Chapter 227

Wang Zheng went all the way. As long as he was blocking himself on the road, no matter ordinary people or ox heads and horses, Wang Zheng was beaten away by Wang Zheng. At this time, Wang Zheng was not interested in paying attention to others.

Soon, Wang Zheng stood at the gate of the Capital University of technology. From time to time, the school heard harsh screams. When they saw Wang Zheng standing at the gate of the school, several big and rough students looked at Wang Zheng and smiled. They rushed up to catch Wang Zheng.

"Go away." Wang Zheng frowned, and a faint arc wrapped around his fingers directly hit the college students. Under the action of electric current, the college students were all sour and soft and fell directly to the ground.

"Qin Tian, if you're still alive, come to the radio room!" Wang Zhengke didn't have time to find Qin Tian's trace in the classroom, so he went directly to the radio room and shouted. Wang Zheng believed that as long as Qin Tian could live, he would come here to find himself. As for Qin Tian's invasion by ghost, it was basically impossible, although Chi in his body was wiped out by the little emperor, But his resistance to ghost Qi has not decreased at all. These ghost Qi can't erode his mind.

Wang Zheng's voice attracted not only Qin Tian, but also many college students rushed towards Wang Zheng after hearing the voice.

"Shit, I'll lie down honestly!" Wang Zheng looked at the college students who rushed up. Their faces turned black and the electric arc flew out directly. All the college students who rushed over were numb and lay on the ground one after another.

Those college students just lay on the ground, Wang Zheng suddenly frowned, because he saw a single God of death floating towards him. These gods of death are unwise fighting species and can only execute Yan Luo's orders. As long as they are blocked by the enemy, even if they are the Yin Shi envoy, the God of death will never show mercy.

The God of death saw all the college students lying on the ground, waving the sickle in his hand to harvest the souls of these college students. Wang Zheng couldn't just look at it.

"Wait!" as soon as Wang Zhenggang opened his mouth, death's sickle had wiped Wang Zheng's cheek. The sickle just touched Wang Zheng's face and felt the trembling of his soul.

"The God of death is too difficult to deal with. If he is scratched by a sickle, his soul may be taken away." Wang Zheng's face is full of sorrow. To tell the truth, it is basically impossible to be positive about the God of death. Unless his God of hell can be raised to more than 20%, there will be a god of hell to suppress his soul at that time. Unless it is Yanluo himself, the God of death can't hook his soul away

After all, Wang Zheng now has three solid internal Qi, and his long-distance means can be reluctantly used.

"Break!" the virtual shadow of the three pointed and two edged sword appeared in his hand, condensing Wang Zheng's internal Qi, and ruthlessly cut down at the sickle. After a burst of sparks of gold and iron collision, Wang Zheng was bounced away, and the God of death just floated a step or two back.

"The sickle is so hard that the virtual shadow of the three pointed and two edged sword can't be cut off!" Wang Zheng looked at the sickle that was cut off by himself in surprise. Although the three pointed and two edged sword is only a virtual shadow now, most things are cut off at once. This time, he condensed his internal Qi and still couldn't cut off the sickle. But how high is the material of the sickle.

Wang Zheng was surprised that he didn't cut off the sickle. The God of death on the other side looked at the gap of the sickle in his hand and seemed to feel the threat of the three pointed and two edged knife in Wang Zheng's hand. He actually began to play guerrilla warfare with Wang Zheng and didn't have direct contact with Wang Zheng at all. The mysterious sickle made Wang Zheng's head as big as a fight.

Just when Wang Zheng and death got stuck, Qin Tian sneaked in from the outside. Death seemed to feel a soul approaching, gave up Wang Zheng directly, turned and waved a sickle towards Qin Tian.

"No!" Wang Zheng's face tightened. If death really waved a sickle, Qin Tian would die without Chi's protection.

"Thunder and lightning!" in terms of distance, Wang Zheng could not save Qin Tian before the God of death. He had to choose to condense a black thunder and lightning mixed with Black Ghost gas and blast towards the God of death.

The speed of lightning is obviously much faster than that of death. The sickle of death has not yet reached Qin Tian. The black lightning has bombarded the ethereal body of death.

Lightning was originally the bane of ghosts. In addition to the black thunder of Wang Zheng, there was the threat of hell. The sickle in the hand of death flew directly in mid air. His ethereal figure struggled constantly in the black lightning, and finally dissipated slowly from his legs. Finally, he disappeared in front of Qin Tian without even a voice.

Qin Tian, who saw this scene, was so frightened that he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms. Today, he wanted to go to class honestly. Who knows that the people in the school were like crazy. He was scared that he had been hiding in the cabinet. He dared to touch Wang Zheng's business just now. Who knows that he was attacked by the God of death, which scared him almost to pee his pants.

Wang Zheng jumped to Qin Tian's side and tried to pull out the sickle, but he found that the sickle had become transparent and could not catch anything.

"Virtual shadow?" Wang Zheng frowned. He didn't expect that the sickle that could compete with the virtual shadow of the three pointed two edged knife was just a virtual shadow.

"Boy, don't think about the evocative sickle. Only death can grasp this sickle. The body of the sickle has always been in the hands of hell. If you are interested in this sickle, you can grab it from hell." the little emperor said happily in Wang Zheng's ear.

Wang Zheng turned a blind eye. He still knew himself clearly. He didn't have enough lives to pay for robbing the king of hell.

Ignoring the problem of sickle, Wang Zheng grabbed Qin Tian's collar and whispered, "if you want to live for a while, talk less."

Qin Tian didn't know what Wang Zheng was going to do, so he felt that there was a terrible gravity pulling himself away.

When Qin Tian stabilized himself again, he had appeared in a strange place, and Wang Zheng stood beside him and looked at the surrounding environment.

"Wang Zheng, where is this? What happened to the school?"

Wang Zheng ignored Qin Tian, but looked at the surrounding environment. Wang Zheng's face looked puzzled. It didn't look like Yinsi here, at least it didn't look like the Yinsi he had been to.

"Qin Tian, wait here." Wang Zheng asked Qin Tian to stand in place, but he went out two or three steps, found a relatively high terrain and scanned the surrounding environment. It was not difficult for Wang Zheng to see things thousands away with his current vision, but in this way, Wang Zheng still didn't see the existence of the hell hall, or even an ox head and horse face!

"Xiaodi, do you know where this is?" Wang Zheng began to panic in a strange place.

The little emperor floated around Wang Zheng, looked at the surrounding environment, and showed a smile of schadenfreude: "I have to say that you have a lot of fate with the cemetery. Last time you went to the tomb of the Jade Emperor's body, this time you went to Chi's soul cemetery, and I can only wish you to leave here alive." then the little emperor disappeared.

As soon as Wang Zheng heard that this is Chi's soul cemetery, the whole person is not good. Where is the soul cemetery? It is the place where Chi is divided and some Chi's soul is suppressed.