People are in Douluo, the martial soul is blackened at the beginning

Chapter 59: Suppress Death and Take Complete Control

Dark shadows filled the air, rendering Pan Yun's entire consciousness space. Gradually, the originally clear consciousness space began to ignite with raging fire.

The hell-like scene began to gradually change as the black shadows drifted.

Flames filled the space, filled with magma, and even filled with the laughter of the God of Death.

As the flames appeared, Pan Yun felt the pain in his head from time to time.

"If you want to become a god, it is best for your sea of ​​consciousness to transform into this hell-like place. Only in this way will you have the sense of seeing hell. This is the God of Death. All living beings come and go, and life and death are determined by you. "

When Pan Yun looked at these scenes, he couldn't help but shook his head crazily. More importantly, the tingling sensation that came from time to time in his head was unacceptable to him.

When he raised his head again, it seemed that the sea of ​​consciousness was about to be completely stabilized like this.

With some difficulty, he stood on the ground with one hand and looked at the God of Death.

"After all, you are just a god of death. If it were in the past, would you dare to say this in front of the gods? Who said that the land of death has to become like this? My consciousness space cannot be reincarnated. When you check my hand, it’s not your turn to say three or four.”

After finishing speaking, the picture that had turned into a sea of ​​fire and hell began to slowly dissipate, and gradually became filled with scenes of green grasslands, snowy mountains and rivers, and even an extra palace among them.

"Doesn't this prove that I am the God of Death? Who said hell has to be foggy? A sea of ​​fire? I am the God of Death, not Satan."

Although the God of Death was angry when he heard this, he couldn't say anything. This was other people's consciousness, and he didn't have much right to dictate.

But looking at such a scene always feels a little awkward.

Pan Yun looked at the scene in front of him, but did not notice that his soul power had grown.

The God of Death said sadly to the side.

"I'm not used to this kind of environment. You've seen the Grim Reaper come to a place like this to play."

Pan Yun even looked at the God of Death, glanced at it, and said with some opinions.

"Can you change your voice? If you keep using this voice, it sounds like you don't want to communicate with you anymore. Can you be more normal?"

The anger level of the God of Death accumulated, and this guy actually had an opinion on his own voice, and then he began to admit his surrender to the other party. The other party only had so many opinions, so he didn't want to show his displeasure in the future?

This guy must be taught a lesson and let him know that he is not some little sheep, but the real God of Death.

Just when he was about to take action, he saw Pan Yun here raising his left hand, and black lines appeared on it, gradually condensing into a ghost figure.

The moment the lines appeared, the black shadow in front of him didn't dare to move.

Pan Yun looked at this scene and finally understood. It turned out that this person could suppress the god of death in front of him.

"It turns out that this can suppress you. It seems that I was too worried because I was afraid of you. Should you surrender or not?"

Death twisted his body, but found that it had no effect.

When Pan Yun looked at the black shadow, he also realized it.

"Do you think this can erase your consciousness? After all, you are quite annoyed. You are nagging so much and your voice is ugly."

The red light in Death's eyes suddenly enlarged, and his body stopped twisting.

"How dare you erase my consciousness? I am a god! The God of Death who hunts life, everyone is afraid of it. The reviled I have been for centuries is also the fear of me."

Pan Yun still raised his hand, but this time he was much more presumptuous. After all, this guy had nothing to do with him now.

"Tch, then you are not just my martial spirit. Why are you dragging me? Why are you being scolded? Can you still take it as a compliment? Please restore your voice."

Looking at Pan Yun in front of him, the God of Death finally knew that he might have no choice but to surrender, otherwise, the other party might really wipe out his consciousness.

Although this world is weak, the soul here is still very interesting.

It can actually turn into a faint halo of light, which should be called a soul ring, floating on his weapon.

And it seems that it can also appear on myself, and it can still have the effect of enhancing some strength.

"Ahem, let me reply. Are you satisfied with this?"

Although the sound of scratching the glass is gone, from the sound, it still sounds like an old man.

Pan Yun nodded, then sat on the grass and looked at the God of Death beside him.

"How long have you been a Shinigami?"

The God of Death was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and finally looked into the distance, the red light in his eyes weakening a bit.

"I forgot, it's been a long time, I took away many people's lives."

Pan Yun nodded and asked as he glanced at the Death Scythe.

"Why is this martial spirit so powerful that it can absorb other spirit rings?"

Death stroked the scythe and finally began to speak.

"If you hold the Death Scythe in your hand, you will definitely become a Death-like existence. It can naturally seduce people's souls easily."

After hearing this, Pan Yun finally understood that if the creature killed by this sickle was enough, the soul of the other person would be taken away.

The God of Death is the god of the world of the dead, and is naturally an existence that can cause certain damage to the soul.

If so, these soul rings are equivalent to the dead souls of the soul beasts, and they will naturally be taken away by the Death Scythe.

"This world is not strong, but it is very special."

Pan Yun nodded.

"It's a colorful world, it's not strong, but don't you like it?"

"Yeah, I quite like it. If you can be the god of death here, although you won't be very strong, but with my presence, you should be higher than the gods in this world."

As soon as these words came out, Pan Yun was stunned and glanced at the Death God beside him.

"Do you know the gods of this world?"

The God of Death nodded, his eyes suddenly glowing red.

"When I came to this world inexplicably, I felt that there were some people above this world. Their aura was different from the people in this world. They should be gods."

"However, all the gods in this world are weak and pitiful. Alas, if I can exert all my power, I can easily take away the soul of the god here. I haven't taken away the life of a god in a long time."

Pan Yun shook his head. This guy exploded with all his strength. Does he really think he is very strong?

"Little guy, come on, I feel that one day, I will be able to unleash all my strength here, and you will know that I am not lying to you again."

Pan Yun didn't pay much attention, but there were sounds in his ears.

"It's time for me to go, my friends are calling me."

The God of Death nodded and watched Pan Yun's figure gradually disappear from the spot.

After opening his eyes, he looked at Hu Liena and others in front of him. They all looked nervously at Pan Yun in front of them.

"Are you OK?"

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