Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

The door to the Temple of Death is closed.

The 40 million walking reapers surrounded silently slapped themselves.

The look in his eyes is extremely humiliating!

Only the crisp snapping sound of slaps echoed.

"Everyone, hold on!" A god of death said coldly: "This is not that the Lord God has given up on us, but a test for us!"

"Only those who truly believe in the Lord God can be protected by the Lord God!"

As the walking god of death spoke, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sickle in his hand.

The other walking gods of death also had their eyes full of hope, and they all clenched the scythes in their hands.

This is the dignity that symbolizes their status as the God of Death!

"Yes, this is the test given to us by Lord God!"

"When we pass the test, the Lord God will walk out of the temple, restore the supreme glory of my Death Temple, and sweep away all these humans and those traitors!"

"Sooner or later, I will use this sickle to give these humans..."

These gods of death became excited.

Halfway through, a Daxia heroic spirit came over and slapped him.

"What are you talking about?" Daxia Yingling grabbed the leading Death God and asked coldly.

The God of Death snorted coldly: "I am the God of Death, do I need to report anything to you?"

"I advise you to reorganize your language." Daxia Yingling silently pulled the bolt of the gun: "Otherwise, you will be put in a small box in five minutes, packaged with Death Bone Powder, and used to make wine."

Death swallowed.

"Ahem, it's nothing." The skull face forced out a flattering smile, "Let's talk about it again. The Lord God seems to be scared out of his wits and is hiding inside and dare not come out. Should we surrender..."

"Oh?" Daxia Yingling frowned slightly, "Then what do you mean by holding the sickle?"

The Walking Death lowered his head silently and glanced at the sharp sickle in his hand.

"Tell me, what do you mean!" Daxia Yingling's gun pointed directly at the God of Death's forehead, "Do you want to plan a counterattack?"

At the muzzle of the gun, the already withered skull face of the Walking Death became even paler, and the frame of the skeleton was trembling violently!

It knows how powerful this weapon is!

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! Misunderstanding!"

"Give me an explanation!" Daxia Yingling said in a deep voice: "Why are you still holding the sickle tightly! Give me a reasonable explanation!"

The God of Death looked down at the scythe in his hand, his eyes tangled.

explain?

How the hell do you explain yourself?

At this moment, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, the walking god of death seemed to have unlocked his IQ, and his brain was running rapidly.

In the flash of lightning, his eyes suddenly lit up!

"That's right! I loved dancing when I was alive. I was a pole dancer." The God of Death picked up the huge scythe and said seriously: "I carry a scythe with me and practice pole dancing at any time. Is it reasonable?"

"Prove it." Daxia Yingling was a little unconvinced.

Death was silent for a moment.

Prove it?

Want to dance live?

this……

He is the god of death!

How could you do such an undignified thing...

"Prove it!" Daxia Yingling said solemnly, his finger already pressed on the trigger.

Death looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, and then at the huge scythe in his hand.

Bone meal, or dignity.

This is a choice.

With determination in his eyes, the God of Death raised the huge scythe high, and then thrust the scythe's handle into the ground.

immediately.

"It's embarrassing!"

The God of Death suddenly swayed his body, charming and weird, and the skeleton danced flexibly around the sickle, posing in sometimes sexy and sometimes cute poses.

The skeleton's body appears and disappears under the dark cloak, and its withered white bones are exposed from time to time, which is extremely sexy.

The god of death made his choice.

Dancing of course!

Nothing beats dancing!

Do you want to be beaten into bone powder and then drank to supplement calcium?

It will be pieced together from the cesspit in the future, and the bones will be combined with the filth, that will be the real shame!

The majestic God of Death, fighting for his whole life, why not just dance!

The air was silent, and the surrounding Death Gods and the heroic spirits responsible for guarding them all widened their eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.

If you ignore the skeleton body, it’s actually quite pretty…

Daxia Yingling, who was holding the gun, was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the other gods of death: "What about you?"

Those gods of death who were holding the death scythe and refused to let go were all stunned. They looked down at the huge scythe in their hands and slowly raised it.

immediately.

"Shua!!"

"Uh-huh!"

They were inserted into the ground one after another.

Forty million gods of death, begin their dance!

Skeletons were wearing black cloaks, making various seductive postures around the huge scythe.

Might as well dance!

Nothing beats dancing!

Seeing this scene in front of him, the soldier holding the gun silently put down the gun and raised his palm.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Thunderous applause!

It’s really pretty!

The black cloak swayed and undulated, and the white bones under it were looming, which was really sexy.

"I never thought I could see this in my life." A soldier said with satisfaction.

"Yes, I originally thought they were preparing to rebel, but I didn't expect that they were planning to put on a show for us. Tsk tsk, these gods of death are quite kind."

"Knowing that we are boring to watch over them here, they even dance for us."

"Before I was assigned this task, I was not very satisfied. After all, who wants to guard a group of Death Gods? I never expected... This is so exciting!"

"By the way, this black cloak is standard for the Temple of Death...is this considered a uniform temptation?"

"Stop talking, I'm hard!"

Even the soldiers passing by couldn't help but come over and watch carefully: "Hey, there is a dance performance, these gods of death are really good at playing."

"Yeah, don't tell me, he is worthy of being the God of Death. He has such a good attitude. Even after being beaten like this, he still dances for us."

Under the guns of Daxia, 40 million dead gods danced on poles.

In front of the Temple of Death, it instantly turned into a sea of ​​dancing.

And the other side.

Daxia, Ocean Temple.

A plane of light suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to break out of the boundary!

immediately.

"boom!"

Amidst the roar, a gap in space suddenly opened, and a three-meter-tall werewolf silhouette rushed out of it!

Plane spirit!

"Damn, these battles, these deaths..."

The face-faced spirit had a painful expression, holding his head and gritting his teeth, saying: "When I find the gods, those traitors will all die!"

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly someone responded to him.

The face spirit suddenly raised his head, and said to the person in front of him with surprise in his eyes: "God, help me, in my world... wait, you are... you are not a god!"

In front of me, several powerful figures stood there, exuding a terrifying aura!

An aura more terrifying than his seventh-level spirit!

There are white clothes swaying and swords flying in the air.

There is a ferocious blood demon, and the sea of ​​blood is surging!

There is a doctor carrying a medical kit and a scalpel, carrying a blazing sun on his back and surrounded by flying needles.

Extremely powerful!

Those auras are comparable to gods!

But they are all human beings!

The sword immortal in white slowly raised his sword and said with a smile: "It seems that your god is not here."

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