Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

250 Grim Reaper
On the cliff, Taixuezhu and Xianzong Wuming, the two underworld giants met again, Taixuezhu turned around and raised his palm, and directly took Xianzong Wuming in a majestic style.

With a bang, Xian Zong Wuming hit a palm in the middle of his chest, and his figure flew out, his mouth was dyed vermilion, but his body still stood upright.

"Oh?"

Master Taixue looked at the man who had stabilized his figure, vermilion vomited out, and was on the verge of falling, with playful eyes.

"This palm, did Death God vent his dissatisfaction?"

Xianzong Wuming wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Master Taixue and asked.

A notice on the public booth pushed Taixuezhu and Xuehai Wuya to the cusp of the storm, and Xianzhu Wuming had to accept this palm, which was the basis for the two to resume cooperation.

"Are you taking revenge on what I did outside Lingzhou in Beihai?"

"Jianru Wuya and Jianzong shouldn't be able to stop the death god."

"The actions of the god of death should be judged by others, let alone dictated by others. Your master is not capable of doing this, and you are even more unworthy."

"Xianzhu Wuming understood, so he accepted a palm."

"After the calculation, you came to seek cooperation again. Xianzong Wuming, what bargaining chip do you want to use to arouse the interest of Death God?" Tai Xuezhu held his hand behind his back, looked at Xianzong Wuming in front of him, and said in a cold voice.

The last time we met in the ghost marsh, Moshi Zhonghua was still there, Haotian controlled Beihai Lingzhou, and made evil to guide the public opinion in the world, Moshi Zhonghua still had the ability to compete with Xuan Bin.

But now, only Xianzong Wuming is left, and its value has been greatly reduced. The follow-up battle with Xuan Bin, Tai Xuezhu has lost interest.

"What's the news about the God of Death?" Xianzong Wuming looked at Tai Xuezhu and said slowly.

"Ok?"

Reaper, a name that the Grand Scholar cannot avoid no matter what, even now that "The Chronicle of the Dead Country" has not been fully translated, judging from the current records in the book, the extraordinary strength of the Reaper can already be seen.

That is the real realm of God.

"I only have one sentence, one piece of news, it may be useful to you, or it may be worthless to you, what, do you want to make such a deal?" Xian Zong Wuming straightened his body, looked at Tai Xuezhu and said.

"You can torture me, or kill me, but you should also know that the devil never dies, and the crowd never dies. This is why even though the son Bin has the overall advantage, he can't kill the soul."

Hearing the words, Tai Xuezhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a bad tone: "You are here, questioning what death can do?"

Xian Zong Wuming shook his head and said: "I am just stating a fact, or do you want to try, can you make me come back faster than I commit suicide?"

Tai Xuezhu sneered, "Purpose."

"Sealing Demon Rock."

As a member of Confucianism, Master Taixue certainly knows what Fengmoyan is, and also knows the whole story of Fengmoyan.

Not only that, but he also knew that there was another reason for the existence of Fengmoyan, a reason that people in the world rarely knew.

"With your ability and knowledge, you should know what the real purpose of Feng Moyan is. You must know that such a dangerous thing was created by your high-sounding brother."

"So people's hearts are inherently dark, so why pretend to be bright." Xianzong Wuming said, "I want to destroy what Jundihong did, isn't it logical?"

"You want to rule the Netherworld as the ancestor of creation, I'm afraid it's just a dream."

"Then don't bother Your Excellency to care about it." Xianzong Wuming cupped his hands slightly, "Now, it depends on Your Excellency's decision?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, but a deal with you."

"very good!"

Before the words fell, the heavy hand came again, but at this moment it was the force of death, Xian Zong Wuming was shocked in his heart, the bargaining chip that he thought was enough to hold the Grand Scholar failed?Doesn't he want to get clues from the god of death?Doesn't he want to take Death instead?
It was only a moment to take his life, and finally it was a thick moment. Xianzong Wuming raised his palm to respond, and his whole body flew upside down for several feet.

"It seems that you still value your life very much." Tai Xuezhu said coldly.

"Is this really the case? Tai Xuezhu!"

Feeling the strength of the palm just now, Xian Zong Wuming was secretly startled.

When I was still in the swamp hut in the past, when I fought against it, I didn't have such a foundation and capability.

But this is only a short period of time, and the foundation of Tai Xuezhu is much higher than before.

Reaper's Chronicle and Reaper's Power?

Xianzong Wuming secretly said in his heart.

"Forget it, if the deal fails, we can only let it go. However, a word of advice, beware of death."

"Oh?" Hearing the words, Tai Xuezhu, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He also has some understanding of the God of Death, and he himself has guessed about the God of Death's movements, but he has always been thinking about it, and he can replace it with the real God of Death.

And the god of death has not appeared for a long time, so he couldn't help wondering if the god of death had...

What Xianzhu Wuming said now made him start to doubt.

A "death" god does not need to be vigilant, unless...

Interesting...

"What you said bought your life back."

"Since that's the case, then Xianzong Wuming is leaving, please." Not wanting to stay any longer, Xianzong Wuming turned and left in a hurry.

Only Tai Xuezhu was left alone on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back.

"Reaper Chronicle", is it Reaper?
Could it be that you are really still alive in this world?

If so, how can I force you out?

In this world, after all, there can only be one——

grim Reaper!

Raising his palm, a dark and huge ancient book appeared in the hands of the Master Taixue.

At this moment, he was eager to finish the translation of the part that had not yet been translated, the whereabouts of the god of death, and what happened next, lingering in his mind.

grim Reaper!

……

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"If you want to break the Sealing Demon Rock, why do you need the Master Tai Xue?"

Walking out of the cliff, Xianzong Wuming returned to a confident attitude. Everything on the cliff before was all a disguise.

Daozhen Fumoya, Fengmoyan formed by gathering the power of the five elements, is indeed troublesome for Xianzong Wuming, but it is far from the point where there is nothing to do.

The reason for taking this trip is to direct the eyes of the Tai Xuezhu to the mysterious Death God.

"In a debate with heroes outside the universe, and a battle with the gods, how can Moshi be willing to fall behind? How can Moshi lose in such a thing?"

"Do the math, Yi Qixing should have reached the prison of the universe, next, ha."

"Young Master Bin, you can be proud and full of confidence. You will be caught off guard by the first master's game. Let's celebrate your last happy moment."

Xian Zong Wuming raised his hand, and a flying pigeon formed by the condensed black mist emerged, and then slowly sank into the sea of ​​clouds with flapping wings.

"Next, it's up to me to pay back."

(End of this chapter)