God-Level Choice

He suddenly shouted: "Please elders show up and help me kill this old man.

In an instant, in nothingness, an old man with a red beard and a black robe embroidered with bloody skulls walked downstairs.

Seeing this person appear, Chu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Master Nether!"

Chu Feng whispered secretly.

When the old man came out, his voice said coldly: "It was this vain man who got the dragon's veins. Now everyone is dead. The meaning of your existence is gone. The dead church never accepts useless people"

The old man said suddenly, with a palm strike, the ghost gasified into a bloody skeleton, and directly pierced into the man's head.

The man's silent body shriveled rapidly, and finally turned into Qinglongwei.

The old man stretched out his hand, and the bloody skeleton flew out and returned to his palm. He looked at the Chu Feng point in the distance with the back of his hand.

"Means and abilities are choices that can be made. Now I will give you a choice, hand over the ghost moon bead, make a blood oath, and join my church of death. As for the ghost king, have you killed the dead? The dead are worthless, as long as you are loyal My church, I can let it go"

Chu Feng said lightly: "What if I don't join?"

The old man smiled: "If you die, there is no result, but there is still the possibility of being alive. I believe that no one will choose to die." Chu Feng said: "Yes, but with you, you can't kill me

"Well, I've seen too many people who are proud of you. Since I can't see a coffin without tears, I'll let you know what's behind it"

"Blood fingerprints!"

The old man said to do it without delay. When he hit the palm, a huge bloody skeleton roared at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng did not dare to slacken the slightest bit of slack in fighting the Nether Master, and from the blood skull, he could feel the terrifying power contained in it.

Luo Huyin came out again.

The turbulent magic energy refers to the strange claws carrying powerful magic power, and it is greeted by rows of mountains.

Two terrible practices are fast approaching, and time is raging, howling like the terror of Amityville.

"boom"

A huge mushroom cloud rolled into the sky.

The old man shook his feet, shook his body, took a big step back, and lost his composure in an instant.

"What kind of power is this, the amazing seal and combat power? Is there really only ghosts in this realm?"

The Chu Feng point here was thrown out directly, and blood spurted out of the sky. Others are in mid-air, the Black Magic Treasure in their hands flashes into a ghost bird, lifts the Chu Feng point, spreads its wings, and drives away the rainbow

After recruiting, we have a general understanding of the strength of the old man. This person has reached the middle stage of Netherworld. From Shengyuan's point of view, it was Wu Shengjie, and this person's blood fingerprints were also Tulian's entrance. Entanglement would not do him any good.

Seeing Chu Feng flashing 870 in the air, the old man walked away with a gloomy expression.

"This kid is very strange. His strength is not my ghost. He is full of domineering and vicious. This is a change for my church and must be eradicated as soon as possible."

He looked at the direction Chu Feng set off from, and disappeared without a trace.

On an unknown mountain, in a hidden cave.

Chu Feng sat cross-legged. After a long time, when he opened his eyes, there was still some lingering fear in his eyes.

"The higher the cultivation base, the greater the gap in strength. This is true. The elders of the Church of Death do have means, and the blood skull has the power to turn blood into yin. Fortunately, I gave birth to dragon fire, otherwise I would have been seriously injured."