The corpse aura wrapped around Gong Funan and the others had disappeared. Fortunately, he cleverly grabbed Linglong and Dulong with one hand. Xiaoye was in his arms, relying on Wu Jian's wreath to not be affected by Linglong, the speed of the wreath withering was visible to the naked eye.

"It's your turn next."

"Damn it! How dare you betray Wu Jian!?"

"A person who knows the times is a hero, and he will eventually be defeated. Moreover, we will decide our world."

"Bah! You are just relying on others! Wu Jian still trusts you, but you end up being someone else's dog!"

From the words of the God of Death, Gong Funan noticed the existence of others. It was impossible for one god to be Wu Jian's opponent, otherwise he would not have to be so polite to Zhengan just now.

Sure enough, the God of Death turned cold: "Looking for death!"

The god of death stretched out his finger. Gong Funan had closed his eyes and waited for death, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and saw that he was shocked and blocked them again.

"Do you still want to fight me in the underworld without the holy garment?"

"Stop being proud. Even if you are a real god, the ancient gods are far above you! After all, you can only be arrogant in this era without gods... Woo!"

Gong Funan didn't know what happened again, but only saw Zhengan suddenly screaming and kneeling on one knee.

"Hey, are you okay??"

"Shut up, learn from them and find the right opportunity to leave!"

After hearing the words of Zhengan, Gong Funan looked around and looked at Linglong and Dulong. They both looked serious. They didn't say anything, but just stared at Death. They were always ready to find out the flaws of Death.

"Futility." Death closed his eyes and said lightly.

"Hmph! You want to defeat me, but it's still a long way to go!"

Zhengan snorted and stood up. Even without the holy cloak, he could still stand in the realm of the god of death.

A trace of surprise appeared in the eyes of Death, and he sighed: "It's worthy of being a Cancer. If it were other Golden Saints, I'm afraid I'd died long ago and could have lasted for so long."

"So, your strength is still far from that of ancient gods!"

Zhen Gan swung his fist and swung it towards the god of death. But he stayed one meter away, and no matter how hard he used, he could not make any further progress.

"Damn it!!!"

"Just die with this regret, I will even destroy my soul."

The god of death stretched out his palm, shook the sword and flew more than ten meters away, but he gritted his teeth in the air, and then he stepped on his feet and stood firmly.

"What!?"

The God of Death also cried out. How could Zhengan, without the holy clothes, resist his move!?

"Zhengdian!!!" Gong Funan was inspired by Zhendian's courage. His whole body was filled with blood, as if he could go up and play a move or two with Death. Fortunately, he was still rational and knew that it was impossible for him.

"It's so noisy! Get back to me quickly!"

"I want to..." Gong Funan also knew that they would only drag their feet here, so he said to Linglong and Dulong: "Be ready. No matter what, we have to rush over!"

Linglong and Dulong nodded, and they sat on the back of the ghost horse summoned by Dulong, and Gong Funan also carried Xiaoye behind him. No matter what, they had to fight.

"That's just right! Come on!"

Zhendan came behind them, pressed the horse's butt with the other hand and placed it behind Xiaoye. With a push, the ghost horse and Gong Funan ran towards both sides of the god of death.

"Futility."

The god of death waved his hand coldly. The domain seemed to shrink, and the power of death squeezed them, and even if there was the corpse accumulation of shock, it would be difficult to resist.

No! If you continue like this, let alone crossing the God of Death, you can't even get one meter away from him.

Just when Gong Funan was anxious, countless spiritual bodies appeared from the corpse aura surrounding them, which was actually a soul that was common in the underworld that was eroded unconsciously by the underworld.

Even the God of Death also showed a look of surprise. When did Zhengan get so many spiritual bodies?

Even though they were surprised, even if these unconscious spirits would not fear him under the control of Zhengan, these spirits would not cause any harm to him.

When Gong Funan saw these spirits, he thought of a move and hurriedly used his eyes to signal Linglong and Dulong to prepare for resistance to the impact.

As if he had received the signal that Gong Funan and the others were ready, the spirit exploded together.

The corpse and the spirit of the accumulated qi are buried!

The spirit body was treated as gunpowder, and the violent explosion buried the god of death.

"Hahaha......"

Zhendan was gasping, pointing his fingers at the location of the God of Death, and his expression was still very serious.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the intact God of Death was still standing there, but his face was completely gloomy, so he couldn't see his expression clearly even when he shook the air.

"I didn't expect you to sacrifice them. Even I was deceived. It's amazing!"

The God of Death was very unhappy. He didn't care whoever others sacrificed. As a god, he was almost attacked by such a level of force, which made him very dissatisfied.

"Silly~ guy! Do you really think I will sacrifice them? They have been sent back by me!" Zhengan said arrogantly pointing at the god of death.

"Impossible! In my field, you can't hide it from me!"

The god of death suddenly felt cold. If Wu Jian learned about the matter here now, even if he had a hundred lives, he would not be enough.

"That's why I said you are a fool! I grew up in this world. Including the previous lives, I have lived here for nearly a thousand years! I have already figured out the rules of this world, let alone the field of your level!" Zhengan laughed arrogantly.

"You are so presumptuous! You have successfully angered me, and no one can save you!"

The god of death finally lost his composure and rushed towards the shaking dry angrily.

"I don't need others to save me! Do you think this is your home court? Wrong, this is my home court!"

Zhengan raised a finger, and a rich and dull corpse-stabilizing energy rose from the feet of the God of Death. It almost forced people to think that Zhengan gathered all the corpse-stabilizing energy in the underworld. The corpse-stabilizing energy surrounding the God of Death formed a huge tornado.

"Silly, will the death energy in the underworld work for me?" The dull and calm words of the god of death came out of the tornado.

"Then don't resist! The waves of the underworld of corpse accumulation!!"

The Underworld Wave of the Corpse Qi is a move that sends people to the Underworld. It is of course useless to use this move against the God of Death in the Underworld, but what Zhengan wants is another accompanying function of the Underworld Wave of the Corpse Qi is - stripping the soul.

Under the huge corpse-accumulated energy, even the soul of the God of Death felt a pulling force, which scared him to hold his breath and concentrate. After stabilizing his soul, he was immediately furious and shook him to take action against his soul!?

(Not good!)

He noticed that he could not succeed and quickly changed his moves. The dim corpse aura suddenly lit up, and the blue-white ghost fire soared into the sky. The violently burning pillar of fire made many souls in the underworld tremble. They had never even seen such a powerful force - the god of death would not take action easily.

A gust of cold wind blew out of thin air on the battlefield, blowing away all the fire that was blown away, and the god of death was still standing intact.

"Is this move useless..." Zhengan couldn't help but say it.

"Don't you understand the gap between man and God? No matter how hard you try, you can't even touch a hair of me. And if you don't have the holy cloak, even if I don't take action, you will die in my realm...what!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed out of Zhengan's body, and the golden holy cloak actually put on his body again.

"Who do you say doesn't have the holy garment? The holy garment is our soul. As long as the soul is immortal, even if the holy garment is destroyed, it will respond to us again!"

The god of death was shocked first, and then disdained: "It's just this level if it's many times."

His eyes glared. The holy clothes that shook his body were broken again, and he squatted down as if he had been severely injured.

"As I expected, since the sacred garment is a soul, its shattering will cause serious damage to you. How long can you last?"

After saying that, Death looked at him quietly with his hands behind his back.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up resolutely. A golden light flashed on his body and put on the golden holy clothes again. But soon, the holy clothes broke again and he fell to the ground again.

However, he quickly stood up, and of course the golden holy clothes appeared on his body again, and the God of Death immediately broke the golden holy clothes.

After several times of this relationship, the god of death finally got bored, or was afraid.

"Impossible! Why can you stand up again!?"

"Hehe... the underworld is my back garden. How could I die so easily? My soul, my will, and my holy clothes are immortal!"

"Ku..." The god of death showed a tangled expression. This Zhengan was so difficult to deal with. But he had already made up his mind to kill Zhengan by breaking the holy clothes. If he stopped now, he felt that he had lost and he would not allow this.

In fact, the Golden Saint Clothes is not so easy to resurrect. Now Zhengan is just standing here with one breath, and he is probably no longer able to fight. He can defeat him with just one finger of the God of Death.

"What's wrong? If Lord Death doesn't take action, I'm not polite."

Seeing that the God of Death did not have the next move, Zhengan walked towards the God of Death step by step. While walking, he also clenched his fists and slowly lifted it up.

"Cancer, does a mere humanity want to touch me too?"

Death just questioned the shaking of the eyes that was approaching.

Zhengan also stopped and stared at the god of death with provocative eyes: "You were just a human before. Have you forgotten your true self for many years??"

"presumptuous!"

The god of death slapped his palm and immediately penetrated his chest that was dry.

wrong!

The god of death exclaimed that something was wrong. The shaking in front of him turned into a grimace and exhaled at his face. The god of death subconsciously blocked it with his hand.

Chance!

The ghost face was actually a spirit body. Zhengan, who walked around the God of Death, also gathered a lot of spirit bodies, and took advantage of this opportunity to release them all.

The corpse and the spirit of the accumulated qi are buried!
To be continued...