Digital Alien

Chapter 134
Hongzhen's whole body was covered with a layer of black air, and both eyes were dyed jet black.

Even the whites of the eyes turned pitch black, like an abyss.

An unparalleled aura surged out from Hong Zhen's body, making Fang and the hairs all over his body stand on end.

The Hui Xing sword slashed on the black air, and was immediately bounced back. The powerful force made Fang Yudai spin around several times, and flew more than ten meters away.

The blade buzzed and trembled, and a powerful force was transmitted from the Huixing Sword to Fang Yu's hand, and it was almost impossible to hold it.

This kind of power is not possessed by four-core practitioners at all, and the magic power attached to the black air has surpassed the category of four-core!
Fang Yu lowered his head and glanced at the Hui Xing Sword, only to see a trace of black air remaining on the blade, and then the Hui Xing Sword emitted a faint light to disperse the black air.

Looking up at Hong Zhen, a black phantom was condensed behind him. He couldn't see his face clearly, but what he could see clearly was the phantom's weapon—a sickle with a strange shape.

The sickle is also composed of black air, exuding a strong coercion.In front of this sickle, the soul seemed to throb.

"Stop him, Hong Zhen must be performing some ritual!" Wang Sheng rushed towards Hong Zhen in a few steps, waving the silver long sword in his hand, trying to interrupt Hong Zhen's strange behavior.

The others were originally shocked by the phantom, but now they reacted one after another and attacked Hong Zhen together.

However, it was too late to stop Hong Zhen now, even Fang Yu's full blow just now was bounced back by the strange black energy, let alone other people.

The instant the black air appeared, it was already doomed to be unstoppable.

Hongzhen turned his head, his dark and empty eyes seemed to glance at the attacking people around him, and then he raised his hand and held the end of the black sickle in the blink of an eye.

The sickle is composed of black air, so it has no substance, but Fang Yu knows that this sickle is absolutely extraordinary.

The throbbing and oppressive feeling from the depths of the soul explained everything.

Hong Zhen flicked his wrist lightly, and the scythe swept across the surroundings immediately, and swept across the five people one by one.

"boom!"

A huge roar sounded, and the five strong men shot out like kites with broken strings as if struck by lightning, and flew back hundreds of meters before falling to the ground.

Five streaks of blood were left in the air and sprinkled on the ground. They were the blood sprayed by the five powerhouses halfway.

Fang Yu stood beside Hongzhen at this time, taking advantage of this time to turn on the detection system.

state:?

Blood value: 15148
Defense: 2950
……

The defensive power has directly increased by more than 800 points compared with the original one, and the magic power extended several meters from the blade of the sickle just now, and being able to extend the magic power to the weapon and the outside of the body to attack is already a sign of the five cores.

At the five cores, the magic power has undergone tremendous changes, the most obvious of which is the ability to leave the carrier and still retain and maintain the attack power.

In other words, a five-core powerhouse can even launch an attack from a distance of [-] meters, which is completely beyond the reach of a four-core practitioner.

Moreover, the magic power is also more solid. With the same amount of magic power attack, four cores can't beat five cores at all.

I don't know what method Hongzhen used, but he was able to raise his strength to the level of five cores. Although the blood value didn't increase at all, it was no longer comparable to them.

Hong Zhen took back the sickle, turned his head slowly, and looked at the people around him who had stopped and looked at him dumbfounded.

Not only the practitioners in Qiyu City, but even the Necromancers had dull faces. Obviously, they had never encountered such a situation.

Afterwards, the necromancers reacted one after another and looked at the huge phantom behind Hong Zhen.

"The God of Death is Immortal!" Someone shouted, hoarsely, with extreme excitement.

Many necromancers shouted, bowed their heads, knelt down on the ground, with an extremely devout look in their eyes.

They knew that the huge phantom of the black air was the projection of the god of death projected onto the mortal world with the help of the body of the archbishop, carrying the will of the god of death!
"It was the archbishop who sacrificed his entire life in exchange for the arrival of Lord Death!" Many necromancers reacted with excitement.

This was the first time they had seen the god of death, even if it was just a phantom of black air whose face could not be seen clearly, it still made them extremely excited.

This further confirmed the correctness of their belief that the God of Death does exist, but the so-called Moon God has never shown any evidence of existence.

Hong Zhen glanced at the group of necromancers, his dark eyes showed no emotion, and his skinny and old face was extremely calm.

Seeing Hong Zhen looking at him, the necromancers became even more excited and knelt down continuously.

Hong Zhen raised his hand, and the sickle waved accordingly, and then swept across in front of him suddenly.

The black air on the sickle directly extended a hundred meters long, and hundreds of people in the area in front of Hong Zhen were all cut in half, blood staining the ground red.The miserable howling sounded only for a moment, and then stopped abruptly as if being strangled by the neck.

In this area, there were both practitioners from Qiyu City and members of the Necromancer Church, but they were all beheaded by Hong Zhen expressionlessly.

Just by waving his hand, hundreds of lives were plundered.

The screams sounded, and all the low-level practitioners in Qiyu City were terrified, and they all fled away from Hong Zhen by rolling and crawling.

The scene was very chaotic, but the necromancers still knelt there, even thinking that it was the grace of the god of death to be able to be taken away by the god of death.

After all, only death can go to the God Realm, and it is very lucky to be chosen to see the God of Death.

But many necromancers couldn't help but feel a little terrified when they saw the two corpses scattered all over the place in the area in front of them, all of which were cut into two at the waist.

Immediately after Hong Zhen made a slash, he continued to wave his sickle at the fleeing Qiyu City practitioners, and at the same time quickly approached these low-level practitioners.

The speed of the five-core powerhouse is unbelievably fast, and it only takes a moment to catch up with these practitioners. Harvesting life is like chopping melons and vegetables.

Every time the scythe was swung, hundreds of lives died forever, and when the sickle was swung for the third time, thousands of people had already been beheaded.

After swiping the sickle three times, Hong Zhen raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, some gray mist suddenly appeared on the corpses, and then poured into the sickle to replenish the consumed black energy.

Standing behind Hong Zhen, Fang Yu looked around at the five strong men who were blown away. They were all seriously injured, and their vitality and blood were reduced by more than half with just this blow.

At this moment, Hong Zhen suddenly found Fang Yu behind him, and then the black air in his eyes surged violently, and his body disappeared on the spot after a roar.

Fang Yu's pupils contracted violently, and subconsciously raised the Huixing sword to block in front of him.

"boom!"

A black shadow appeared in front of him, and the sickle slammed towards Fang Yu's waist, hitting the blade of Huixing Sword.

Fang Yu couldn't bear the strength, and was sent flying by Hong Zhen, smashed through several houses, and fell to the ground a hundred meters away, spitting out blood.

(End of this chapter)