To die!

It's really about to die, this is the most real feeling of the Wheel of Destiny at this moment.

What the hell is the horoscope with the appearance of life?

Why does anyone have the destiny look like that?

I have definitely been tampered with by someone, right? But what kind of existence can easily be tampered with and even change my destiny?

That thing is definitely not something you can shake.

The Wheel of Fate even suspects that no one in this world can truly kill the King of Huiling Tree.

Facts have proved that there is a reason why King Huiling Tree was able to live from the first golden age to the present through the endless river of time.

Damn it!

I must not fall here, I will die worthless!

It's not time yet!

"Fate backtracking? Node!"

The constantly decomposed wheel of fate roared with all his strength, and his figure kept flashing, as if he had been pressed to rewind.

Going back to his previous selection node, but this time, he chose another path and did not attack the Huiling Tree King, and forced his life to fight against him.

This perverted ability that is comparable to self-retracting is not something that everyone has, and the price is not ordinary.

The Wheel of Fate held the wall with one hand and covered his chest with the other, coughing up blood with a big mouthful of blood. The black bandages on his body were stained with blood and turned black and red. His breath was decayed, and he looked like he was about to be burping.

The lovers were also confused.

What's going on?

Didn't you be so crazy about playing?

Why are there nothing wrong with you, but you look like you are about to die?

I saw the Wheel of Destiny forcibly stood up: "Cough cough~ Otherwise... you can switch with the demon clan and kill the sea of ​​undead? Is it still too late?"

The corners of the Huiling Tree King's mouth twitched: "What do you think?"

I was going to shake destiny just now, why are you so scared?

Change? Only fools can change!

Wherever the attacks of each tribe were arranged in advance by Ren Jie. Obviously... the reason why he asked the spiritual tribe to attack the old land was not unreasonable, and perhaps he had already predicted this scene.

The existence of the King of Huiling Trees is the wheel of fate.

How could a guy who could not even destroy the great catastrophe of the collapse of the times be easily destroyed by the Wheel of Destiny?

I saw the Wheel of Fate wiped blood from the corner of my mouth:

"If you can't play with your life, you can only be tough!"

With his hand, the Demon Wheel of Destiny emerged again, but this time, the silk threads hung on the throne of the old land endless demon army.

"Accepted from heaven!"

"kill!"

With the blessing of the Demon Wheel of Destiny, the aura of the entire old land demon army increased greatly, and they rushed towards the spiritual army without fear of death.

The Wheel of Destiny is to guard Qicheng without giving in, and the two sides fought fiercely on the old land.

The advantages of the Spirit Clan are almost overwhelming.

...

In the old battlefield, the spirit race had the advantage, but on the sea of ​​undead, the demon army was frustrated.

The endless undead legion Wuyang Wuyang has hundreds of millions of dollars, and it is impossible to count them.

After all, the Sea of ​​Undead is the only demon world without the elite demon army. Those immortal undead legions are the confidence of the God of Death.

It can be said that since the Immortal Demon Tree grew out of the tomb of the God of Death, the Sea of ​​Dead has never died again. Over the years, the number has only increased or decreased.

No matter how Dingdang or the queen of the ant kills, the demon body will be smashed or crushed, and they will only reorganize and join the battlefield again.

Even if the corpses are completely crushed into powder, they will return in the form of souls, or possess them in the demon corpses buried deep in the ground, or squeeze into the bodies of other demon corpses, and their momentum will be enhanced again.

And... these demon corpses can also be combined to form undead trolls with a height of 10,000 meters, with a variety of demonic abilities and immortality.

It cannot be killed or cut, and the ding-kangling is so shattered that it is even more dirty.

Before, Mingxia was there, and his sword could even kill these undead spirits, but now he has gone to the Yan Realm to join in the fun, and the demon army has lost important output.

But facing the three executives of Death, Temperance and Justice, with the strength of Dingdang and other demon lords, they will not suffer any losses.

But justice and restraint are all marked by the dead, and they are wandering in the gap between life and death.

It cannot be completely killed unless the god of death is killed.

But the God of Death was dead, and the skeleton body was just a part of him. His real body was actually the immortal demon tree!

But the living cannot touch the demon tree...

Even though he was beaten up by a group of demon lords, the god of death still laughed arrogantly:

"Ah hahaha~ fight, kill, everything is futile, it will only add new people to my undead army!"

"Welcome to my undead kingdom, and I will generously give you death, and death... is another kind of rebirth!"

A black light flashed in the void, and the ding-dang passed over the god of death in an instant. The meow claws cut the void and slashed heavily on the immortal demon tree.

But the attack passed through the demon tree without any surprise and did not cause any damage to it. The burning of the tung bird's sun flame was also useless.

It seemed as if the immortal demon tree was on the other side of the Forgetful River, and these living people were on the other side of the river, separated by a high wall called life and death.

However, just as all the undead army tried their best to attack the demon army.

Under the Immortal Demon Tree, a figure is so conspicuous.

He was wearing a black suit, a red shirt, a tie, and an evil ghost mask. He climbed up to the tomb under the Immortal Demon Tree...

Seeing this scene, the God of Death couldn't help but curse: "Hey, Yan Shiba, what are you doing?"

"Here! You're going backwards!"

But Yan Shiba said without looking back:

"Is that true? I don't think Immortal Demon Tree is here?"

grim Reaper:???

"What do you want to get close to the Immortal Demon Tree?"

Yan Shibayi said seriously: "Bend! Backstab?"

Death: I C~%?…;# *’☆&℃!

"Don't you hide your purpose?"

"Are you crazy? I know you are not holding your back!"

"Don't you know that the immortal demon tree should not be approached by living people? Although you are dead, don't forget that all the dead are in my hands!"

Yan Shiba's body, which had climbed the peak, suddenly froze, sparks ignited on his body, just like the white paper burned by ashes, with flesh and blood exposed, looking extremely ferocious.

But even under the control of the God of Death, Yan Shiba still moved his body.

Behind him, scenes of hell appeared one by one, and even the buzzing of the bone dagger in his chest could not stop Yan Shiba's movements.

"Ha~ Of course I know!"

"But after being dead for so long, I'm a little used to it."

Death grinds his teeth, and the sparks are rising!

"You Lailai! You shouldn't have accepted you as your younger brother at the beginning, and you are planning to usurp the throne, right?"

"You have no plans at all, what about the reversal? What about the planning? What about the conspiracy? Just betrayal?"

Yan Shiba clenched his iron fist, his eyes full of stubbornness: "Fuck...Fuck's plan, a real man, just have to do it!"

"Is the plan useful to deal with you?"

The God of Death stared: "God TM is too hasty, right? Can this be considered a qualified backstab?"

"Don't say you've been with me when you go out, you've been my little brother. It's just a shame for me, the boss!"
Chapter completed!