"What a inheritor of the God of Death. I didn't expect that the death energy would have such a wonderful use. This person's strength seems to be more than the inheritor of the God of Death. I'm in trouble now..." Seeing that the thunder cloud storm with iron blocks was not effective at all on Wunun, Zhuo Tianzhao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of worry was inadvertently revealed in the depths of his eyes.

roar!

But at this moment, the corpse of the devil who had been slashed by Wuzui finally got a chance to breathe, and its body turned into a shadow and flew out like lightning. It completely ignored the invasion of the Tiangang thunder that happened to restrain it, and passed through the thunder cloud storm and flew towards Wuzui, who summoned the aura of death again.

"Overbial overestimate one's ability!" With a cold snorkeling, Wuzui retreated violently, and distanced himself from the demon corpse. While the god of death slashed, he immediately trapped the demon corpse in the thunder cloud storm.

Roar!

Angry roars were endless, and they were struck by a large amount of lightning and sword lights. The body of the demon corpse was burnt and broken, and it was so disgusting that it was difficult to see.

"Hey, how could there be such a reckless fool in the world?" Zhuo Tianzhao shook his head helplessly, and had to wave his hand to retract the demon corpse into the space ring, otherwise, this guy would be finished soon.

However, in this way, Wu Mian Wuniao was holding the one hand without any worries, and easily rushed out of the thunder cloud storm and directly killed Zhuo Tianzhao and others.

"Roar!" At this time, Tie Duan roared angrily and volunteered to step forward. A fierce look flashed across his firm face. His palm, which had been stained with blood by the Grim Reaper's sickle, slapped and closed, and a dazzling and strange blood light burned like the sun.

"This is... the natal skill? How is it possible? Could it be that you are a divine beast?" Seeing this scene, Wuzui, who had just approached Zhuo Tianzhao within fifty meters of the sphere of the other two, stepped on the brakes and forced himself to stop his body. As his face changed drastically, he immediately turned around and ran back.

The natal skills are generally skills that only divine beasts have, because only when they reach the god level can the soul beast transform into human form, open up spiritual intelligence, and at the same time accept the memory inheritance hidden deep in the sea of ​​consciousness. However, the iron block is different. Fortunately, he took over the transformation fruit and turned into human form in the soul saint stage, possessed spiritual intelligence, and began to initially accept the memory inheritance. Until he broke through to the imperial level not long ago, he finally obtained the use of natal skills.

Although the natal skills have super high damage, they also have a strong load on the body. In severe cases, it may even affect the concentration of bloodline. Therefore, no one will rashly use the natal skills until the crisis is at the moment. However, at this moment, whether for himself or for the safety of Zhuo Tianzhao and Meng Hao, Tiebiao had no choice but to grit his teeth and use the natal skills.

Buzz!

The terrifying soul pressure was like an ancient wild beast gradually awakening from the bottom of the abyss. It was so powerful that it made people tremble, especially Wu Jing, who was locked by iron blocks. The whole person seemed to fall into an ice cellar, and the hairs on his body suddenly rose at this moment.

"Bastard! The emperor level dares to use his natal skills. Since you are not afraid of death, I will accompany you to the end!" Knowing that after being locked by his natal skills, escaping was useless. Wuzui was forced into a desperate situation, so he simply stopped and planned to compete with the iron clan.

"Puff!" The face was full of madness. Wujue bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist on the God of Death's sickle. The red, silver and black light flashed, and a terrible pressure that made the heaven and earth tremble immediately spread.

roar!

A low and angry howl as if from the bottom of the Nine Netherworld, a huge black phantom appeared strangely in the sky behind Wuzui. Looking closely, it was exactly the same as Hao Ran and Wuzui's current clothes.

"Death God!" At this moment, whether it was Zhuo Tianzhao, Meng Hao, the remaining blood, or the many masters who were still fighting outside the sea of ​​death, a deep fear emerged from the soul. The vast aura that seemed to be above the heaven and earth was so powerful that it could not rise to the slightest resistance.

At this moment, I am afraid that the only iron block that focused on using its natal skills was still not affected by the phantom of the god of death. However, no one noticed that in the distant sky, a white figure with a layer of faint colorful light was approaching here quietly at an extreme speed.

Chichi!

A purple arc suddenly grew inside the thick blood light as big as a basketball on the iron block's palm, and then the arc continued to spread and decompose, and the number became more and more. However, as the purple arc increased, the blood on the iron block's face was gradually fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Die!" Wunen attacked first. The three-colored light flashed with the Death Scythe and slashed straight down, and then he let out an angry shout, "The Wrath of Death!"

roar!

The huge figure of the God of Death flew out from behind Wunin with a whistling wind. The whole world seemed to be shaking. The sickle of the God of Death, which was more than a hundred feet, directly split the sky from top to bottom in half. With the terrifying momentum of destroying everything, it slashed towards Zhuo Tianzhao and his men's heads. But at this time, Zhuo Tianzhao and his men did not even have the ability to move.

"Horse of Thunder!" Soon, the blood light in front of the iron block was covered by the lightning light, and a dazzling purple light suddenly burst out from the thunder ball, with a fast speed that almost instantly pierced through the phantom of the Death God's chest.

Roar!

Facing the natal skill "Horse of Thunder" activated by Iron Block, even the shadow of the God of Death was burned into a meter-wide hole in his chest, and the Death Scythe, which was about to slash, also paused slightly.

boom!

You should know that the target of Thunder Horn is not the Phantom of Death, but Wunin behind him. It is just a matter of passing through the Phantom of Death. Although the power of Thunder Horn is much weakened, Wunin's figure still seemed to have suffered a million kilograms of explosives and shot out like a bullet. On the way, the Divine suit suddenly cracked into countless pieces and slowly disappeared into Wunin's body.

"Retreat!" Just as the phantom of the Death God was hit by the Horn of Thunder, Zhuo Tianzhao and his men recovered their freedom as soon as possible. They retracted the bloodthirsty demon sword with one hand and resisted the shaking iron block on their shoulders with the other hand. Zhuo Tianzhao and Meng Hao ran away as if desperately fighting.

Too strong! Although this phantom of Death is not the true body of Death, the pressure on his body is absolutely the same as that of Death. Otherwise, it would be impossible for even the remaining blood soul to be unable to move. If Zhuo Tianzhao still has the ability to summon the Tianwu suit, he might be able to compete with the Deathful Heavenly Magic, but now, he has no choice but to escape.

But at this time, the Phantom of the Death God obviously recovered and ignored the empty part of his chest. The huge Death God sickle slashed hard at Zhuo Tianzhao and his men's heads.

"It won't be done like this, right?" The harsh qi behind him mixed with the suffocating soul pressure became closer. Zhuo Tianzhao's heart was surrounded by bitterness.

Before coming here, Zhuo Tianzhao never thought that he would be in such a crisis no matter what. He thought that with his current strength, even if he could not kill Wu Mie, the inheritor of the God of Killing, it would be enough to protect himself. In fact, it was indeed the case. But what was desperate was that there was an existence on the ship who was even more powerful than Wu Mie. It was extremely difficult for him to defeat Wu Mie to defeat Wu Mie. How could he still compete with Wu Mie?

"Reverse Light Sword Formation!" However, just when Zhuo Tianzhao thought he was about to die, a slightly solemn sound of a silver bell suddenly penetrated from the sky ahead.

As the sound echoed, my eyes were suddenly shrouded by a white light, and thousands of milky white sword lights covered half of the sky. Under the gentle white light, the pressure from the shadow of death melted like snow. Zhuo Tianzhao only felt comfortable all over, and even the pain caused by the previous battle with Wumiao suddenly relieved a lot.

Roar!

Behind him, the huge shadow of the God of Death was wrapped in milky white sword light that covered the sky and the sun, and the sound of pain continued to roar. Although he struggled hard, his body was still full of holes in the sword light. In addition, he had lost his control of innocence at this moment. After being attacked, the God of Death suddenly turned into a headless fly.

Silent and scream...

The huge god of death scythe was slashing and slashing, and the space was constantly cut through the hideous space cracks. Fortunately, Zhuo Tianzhao and Meng Hao have now run far away with their eyes closed and have not been attacked by these attacks.

After a moment, the struggle of the God of Death Phantom became weaker and weaker, and the body became faintly visible. Soon, accompanied by an unwilling roar, the God of Death Phantom's huge body finally turned into nothingness under the attack of the milky white sword light.

"Who saved us?" After a while, he noticed the white light fading away. Zhuo Tianzhao slowly opened his eyes and looked up suddenly. He happened to see a beautiful figure wrapped in a white skirt and a white ribbon floating in the wind, floating like a fairy descending to earth. For a moment, his eyes were stunned.

"Xue Ni suit!?" A sudden scream of exclamation came from Canxue's mouth.

"Suit?" Zhuo Tianzhao came to his senses and looked at the snow-white skirt robe with a layer of colorful light vaguely lingering in the sky with a woman in the sky in surprise. "You mean... that's also the God King suit?"

"Nonsense, do you think that the natal armor of that god king is all armor?" Canxue couldn't help but feel a little amused, "This girl has a big origin, little brat, do you know who is the Xueni suit inherited from?"

"If you like to say it or not, stop keeping it!" Zhuo Tianzhao curled his lips.

"It's the emperor's wife, Fairy Xue Ni!" Canxue didn't bother with Zhuo Tianzhao, and directly gave the answer.
Chapter completed!