Chapter 1217

"ZuLong Pendant!" the God of death stared at the ZuLong jade pendant on Yun Bufan's head, and his eyes were full of hot: "hahaha, ZuLong pendant, ZuLong, ZuLong, of course, you are relying on this ZuLong pendant to kill the three great Witches of the wizard family with your own strength, which is a heavy blow to me, just because of your terror bonus!"

"Unfortunately, the ZuLong pendant is not a chaotic artifact, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. When I get the ZuLong pendant, I will restore it to the point of chaotic artifact. At that time, it will not be ZuLong pendant, but death pendant, ha ha!" death couldn't help laughing excitedly!

Yun Bufan's face became more dignified than ever. He stared at death and his eyes glittered. ZuLong said coldly with a smile: "boy, hand over the ZuLong pendant. I can give you a chance to live and become my servant!"

"Hand over the ZuLong pendant and become your servant?" Yun Bufan's eyes twinkled with cold color and looked at the God of death coldly: "do you think you are still the God of death in the past? Now you are just a afterthought and a wisp of consciousness. What I want to do is to completely destroy you!"

"Miss Mo, I can only trouble you this time!" Yun Bufan whispered in his heart, and his colorful light flickered. The five elements Shenfu appeared directly in front of Yun Bufan, and the colorful glow flickered. Mo Qilin immediately appeared next to Yun Bufan!

Yun Bufan looked at Mo Qilin and breathed slowly: "the afterthought of the God of death, a wisp of consciousness left behind in the inheritance of the way of the God of death. He Lin inherited his inheritance, but also gave him an opportunity to enter the sea of consciousness of He Lin, with the intention to become one with He Lin and replace He Lin, similar to giving up!"

Mo Qilin breathed slowly, then nodded: "death?"

Mo Qilin looked at the God of death with dignified eyes. A trace of surprise flashed in the God of death's eyes: "you are? Why do I feel so familiar with this breath?"

"Familiar? Very familiar, God of death, you died in the hands of my ink Qilin!" ink Qilin sneered in a low voice. The nine color light on his body soared, and nine different forces burst out. In the center of the nine color light, there was a trace of white power!

"White power!" Yun Bufan glanced a shock in his eyes and looked at Mo Qilin. This is the tenth power. Yun Bufan was shocked: "the tenth power. Miss Mo actually understood the tenth power. It is said that the Mo Qilin family had twelve kinds of power when they were successful, and there was also the 13th power in the legend!"

"Are you the ink Qilin clan?" the God of death also showed a look of horror on his face. He vaguely remembered that he was destroyed by the twelve forces of ink Qilin. If it weren't for the ink Qilin clan, he wouldn't have fallen so far!

"Ten powers, you have understood the tenth power of the ink Qilin family. How is this possible? You are the God King!" the God of death's eyes are full of fear. Looking at the ink Qilin, there is a trace of fear!

"The tenth kind of power!" Mo Qilin calmly looked at death, then smiled and breathed: "death, it seems that you still remember my mo Qilin family in those years. Even my Qilin family's cultivation of several powers is so clear!"

"The ink Kirin clan!" the God of death suddenly growled in a low voice, and his eyes were full of resentment: "an underage ink Kirin kid, okay, okay, I'll use your blood to wash away the damage you did to me!"

"You died in the hands of your ancestors. Today, you will be destroyed in my hands again!" Mo Qilin looked at death with cold eyes and sneered in a low voice: "auspicious omen, auspicious clouds emerge, give it to me!"

"Boom!" bursts of roar suddenly rang out, and a nine color auspicious cloud suddenly appeared, but the nine color auspicious cloud was different from the past. Around the nine color auspicious cloud, it was wrapped with a light white light!

"This auspicious cloud is a divine artifact!" Yun Bufan looked at the auspicious cloud, immediately took a breath of air conditioning, and a flash of light in his eyes: "ink Kirin, in my God's house, has reached such a point. How does it practice?"

"Auspicious cloud!" the cold light in death's eyes flashed, and then roared in a low voice: "auspicious cloud, break it for me too!"

The black painted blade directly crossed, and a burst of black light flashed. Mo Qilin smiled coldly: "do you want to destroy my auspicious cloud? Nine colored auspicious cloud, the power of Qilin, break it for me!"

"Boom!" the nine color light soared, and bursts of strong bombing sound suddenly rang out. In the explosion of the nine color light, the painted black knife awn burst open, and bursts of cold light burst in yunbufan's eyes: "the strength of Miss Mo has improved a lot!"

"What?" the God of death looked at Mo Qilin in shock, and Mo Qilin smiled coldly: "if you hadn't left the so-called three bones of the God of death, I couldn't have taken your bone marrow and got your blood. I, the family of Mo Qilin, would have suppressed you. Now I have your bone marrow, God of death, how can you be my opponent!"

"Auspicious power, suppress me!" Mo Qilin whispered, and a burst of nine color light burst up. The huge auspicious cloud immediately shrouded down and pressed down directly on the God of death. The God of death's face changed greatly: "this pressure really has a restraining effect on me!"

"Death whirlpool cut!" the death whispered coldly, and with a bang, a huge black whirlpool suddenly appeared out of thin air. The death whirlpool cut, which was cast in the hands of the death god, was more than a hundred times stronger than that cast in the hands of He Lin!

Yun Bufan's pupil shrinks slightly, and even Mo Qilin's eyes twinkle: "death whirlpool cut, one of the unique skills of death, which is specially aimed at soul attack!"

The detailed information of the attack suddenly appeared in Mo Qilin's mind. Then he drank it in a low voice. Nine forces poured into the auspicious clouds. Mo Qilin whispered: "nine colorful auspicious clouds, transformed into unicorns, now!"

"Boom!" bursts of bombing sound suddenly burst out, and the huge auspicious cloud suddenly exploded. Then it was divided into nine different forces. Among the nine different forces, different unicorns suddenly appeared slowly. After a moment, nine unicorns of different colors directly surrounded the God of death!

"Ink unicorns inherit their secret skills!" the God of death looked at the nine unicorns, gritted his teeth and opened his mouth word by word. His face was gloomy and ugly. Ink Unicorn sneered in a low voice: "nine unicorns, seal the sky array, seal the sky stone, seal the sky with one stone, seal me!"

"Hum!" the light soared, and fengtianshi suddenly appeared. Then the light soared and expanded directly. Fengtianshi immediately sealed the whole demon mountain, and the huge seal directly shrouded the God of death!

The God of death suddenly showed a shocked color in his eyes. As soon as he gritted his teeth, a black light burst into the sky, and a terrible momentum burst out in an instant. The God of death looked at Mo Qilin coldly: "I never thought that you would force me to use the secret method of the God of death!"

"The secret of death, the change of the witch God, the change!" the God of death whispered and drank, and bursts of black fog filled in, and the black light soared. The God of death immediately kept rotating. In less than a moment, the appearance of the God of death had completely changed!

A huge black robe, with a black hat on his head, and even a painted black cloak behind him. The God of death holds the sickle in his hand, the God of death hangs his head down, and bursts of cold light in his eyes keep popping up!

"Death suit?" Mo Qilin's eyes flashed, and then smiled coldly: "unfortunately, except for the death sickle, everything else you have is the illusion of the power of darkness. I'm afraid your death hat and death cloak are already missing?"

"Really?" the God of death smiled strangely. The left eye suddenly flashed black. The eyes of the left eye suddenly floated out and kept rotating in the air. Mo Qilin suddenly changed his face: "the left eye of the God of death!"