Chapter 2241

"Arrogance and ignorance."

Scythe does not believe that there is a psychic who can fight against two million spirits.

So when Chen Yu said this, he took it for granted that Chen Yu was bragging.

Or Chen Yu didn't understand the concept of two million yuan at all.

The scythe held the scythe of death high above his head, and the dark clouds in the sky formed a huge whirlpool.

The whirlpool begins with the sickle of death.

The wrathful spirit in the whirlpool is being drawn into the sickle of death.

With the power to destroy everything, he burst out towards Chen Yu.

Looking at the power as if it were the end of the day, Chen Chu shot at himself.

But not too much expression, but whisper: "such a magnificent and heroic scene, but no audience."

"You tremble in the power of my God."

The sickle took Chen's whisper as fear.

"Brother, you overestimate yourself. You are so powerful and divine that you have a Pacific Ocean."

"If you are stubborn, you will become one of my thousands of servants."

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and didn't fight back. The dark magma wrapped him in it and blocked the flood.

These two million grievances are a huge fortune.

Let Chen collect it by himself.

Even with this ability, Chen has no courage to do so.

The bottom line of morality and the test of human nature make it impossible for him to do such a thing.

But it's no more difficult to follow others' orders.

There is no psychological burden.

Let others bear all the crimes, and the benefits will be handed to yourself.

And the sickle.

That's the sickle of death.

Chen Yu had asked Lao Hei for help many times before, and wanted to study Lao Hei's sickle of death.

But Lao Hei said no in strict terms.

This time, Hei has nothing to say.

"Go back to me!"

Sickle saw that Chen Yu was still safe and even more furious under the shock of the terrible spirit.

The sickle almost did its best, and the torrent of resentment was even fiercer.

However, there is no essential difference between the attack and the previous attack.

"Brother, can't you change your mind? For example, inhale these two million spirits into your body and directly transform their power into your own. "

The sickle felt like it was going crazy.

The person I'm facing is more than just a powerful one.

Even his ideas are horrifying.

Inhale 2 million grievances?

It's no different from suicide.

Don't say two million spirits, even two thousand of them can't bear it.

He was able to control two million spirits because he had a sickle in his hand.

But that doesn't mean that he can really swallow two million spirits.

Even though he's arrogant about being a God here.

But I know my own business.

The only thing he can do, both outside and inside, is to control the resentment against his enemies.

Even he dare not put down the sickle of death.

Because he killed all of them.

Put down the scythe of death, these two million spirits will lose all the shackles.

He did not know whether the enemy on the opposite side would die, but he would certainly die.

"It seems that you have no other way. If you lend me your sickle for fun, I will spare your dog's life."

"Die for me!" "Sickle rage, a big drink:" accumulated resentment is destroyed

Countless complaints exploded around Chen Yu.

Every grievance is a huge energy body.

The self explosion of every grievance will bring about a terrible impact.

And the power of thousands and tens of thousands of self implosion is even frightening to the scythe user.

He kept pulling away from each other to avoid his own self explosion.

But his pupils suddenly contracted in the next moment.

He saw Chen Yu come out of the violent explosion without any harm.

"The chain of the great prison!"

At this time, countless spirits mingle with each other. Their spirits are twisted and deformed, forming a huge black chain.

At the other end of the black chain, there are countless grievances pulling the chain.

"Have you studied in Japan? Your moves feel very Japanese. "

Although Chen Yu was tied all over, his understatement made the sickle tremble.

"Tear him to pieces!" The sickle growled.Countless grievances are pulling the chain.

Maybe they suffered from poverty and hunger before they died.

But they were slaughtered. Their resentment made them more powerful than before.

Combined with a large number, few people can fight them in strength.

Except Chen Yu.

Chen's arms spread hard, and directly shattered the black chain.

Countless grievances are broken.

Chen Chu grinned, raised his right arm and rubbed his fist.

"My right arm feels a little thirsty."

"Hungry and thirsty?" The sickle was a little stunned and didn't respond.

Chen's right palm suddenly opens a mouth.

Then the horror of attraction came from that mouth.

Countless grievances were inhaled into that mouth in wailing and struggling.

The scalp looked numb from the sickle.

What is he doing?

He's devouring the spirits.

Devour those who even dare not easily contact him?

The dark clouds in the sky began to fade and become thinner.

The number of grievances is rapidly decreasing.

Chen Yu estimated that there were about 340000 complaints.

This is almost the limit of the gluttons.

Chen Yu's palm is aimed at the sky.

Only a black light burst out from the mouth of the glutton.

Black light runs through heaven and earth.

The dark cloud that originally enveloped the heaven and the earth was suddenly blown out of a circular opening.

Sickle eyes are falling out.

Even if he holds the sickle of death, he can't do Chen Yu's attack.

All over the sky, the grievances are completely out of order.

Although they are generated by crazy resentment.

But they also have fear.

And Chen Yu at the moment is the one who let their fear overcome their mad resentment.

The scythe hastily uses the scythe of death to control and appease the spirits.

But all of a sudden, he found that these spirits were more difficult to control than before.

Less than one percent of the grievances that can be appeased by him.

The most powerful and craziest spirits are out of control.

Those powerful spirits began to attack indiscriminately.

Not only Chen Yu, but also sickle himself was attacked by the spirit of resentment.

Chen Yu stood still, unmoved. The spirits could attack as they wished.

As for the sickle, he seemed to be in a hurry.

The number of these grievances is too large.

To the point of desperation.

For the first time, the scythe is afraid of the power it controls.

The power that once made him proud did not help him to defeat the enemy, but ate him back.