Lu Yang smiled contemptuously and said, "Can you kill me?" He was not looking down on the other party, but thought the other party's words were too arrogant.
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned. Obviously he didn't expect Lu Yang to say such things. He also became angry and said arrogantly: "I am the absolute master here. Except for the Lord of Death coming, even if the upper and lower gods of death are there, I don't have them.
Take it seriously. It’s a pity that you are not the Lord of Death.”
"Even if I am not, you can't kill me." Lu Yang hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and he did not allow others to hurt her anymore.
The woman also heard the conversation between the two. She could understand the meaning of the words and suddenly said, "Don't kill her, let me go, I'm willing to accept the thunder."
"This..." the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, you all want to die. I want to maintain the rules here."
"I am not willing to accept the thunder?" Although the woman did not know Lu Yang's current cultivation level, she believed that Lu Yang was not the opponent.
"No, there is no emotion under the rules. Although I don't want to kill you, you must die." The middle-aged man said coldly, as if his words could determine the life and death of a woman.
Lu Yang glanced at the woman in his arms, gave him a look of not worrying, and said, "Don't worry! He can't kill me." As he said, he looked at the middle-aged man and continued, "You are not my opponent."
, If you leave now, I can assume that nothing has happened, otherwise…”
"Otherwise?" the middle-aged man laughed and said sarcastically, "Do you still want to kill me? I am a powerful existence transformed by the Lord of Death using the rules of the Dead World."
"You are not strong." Lu Yang sighed. He didn't want to kill the other party.
"Hmph! Is it not your turn to be strong or not?" the middle-aged man said coldly, "Since you keep saying that I can't kill you, you can protect her, then I'm going to see, you are arrogant
Where is the capital, how do you defeat me, and take her away from here alive.”
The middle-aged man said to defeat, not kill him. Obviously he thought Lu Yang could not kill him.
"Since you are seeking death, I will fulfill you." Lu Yang is also a ruthless character. Without thinking, he contacted the undead clone who took over the body.
Over the years, the death clone has become much stronger. Although he has no separate thinking, Lu Yang has been controlling his body and has begun to refine the Death God Card. The speed of refining the God Card is much faster than expected and shorter than he thought.
In a few years, most of it has been refined, and Lu Yang has mastered some of the mystery of death.
I saw a white shadow breaking through the air, and instantly came to Lu Yang's body, and then merged into his body and disappeared.
At such a fast speed, the middle-aged man didn't even see what it was, but he could feel that it was a dead spirit and said in a silence: "What did you do? Can you control the dead spirit?"
"I can't control the undead yet, but it won't take long to be the Lord of Death here." Lu Yang's voice was not loud, but he was quite sure.
"Haha! I think you are dreaming! The Lord of Death here is the Lord of Death. Can you control everything here?" the middle-aged man said disdainfully.
"What is the name of the Lord of Death?" Lu Yang asked suddenly.
The middle-aged man was stunned and looked at Lu Yang in surprise, sneering: "Boy, don't look at your identity. Are you qualified to know who the Lord of Death is?"
"His name is Galio!" Lu Yang already knew the situation in the divine world. Although it was not very detailed, he also knew some of the names of the previous generation of the main gods.
The middle-aged man widened his eyes, unable to believe his ears, and said in surprise: "You, how do you know the name of the Lord of Death, who are you?"
"I not only know the name of the Lord of Death, but I also know that he is dead." Lu Yang's next sentence once again made the middle-aged man's mouth wide.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Impossible, you must be lying to me. How could the Lord of Death die?"
"Is it meaningful for me to lie to you?" Lu Yang said, "You still want to be enemies with me?"
"Hmph! You lied to me to disturb my mind and prevent me from exerting the most powerful magical powers. Since you said that the Lord of Death is dead, why is the dead world still there? Why is I not dead yet? Do you want to tell me?
Are you the new Lord of Death?” the middle-aged man analyzed with confidence. The more he analyzed, the more he felt unbelievable.
"I am not the Lord of Death. After Galio died, there was the Supreme God King, so the necropolis world is still there, and you are not dead yet." Lu Yang answered truthfully.
The middle-aged man didn't believe Lu Yang's words, so he bit his lower lip and said, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? He is not dead, he can't die." After saying that, he seemed to be crazy,
Suddenly he raised his right hand and pointed to the void. The thunder clouds flashed in the direction he pointed, and hundreds of thunder clouds appeared in the blink of an eye.
"Boy, I don't believe that these thunder clouds can't kill you." The middle-aged man shouted loudly. His eyes at Lu Yang changed, as if he was looking at a dead spirit.
"I said, you can't kill me, I will be the new master here." Lu Yang hugged the woman in his arms, then closed his eyes, waiting for the lightning of death to fall.
The same is true for a woman. She thought it was very simple. To die together, and to die together with her beloved is also a kind of happiness.
When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "Looking for death..."
The thunder tribulation fell, and millions of lightning struck Lu Yang at the same time. With such a powerful attack power, the space around him became distorted. In a blink of an eye, the lightning fell on Lu Yang, just as the middle-aged man thought Lu Yang.
When Yang was sure to die, a scene that he never dreamed of appeared.
Thunder and lightning fell and entered Lu Yang's body. These lightning that could kill Lu Yang millions of times were absorbed by Lu Yang again. This time it absorbed more obvious and faster. If it was absorbed for the first time, it was because of Jiuxuan Jade.
Bi, this time, is the undead clone, to be precise, it should be the Death God Card.
The lightning contained a huge aura of dead spirits. This energy entered the divine card. The speed of refining the divine card was instantly several times faster. It took less than half an hour to refine the divine card, which originally took several years to refine.
Countless mysteries of death appeared in Lu Yang's mind, and the undead clone also became a real clone, perfectly integrated with Lu Yang's original deity.
The thunder clouds are still continuing. No matter how many paths they fall, they cannot kill Lu Yang.
The middle-aged man could no longer believe his eyes. He was stunned and said in a daze: "How is this possible? Why can't he kill him with so many death lightning?"
"Why, why is this?" One hour later, the middle-aged man gave up on the fight, and he exuded his spiritual sense to sense Lu Yang's cultivation.
However, the middle-aged man was disappointed, Lu Yang's aura was introverted, and he could not sense anything.
"What kind of cultivation is he? Who is he?" The middle-aged man didn't want to kill Lu Yang anymore, but wanted to know Lu Yang's identity.
Suddenly, Lu Yang opened his eyes and a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if this look could kill an ordinary monk.
The cold light flashed and then converged. Lu Yang released a terrifying aura. As soon as this aura emanated, the huge necromantic world actually trembled, and the necromantics even knelt on the ground and crawled.
They didn't move at all. It seemed that after they moved for a while, they would be scattered.
"What kind of aura is this?" The middle-aged man thought of something, his face changed drastically. His legs were uncontrollable and he actually knelt on the ground.
"Why should I kneel down? Who is he? Why can't I control myself and want to worship him?" The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't imagine what happened, "Is it that breath? That's it
The breath of the Lord of Death, why can he imitate the breath of the Lord of Death?"
Lu Yang glanced at the middle-aged man, as if he knew what he was thinking, and said, "You must be very surprised, why can I release the aura that makes you fear."
"You, who are you?" The middle-aged man's tone changed. He didn't even notice it, and he actually became respectful.
"I am the Lord of Death." The aura emitted by Lu Yang's body became stronger and stronger. When it reached a certain level, a phantom appeared behind him.
It was a black figure, holding a sickle in his hand, which was the legendary God of Death.
"Impossible, how could you be the Lord of Death?" The middle-aged man recognized the sickle. When he first saw the Lord of Death, he was holding the sickle in his hand, which could easily kill all the dead spirits.
.But why the shadow of the god of death appeared behind him, and what was going on?
"You will believe it later." Lu Yang grabbed the void and the scythe of death fell into his hands.
The sickle was three feet long and black all over. The sickle was extremely sharp and emitted a cold and cold light.
If you look closely, you can still see ghosts flashing, as if the dead souls died under this sickle are struggling.
"I will destroy a space of reincarnation in the name of the Lord of Death!" Lu Yang raised the sickle in his hand and waved it to the door of reincarnation not far away.
A cold light flashed and headed straight ahead. Then he heard a bang, and the gate of reincarnation collapsed immediately.
"You, can you destroy the door of reincarnation?" The middle-aged man certainly knew that the door of reincarnation was built by the Lord of Death, and only he could destroy it.
"I can not only destroy him, but also build him." Lu Yang waved his sickle again and continued, "I will build a door of reincarnation in the name of the Lord of Death, so that the souls of the dead world will reincarnate and forget their previous lives.
The pain, forget the joy of the previous life, and return to the living world with a new face."
The lengthy mantra has just been recited, and a new gate of reincarnation appeared again at the destruction of the reincarnation gate.
The middle-aged man sat on the ground with his butt, his eyes dumbfounded, and he said in a daze: "He is the Lord of Death, how is this possible? Why has the Lord of Death been replaced?"
Lu Yang glanced at the middle-aged man and said coldly: "You doubt my identity, not a qualified slave. I will enter the cycle of reincarnation in the name of the Lord of Death..."
"Wait, wait..." The woman suddenly grabbed Lu Yang's hand and begged, "Can you not kill him?"
"Why don't you kill him?" Lu Yang's voice was cold, but his eyes looked at the woman were much softer. After all, he was her man now, not the powerful Lord of Death.
"Over the years, although she has advised me to go into the cycle of reincarnation, she has thought of destroying me, but I don't hate him, because when I first came here, he discovered me. If he hadn't helped me absorb the breath of death, I wouldn't have been able to have memory.
.” The woman took a deep breath, bowed to the middle-aged man, and said, "I owe you what I want you to return it, and I will return it to you from now on."
The middle-aged man laughed out loud, as if he was crazy, and said, "You don't owe me, the Lord of Death let me die, I still have the face to live, I am the subordinate of the Lord of Death..."
"You are Galio's subordinate, not mine." Lu Yang waved his hand, and a huge rule of death fell on him. His body trembled and he fainted immediately.
"You, what are you doing?" The woman thought Lu Yang was going to kill him, so she asked with some dissatisfaction.
"I didn't kill him, I just wiped out some of his memories." Lu Yang would not kill him because he also asked the other party to help find Han Ruoxue's mother.
When the woman saw that the middle-aged man was not dead, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you."
"You are my woman, why should I thank me?" Lu Yang pressed his right hand on the woman's body, and a huge force was input into his body to help her recover.