A series of eyes fell on the old fortune teller.
Back then, this man suppressed the Western gods by himself, made a "divine covenant", and hung a sword over the heads of the gods. No one dared to say a word.
Regardless of whether the real bigwigs at that time were hiding from the world or avoiding their edge, he ultimately brought shame to the West.
Now that he has appeared again, the real big guys have appeared, wanting to wash away this shame and use this to reach the top of the West.
Kill the old fortune teller, and that will be the pinnacle of the West.
Carlyle, that's what he thinks.
Death, too.
The seven gods of death, carrying endless killing intent, enveloped the old fortune teller.
The seven death scythes, almost in no particular order, shone with gold and silver and fell downwards.
The old fortune-telling handrail came and stood still. .??.
"Forget it, I don't care about your resistance anymore, so why bother wearing a mask to show others? Today, I will let you experience the power from the ancient East."
Suddenly, the old fortune teller raised his hand and wiped off the mask on his face, revealing his true appearance.
Before, he thought of keeping a low profile as much as possible, so as not to cause any resistance to the Western gods, and just suppress them.
So, I got a mixed-race mask and put it on.
But tonight, it doesn't matter anymore.
conflict?
Anyone who dares to resist will be shot to death!
He wants to suppress the entire West with his tyrannical strength!
Swish.
The golden sword light fell, and the old fortune teller disappeared from the spot.
The leader of the Death God frowned slightly, and the Death God's scythe continued to sweep towards the surroundings.
The sharp sword intent tore through the void, making a roaring sound.
The other six Death Gods also reacted extremely quickly and retreated one after another, forming a circle of encirclement to prevent the old fortune teller from escaping.
"Where are the others?"
This thought flashed through everyone present.
Even Xiao Chen didn't notice the aura of the old fortune teller.
"Why, do you only dare to hide your head and show your tail?"
The leading Death God's sword missed, his voice was cold.
"If you don't show up, I will kill all your entourage."
"You can't even find any trace of me, why do you think you should fight with me?"
The indifferent voice of the old fortune teller sounded from above.
A palm print fell from the sky.
The seven gods of death suddenly raised their heads, raised their sickles, and slashed at the falling palm prints.
Click.
The palm print collapsed.
Before they could soar into the sky, three more palm prints fell down.
boom.
The God of Death couldn't resist it and was shot underground.
Even with a knife, he fell into a big pit. All the bones in his body were broken, and he could no longer die.
The leader's eyes shrank, his black robe fluttered, and he rose into the sky facing the palm print.
"You only know that I defeated Carlyle, but you don't know how I lost, right?"
The old fortune teller looked at the approaching Death and asked with a smile.
When Carlyle in the distance heard his words, his face trembled and his anger rose.
What is this old guy going to do!
You wouldn't expose what happened that day in public and let him die, right?
That battle was definitely a shame for him. Fortunately, except for his 'own god', the outside world didn't know about it at all.
Now, the old fortune teller wants to say it in public?
At this moment, he wanted to fight the old fortune teller.
However, the fear of the old fortune teller still made him suppress his anger and impulse.
"Let me show you."
The old fortune teller's words fell and disappeared again.
The leading Death God was startled, and a sense of crisis erupted in his heart.
Without even thinking about it, he quickly slashed out with the golden death sickle.
Click.
The old fortune teller held the death scythe, just like when he shattered Carlyle's knife,
It shattered directly.
The leader of the Death God shrank his eyes, how is this possible!
He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he couldn't do it at all.
Swish.
The broken death sickle turned into golden light and pierced into the abdomen of the leading god of death.
His defense was not much stronger than Carlyle's, and it was like paper, shattered.
"ah!"
The leader of the Death God screamed in pain and formed a field, trying to prevent the old fortune teller from making his next killing move.
From this point of view, his fighting consciousness is stronger than Carlyle's.
However, what he was facing now was an old fortune teller.
And the old fortune teller wants to kill the chicken today to scare the monkeys and scare the Western gods!
The old fortune teller took one step, so fast that even the afterimage didn't appear, and he arrived in front of the leader of Death.
He grabbed the leader of the Death God by the neck, his eyes were indifferent and a bit sarcastic: "Now, do you know how he was defeated?"
"No……"
The leading Death God was extremely horrified and wanted to struggle, but he couldn't.
All his cultivation seemed to be suppressed at this moment.
In particular, he noticed the indifferent look in the old fortune teller's eyes and did not dare to struggle hard.
He had a feeling that if he dared to struggle, the old fortune teller would break his neck.
"That's how he lost to me."
The old fortune teller's indifferent eyes became a bit playful.
"Why do you think you can kill me? The God of Death? The dead God?"
"..."
The leader of Death was shivering all over, he felt like he was being enveloped by death.
"Whoever you let die must die? Why are you so awesome? That's because you didn't meet me earlier, otherwise you would have died long ago."
The old fortune teller slowly exerted force on his hand, and the pale face of the leader of Death became even paler.
Seeing this scene, the scene was completely silent.
gods of the west, great
For shock.
The strength displayed by the old fortune teller was far beyond their imagination.
Is this how Carlyle was defeated by him that day?
Now the number one Death God has also been defeated by him!
Carlyle, who originally thought he was dead, suddenly felt relieved when he saw the grim reaper in the hands of the old fortune teller.
Now that I have company, I no longer feel that society is dead.
At first, when he was embarrassed, it was only in front of more than a dozen ancient gods.
It's different today, there are at least hundreds of gods here... This shame is definitely a big loss.
When the other gods of death saw that their boss was being taken advantage of, they wanted to rush in to save people, but some of them didn't dare.
Even the boss has no power to resist, they will die if they go up.
What's more... a god of death has already been killed.
"The old fortune teller's popularity is really big."
Xiao Chen was a little envious. How great it would be if he could single-handedly frighten the entire West and hundreds of gods!
He was a little eager to try it. If someone troubled the old fortune teller, he would have to try it himself.
But then I thought again, would anyone dare to trouble the old fortune teller?
The fate of those who stand out is already doomed.
Are all the monkeys in this mountain shivering?
"Two choices, surrender, or die."
The old fortune teller looked at the leader of Death and said coldly.
"Death...will never be a slave..."
The leader, the Death God, squeezed out a word. He wanted to find a way to go down the stairs. After all, there were too many gods there.
Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to surrender directly?
"Oh, then die."
The old fortune teller's eyes turned cold and he exerted force on his hands.
Click.
The neck of the leading god of death was broken.
"No……"
The leader of the Death God only had time to make such a sound before he felt his body fly up and hit the ground hard again.
