The rolling gray clouds covered the sky and covered the fields. The gray fog was cold and damp like countless sticky tentacles, tightly pressing against the skin and constantly drilling into the body. The thick dead air mixed with the gray fog, corroding everything, decaying everything, and constantly transforming vitality into dead death power.

Unlike the Netherworld Qi of the Netherworld Sect Master, the Netherworld Qi is more complex and changeable. Among them is the strict punishment of heaven and earth, the silence after death, and the changeable creation of the Great Way of Reincarnation. Therefore, the Netherworld Qi appears to represent death on the surface, but it seems that countless seeds are buried in the ashes accumulated over the years, and more of the hope of life is hidden.

The figure walking out from behind Fan Si's body, the gray gas he emitted represents pure death.

Death is full of life and hopelessness. Once death dies, death is always silent. A death that makes people completely desperate from the heart. When he wraps the gray mist around his body, Ji Hao feels pain like a knife cut, his body becomes much heavier, and his movements are a little inflexible.

The power of death is eroding Ji Hao's body, and even the space, time, and all tangible forces and laws around Ji Hao are being corroded by madness. Everything is collapsing, everything is dying, and even the concept of "death" itself is rapidly collapsing, collapsed, and turning to a worse result.

Ji Hao's chaotic Taoist fetus fluctuated, and there seemed to be countless voices screaming in the gray fog, silent, but it could make you "hear" clearly. They were yelling, "Die, die, die, die, don't resist, don't resist, there will never be hope"!

Ji Hao's body shook slightly and he vomited blood.

As soon as the blood, which was shining like a gem, quickly turned into a dull gray color. In the blink of an eye, a wisp of gray ashes fell to the ground. Ji Hao looked down at the falling ashes. Such a tiny wisp of ashes fell on a mountain. He heard a dry roar. The ashes of nearly a hundred miles were destroyed, as if they were baptized by countless years.

"Brahman Bone!" Yemosha roared and brought up a blood light to the man who wanted to rush out from behind Fanshen.

"Yemo Killi, where are you going?" Yemo Killi said with a long roar. He soared into the air, and his body suddenly collapsed into a large black fog. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge black vortex, releasing a terrible devouring force to firmly confine Yemo Killi. Just as he took action, Yemo Killi directly used the innate power of the Nagari lineage and used the strongest forbidden move.

Yemo Sha Yi groaned, and his body shook, and he also disintegrated into a large piece of black gas, which also turned into a black vortex and suspended in the air. Two black vortexes with a diameter of hundreds of miles rubbed and collided with each other, swallowing each other. Occasionally, black lightning flashed and flashed, and the void around him shook violently, cracking countless cracks of large and small.

The twisted devouring power overflowed, and the large and small rocks on the ground were attracted by the devouring force, and kept floating up and flew towards the two black vortexes quickly. As soon as they came into contact with the vortex, they were immediately torn to pieces.

Ji Hao looked at the figure who was killed by Yemo and called the Brahma Bone.

Wrapped in the gray mist, Fan Gu was wearing a gray cloak, holding a long-handled sickle in both hands, and his thin skin was tightly attached to the bone, looking like a moving skeleton rack. This image suddenly reminded Ji Hao of the "God of Death" in Western mythology in his previous life!

The Brahma bone is much taller than the Brahma bone. There are countless black runes densely packed on the gray skin. Each rune seems to be a dying soul screaming, with a twisted face and extremely expanded facial features, making people feel uncomfortable when they look at it.

"Brahma Bone?" Ji Hao's mind flashed through the records of alien masters in the secret book of the Human Witch Palace.

In the past, Ji Hao had insufficient status and qualifications, and some core secrets of the Witch Palace would not be open to him. During the flood, Ji Hao made countless contributions and had the autocracy of Emperor Shun. He drew up some confidential records from the Witch Palace. Occasionally, after getting some free time, he would pick them up and read a volume or two.

Brahman Bone, the power elder of the Mingyue lineage of Yu Dynasty, and the Supreme Elder of the Yu Dynasty. He is the mortal enemy of Shennong!

The Human Emperor Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and educated the medical principles. Shennong's power was full of vitality and had the magical effect of flesh and white bones assassinating people. Shennong's power was born to be a natural enemy of the Mingyue lineage. Fan Gu had assassinated Shennong seven times, but was seriously injured by Shennong four times, and three times were almost killed by Shennong.

At that time, the Brahma Bone was already a powerful figure in the Sun and Moon realm, and Shennong was only half a step into the witch god. The Brahma Bone was superior in the realm, but was defeated by Shennong. The furious Brahma Bone never appeared again after Shennong successfully sacrificed the natal witch star and achieved the position of the witch god.

"Human children, I haven't taken action personally for many years." Fan Gu smiled sinisterly. He suddenly let go of the sickle in his hand, took out a high-legged crystal cup with great enthusiasm, poured a glass of bright red wine into the cup, and bounced his five fingers with his left hand, rubbing a pink rose out of thin air.

He sniffed the fragrance of roses gently, picked up the wine and took a sip. Fan Gu sighed: "I have already disliked fighting and fighting. There are only fine wine and flowers, as well as beautiful and enchanting girls. This is the essence of life!"

The old face of Fan Si twitched and he lowered his head silently.

The power of the Mingyue lineage is pure power of death. It also has a lot of experience in refining various zombie puppets. The old guy with every pore in his body is full of "death", what do you tell me about the "essence of life"?

Fan Si felt a little entangled. He felt his old face had a fever. This old guy Fan Gu really made him a little embarrassed.

"The essence of life, isn't it because I went to Shennong to provoke him and then be beaten like a dead dog?" Ji Hao pulled out the Pangu dragon pattern, and a poisonous tongue sprayed with poisonous water extremely viciously: "It is said that once, you were beaten to only half of your skull and barely escaped. It's not easy to grow back to such a big figure, right? Or have you been reborn with your body?"

The rose in Fan Gu's hand exploded into pieces, and the wine glass in his hand turned into ashes.

The old face, which was originally as ugly as a skeleton, suddenly twisted. Fan Gu held the long-handled sickle tightly with both hands, and made a squeaking sound when his palm rubbed against the hilt. He looked at Ji Hao in a frustration, and wisps of gray cold air kept spraying out of his nostrils.

"Shennong!" The long gray hairs on the top of the Brahma bones stood up straight, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "Shennong! Don't mention this damn name in front of me! Ah, Shennong! Get out for me! Come on, fight! Let me split you into pieces! Shennong! Human Emperor Shennong! Get out for me! Your herbs can bring back the dead! Come on, I chop this kid up, you come to save him!"
Chapter completed!