Zhou Sen was overwhelmed among the piles of supplies. He felt like he was digging through a trash can. He didn't like this feeling. He hoped that he could be more elegant and gentlemanly. Even if he was not elegant or gentlemanly, he should be heroic, instead of thinking like a gentleman.
It's so embarrassing now.
"Grandma, I really can't stand it anymore. After I go back, I will ask Ouyang Fei to study and solve the problem of this space button as soon as possible!" After Zhou Sen found a few pieces of metal, he summoned the mess of materials back to the space button.
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"What are you doing?" Olin watched as Zhou Sen spread his hands and started refining metal.
"I want to make a death sickle."
"Death Scythe..."
Olin thought of the last time Zhou Sen made a death sickle to lure out the God of Death. She suddenly understood why Zhou Sen always looked confident, because he had already thought of a way to seduce the God of Death.
Use the Death Scythe to attract the God of Death, and then kill the God of Death with a sneak attack!
Death's Scythe!
Dark red appeared between Zhou Sen's hands, and the metal was slowly suspended in the air. Soon, the metal melted.
Olin looked at Zhou Sen's whole process of melting metal with a look of disbelief on her face. This was the first time she had witnessed Zhou Sen's weapon refining with her own eyes.
Of course, what made Zhou Sen incredible was not that Zhou Sen melted the metal. After all, she had long known that Zhou Sen had the superpower of refining weapons. She was shocked that the metal did not emit any heat after melting...
…
Zhou Sen didn't notice the incredulous expression on Olin's face because he was already completely immersed in refining the weapon.
The majestic power controls the metal to constantly change in the air.
Zhou Sen is becoming more and more skillful in controlling the warm current in Dantian.
Thousands of temples and tens of millions of sheep tribesmen provide Zhou Sen with a steady stream of power of faith. Most of these pious powers are transported into Zhou Sen's mind, but these powers are simply too huge.
There are still "fish that slipped through the net" left in Zhou Sen's Dantian, and just this little fish that slipped through the net allowed Zhou Sen's control over metal to reach a new height.
The most important thing is that Zhou Sen can completely lock the warmth inside the metal without leaking at all, and this is why Olin can't feel the temperature.
Zhou Sen's cultivation relies entirely on his own reasoning and groping, and by treating himself as a god, he has opened up a new path to cultivating the gods, which can be said to be unprecedented. Now, he borrows the power of faith to refine weapons...
…
A sickle gradually took shape in the air.
"You are hiding behind the gods!" Zhou Sen said to Olin.
"Um."
"Hold the gun, but don't shoot unless my life is in danger. Remember, if you shoot, be sure to shoot your head! I have confidence in you!"
"Um."
Orin carefully climbed onto the altar, hid behind the death god, and adjusted the shooting angle.
Olin was still very confident in her marksmanship. Besides, the temple was small, which meant that the target was very close, so it was not difficult.
After making arrangements, Zhou Sen bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood on the Death Scythe. Then, he opened his hands slightly and inserted the Death Scythe in the middle of the temple.
At the same time, Zhou Sen drew out the Tang Dao from his back. The Tang Dao was suspended above the Death Sickle. Its sharp blade was heart-stopping.
Zhou Sen controlled Tang Dao and slowly retreated to the closed door.
wait.
There was a suffocating silence in the Temple of Death.
This is a kind of torturous waiting, because Zhou Sen is not sure whether the death sickle he refined can lure out the god of death...
…
Just when Zhou Sen was thinking wildly, suddenly, the closed space felt cold, and the black robe on the death god automatically moved without wind.
Coming!
Sure enough, when Zhou Sen was staring at the Death Scythe, Death appeared in front of the Death Scythe without any warning.
"ah……"
The Tang Dao suspended in the air passed over the God of Death's head like a thunderbolt. The God of Death's head rolled to the ground. The body remained standing, and blood spurted out from the neck. However, the blood did not fall to the ground after it sprayed out, but directly fell to the ground.
Turned into wisps of blue smoke.
Soon, the head and corpse dissipated like black particles...
…
"So easy?" Olin, who was originally extremely nervous, looked at the empty temple hall with a blank expression.
"Get ready, you'll be the one to shoot!"
"Ah...me?"
"Yes, after the God of Death is killed once, he will definitely change his position when he appears again and be careful. At this time, it will be difficult for me to kill him with the Tang Dao, so I am responsible for attracting his attention. You
Responsible for killing people... Hey, he is the God of Killing."
"The God of Death..." Orin never dreamed that she would one day kill the legendary God of Death. This is really crazy.
Rough bandits!
He is indeed the most daring gangster in the universe. After hanging out with him for a long time, murder and arson are no longer a big deal. Even killing gods has become commonplace.
Olin picked up the gun with a wry smile on her lips...
…
Wait again.
This time, Zhou Sen did not float the Tang Dao above the temple, but held it in his hand.
Come, Death!
We will fight to the death!
Zhou Sen stared closely at the Death Scythe, with a sinister smile on his lips, and slowly moved his body.
This is not the first time Zhou Sen has dealt with the God of Death. In his opinion, the God of Death does not have any great magical powers, which is why he dares to challenge the God of Death.
The wind is strong!
Suddenly, Zhou Sen felt an invisible force locking his body. He tried to move his arms, but his arms seemed to be filled with lead and remained motionless.
Damn it!
It’s over!
It’s over!
Playing offline...
Zhou Sen found that he still underestimated the power of the God of Death. In front of the God of Death, he was just an ant, a relatively large and fat ant.
Orin.
Now, Zhou Sen's only hope is Olin.
Zhou Sen really wanted to take a look at Olin, but what made him despair was that he couldn't even move his eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he couldn't see clearly what Olin was doing in the darkness.
If Olin's body cannot move, then Zhou Sen will have no choice but to die.
Death appears.
The God of Death carries the scythe to harvest life as always, and wears a gloomy black robe from head to toe.
"Is the sickle yours?" The God of Death stood in front of the death sickle refined by Zhou Sen, staring at Zhou Sen with a pair of deep-set eyes.
"laugh!"
The God of Death did not wait for the answer, because a bright and dazzling beam of light pierced his head.
It wasn't just a beam of light. Immediately afterwards, countless beams of light fell on him, directly beating him into a sieve.
"ah………"
The God of Death let out a heart-rending howl, then turned into countless black particles and disappeared into the darkness.
Zhou Sen moved his arm and was able to move.
"Let's go out!" Zhou Sen rushed out of the temple first.
Olin quickly jumped off the altar and followed Zhou Sen.
