Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

At this moment, Yang Ping'an didn't think about anything else, but stared intently at the huge scythe of death.

The Reaper's Scythe is entirely black and over two meters long, with the handle being about 1.5 meters long. The rest of the scythe is shaped like a giant scythe, with a crescent shape. The outer side has five barbs, while the inner side is serrated but extremely sharp. The inner blade alone is over one meter long.

Especially the black aura emanating from it, which made it look incredibly eerie, as if it were filled with a rejection of life.

As soon as Yang Ping'an's hands came close together, he felt an extremely sharp sensation, and even a powerful aura of darkness and death. He was immediately suffocated, as if he were trapped in hell.

Moreover, the Grim Reaper's Scythe seems to be able to infect people's hearts, amplifying the darkness within them countless times, causing them to unknowingly fall into hell.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Ping'an quickly summoned his two martial souls. The Golden Dragon martial soul possessed him, and his body rapidly became incredibly powerful. After his main martial soul possessed him, he transformed into a black ghost.

Immediately afterwards, all the energy of the Golden Dragon's spirit rings merged into its seventh spirit ring. The seventh spirit ring flashed, and it activated its seventh spirit skill: Golden Dragon True Body. Its original height of two meters increased to nearly two and a half meters, its limbs became twice as thick, and its body became much more robust.

But that's not all. All the energy from the spirit rings of his main spirit was integrated into the first spirit ring. At the same time, the first spirit ring flashed, which was the first spirit skill of his main spirit: Thousand-Pound Power, which was also Yang Ping'an's strongest power amplification spirit skill.

As both martial souls simultaneously used their amplified soul skills, Yang Ping'an, like a giant beast, began to grab the handle of the Death Scythe, where the killing intent was slightly weaker.

As Yang Ping'an gripped the handle of the Reaper's Scythe with both hands and tried his best to climb onto the platform, the Reaper's Scythe seemed to remain completely still.

Yang Ping'an was also surprised at this moment. With his current strength, he could easily lift even a weight of 108,000 jin, but he couldn't budge it. Something was definitely wrong.

A pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the space, seemingly muttering to itself: "This scythe of death is not so easy to wield, nor is it so easy to get close to."

Even with all his might, Yang Ping'an could hardly move the Grim Reaper's Scythe an inch, as if it were infused with countless powers.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an clearly realized that something was wrong with the Reaper's Scythe. If he relied solely on strength, he would probably never be able to lift the Reaper's Scythe, which meant that he was lacking something else.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an couldn't help but think of the so-called Death God affinity. His Death God affinity had now reached 45%, and it could even be said that his soul power had undergone a qualitative change. It was impossible for it to remain unchanged.

Thinking of this, all of Yang Ping'an's soul bones were displayed. The eight soul bones were like armor, especially the six golden wings on his back, which all provided some support on the ground.

At the same time, Yang Ping'an became incredibly ethereal, all his spiritual power began to flow into his hands, and his entire aura turned dark, even his hands became as black as ink, as if he were about to merge with the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

As a tremendous dragon roar emanated from Yang Ping'an's body, and even the bones in his body cracked slightly, it was clear that he had raised his power to the limit, and even his mental strength had reached its peak. The Death Scythe, which had been lying quietly, began to be slowly lifted up.

Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and used all his soul power to the limit. He even began to integrate his mental power into the Reaper's Scythe. Finally, with all his strength, he managed to lift the Reaper's Scythe.

Just then, the normally extremely heavy Reaper's Scythe suddenly lost its weight, becoming just like an ordinary scythe, weighing only a little over 100 pounds. This caught Yang Ping'an off guard, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

At the same time, a voice echoed in Yang Ping'an's mind: "Yang Ping'an, the fourth test of the Nine Trials of Death is complete. Death affinity has increased by 15%, total affinity is 60%, and you are rewarded with the right to use the Death Scythe."

Yang Ping'an plopped down on the ground, gripped the Grim Reaper's Scythe in both hands, and began to examine it closely.

The aura of death emanating from this scythe is not only extremely powerful, but it also seems to radiate boundless divine power. Especially when held in one's hand, it feels incredibly intimate, as if it were an integral part of oneself.

"Hahaha!"

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but burst into laughter. As long as he held the super artifact in his hand, who in the world could be his opponent? From now on, whether he was handling matters or completing assessments, things would probably be much easier.

The eerie king reappeared in the Death God's Palace, this time transforming into human form and clapping his hands.

"Not bad, not bad. With only 45% affinity with the Grim Reaper, he can still wield the Grim Reaper's scythe. He truly deserves to be the successor of the Grim Reaper."

Yang Ping'an quickly stood up and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Death."

The King of the Uncanny shook his head: "This is not my doing, but something you achieved through your own efforts. It's also because you performed exceptionally well in the previous levels, already possessing certain attributes of a grim reaper."

"You can leave now. You'll need to complete the next few challenges on your own. Come back here when you reach the ninth challenge."

As the King of the Uncanny finished speaking, a voice entered Yang Ping'an's mind: "Fifth of the Nine Trials of Death: Slay the Abyss Bone Dragon. Time limit: one year. Failure to pass the trial results in death."

Yang Ping'an asked somewhat awkwardly, "Lord Death, where is this Abyss Bone Dragon? I don't think I've ever heard of such a soul beast in the Soul Master world?"

The eerie king said, "Far away yet right before our eyes, the Abyss Bone Dragon lives in this Death Forest."

Yang Ping'an was a little surprised: "Senior, how is this possible? I stayed in the Death Forest for a while and never saw the Abyss Bone Dragon. I only saw the Golden Titan Python, a 100,000-year-old soul beast."

The Mysterious King seemed to reveal a strange smile: "That's because he's asleep. The Abyss Bone Dragon is one of the strongest soul beasts in the world. All the soul beasts in the Death Forest are just his prey. However, because he is too lazy and likes to sleep, each slumber can last for several years, or even decades or hundreds of years. That's why you and that Title Douluo who came before were able to leave this place. Otherwise, no one could leave the Death Forest."

"Moreover, he doesn't come from the Soul Master world, but from the God Realm, so you have to be very careful, after all, even the God of Death acknowledges his strength."

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, apart from the divinely bestowed spirit ring in your mind, all the spirit rings you absorb from now on will require the approval of the Reaper's Scythe, otherwise you will be unable to absorb any more spirit rings or spirit bones."

Before Yang Ping'an could ask again, a tremendous force seemed to come from the space, and Yang Ping'an was expelled from the Death God's Palace and returned to the location of the Thunderous Hell Vine.

Yang Ping'an could only smile wryly as he looked at the enormous Tower of Death behind the Thunderous Hell Vine. Judging from the words of the Strange King, this Abyss Bone Dragon was probably not simple, and he might not even be a match for it.

At that moment, the Tower of Death, which had already appeared, gradually disappeared, and the space behind the Thunderous Hell Vine gradually turned into a pile of rocks, as if the Tower of Death had never existed.

However, Yang Ping'an, holding the Grim Reaper's Scythe, began to study it carefully. Since there was still some time before the assessment, he decided to familiarize himself with the Grim Reaper's Scythe first.

Only when you hold the Reaper's Scythe in your own hands can you truly understand the terror of a super artifact. The Reaper's Scythe seems to be able to tear apart everything in the world, and it is even many times stronger than your own ultimate gold. No wonder Tang San could be invincible with the Trident of the Sea God and even go head-to-head with Bibi Dong.

Especially when wielding the Grim Reaper's Scythe, it is just an ordinary weapon in one's hand, but to the enemy, its weight alone reaches 108,000 jin, not to mention the power of death on it.

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At this moment, Yang Ping'an held the Death Scythe and was even confident that he could defeat Qian Daoliu and Poseidon. This is the effect of a super artifact on a soul master.

After studying it carefully, Yang Ping'an felt that the Reaper's Scythe seemed to be gradually merging with him, as if it could obey his summons.

In the end, Yang Ping'an enveloped all his spiritual power in the Death Scythe. The Death Scythe, which was originally in his hand, gradually floated up and then rapidly shrank, eventually merging into his brow. It seemed that it could appear whenever he summoned it.

Yang Ping'an was becoming more and more satisfied with the Death Scythe. Not only was it incredibly powerful, but it was also extremely convenient to use. He couldn't very well carry around such a powerful artifact, could he?

Moreover, Yang Ping'an felt that after the Death Scythe merged into his brow, the Death Power emanating from it seemed to be nourishing his soul and body, making his cultivation faster and even stronger.

After fully mastering the Reaper's Scythe, Yang Ping'an began searching for the Abyss Bone Dragon in the Forest of Death.

Yang Ping'an dared not be careless in the slightest when it came to a soul beast that even the Grim Reaper acknowledged. Judging from the strength of this Abyss Bone Dragon, it was probably at least a 500,000-year-old soul beast, or even stronger.

However, to everyone's surprise, even though Yang Ping'an searched the entire Death Forest and even encountered several soul beasts of 80,000 to 90,000 years, he still couldn't find a trace of the Abyss Bone Dragon.

However, after careful observation, Yang Ping'an found that the entire Death Forest was about ten kilometers long and wide, and it only contained the blackwood tree. There seemed to be no other plant-type soul beasts.

Moreover, the Death Forest seems to be divided into many small areas, and the environment of each area seems to be completely different, as if it was not created by humans.

Yang Ping'an felt like he had missed something. He carefully recalled what the Strange King had said: the Abyss Bone Dragon loved to sleep, sometimes for decades or even centuries. If a normal creature didn't move for decades or centuries, its entire body would probably be covered in dust, especially in the forest.

Furthermore, since this soul beast is named Abyss Bone Dragon, it probably prefers to live in the abyss or underground, which means that my search was not comprehensive enough.

Yang Ping'an used his mental power to search carefully underground, even searching dozens or nearly a hundred meters underground, but still found no trace.

In this Death Forest, normal people's mental power is unable to detect any living beings, but after Yang Ping'an passed four consecutive trials, the Death Forest no longer rejected Yang Ping'an's mental power.

That day, Yang Ping'an ate something casually and came to a relatively large hill, intending to search around the area.

Just as Yang Ping'an spread out all his spiritual power, an incredulous look appeared in his eyes as he stared intently at the hill.

This is a relatively ordinary hill, over 500 meters long and only 50 meters high, but it looks quite extraordinary. The entire hill meanders, resembling a crouching giant beast.

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but swallow hard. If such a large hill was formed because the Abyss Bone Dragon was asleep, then the Abyss Bone Dragon must be four or five hundred meters long. Theoretically speaking, it would be larger than the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, which is only two hundred meters long.

The only creature that surpasses the Abyss Bone Dragon in size is probably the Black Dragon Emperor Tian, ​​but Emperor Tian is a soul beast that is nearly 800,000 years old. (End of Chapter)