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One Second... Zero seconds.

The last Elemental Flower was fused into the shadows of Fan Mu's hands. After casting the spell, Fan Mu let out a heavy sigh of relief, rushing to the last moment.

At the same time, the ghost had also gotten rid of the restraints of the time dial, and his broadsword fell vertically towards Fan Mu's head.

Fan Mu grinned bitterly. The twelve elements were all gone. He didn't even have the strength to lift his head, let alone walk out safely from the ghost's bloody mouth.

"I'll leave it all to you ?"

Fan Mu's vision turned black, and his eyelids drooped down, blocking out all view. Whether it was the reality or the illusion, at this moment, it was all related to him.

The next moment, Fan Mu opened his eyes again. It was as if he had been reborn, but it was as if he had walked in front of the god of death. At that moment, a terrifying aura of viciousness emanated from his entire body.

His pupils were completely dyed crimson. In the center of his demonic pupils, two blooming crimson blood lotuses seemed to be burning as they mercilessly observed this world.

Fan Tian immediately became alert when he sensed a strange aura surrounding him. His gaze involuntarily landed on Fan Mu, unlike the clown from before. Fan Mu now looked like an iceberg, exuding an extremely cold and desolate aura, as if he could freeze everything in an instant.

"How is this possible?" Fan Tian's voice began to tremble, and his entire body started twitching. No matter if he believed it or not, the role of the hunter was reversed once again. He did not know how many times he had used it, but this time, regardless of strength or killing intent, Fan Mu seemed to have strengthened to the limit.

"True Flame Realm!? "What a ridiculous place," murmured Fan Mu, with a contemptuous smile on his face. He did not choose to freeze time by using a time dial. He only raised his right arm, thinking about blocking the ghost's blade.

Could it be that he wanted to use his flesh and blood to block this ghostly judgement!? Fan Tian's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

In the past ten thousand years, when ghosts had just released their seals nine times, there was no doubt that they had met a Divine King level expert several times. However, those eight people did not even dare to look directly at ghosts, let alone extend their hands to stop them. Once they entered the realm of the Divine King, they had a special sensitivity to danger.

Indeed, just as they had thought, Death God's Demon Saber could judge all living things, and death by a single touch was not only a myth. However, Fan Mu did not care about this curse at all, slowly raising his right arm as he faced the blade.

"What a laughable human, your actions will tell you that if you don't seek death, you won't die." Fan Tian snorted disdainfully as he looked at the ghosts that penetrated his body. His strength and killing intent had indeed increased, and he was only a stubborn little kid.

Fan Mu didn't say anything. He spread open his five fingers and lightly lifted them; the power of the ghost seemed to have been pulled out in an instant. The blade clashed with the flesh, and the ghost's sharpness was completely restrained.

"This!" What did you do!? " Fan Tian cast a dazed look, clearly not sparing any effort to slash down. The brute force, for some reason, instantly dissipated at Fan Mu's raised right arm. The force that could have cut off the Black Light landed on Fan Mu's body, soft and weak like cotton candy.

Fan Mu ignored him, gently stroking the edge of the blade as if smoothing out a kitten's fur.

Fan Tian was furious. After coincidentally obtaining the Phantom Blade, he had always regarded it as his life, and no one had ever dared to disrespect it or disrespect it, even if it meant disrespecting himself!

"Scram!" "Don't touch the blade with your dirty hands." Fan Tian grabbed the handle with both hands, trying to retract the blade, but he found that the space around the ghost seemed to be locked down. No matter how hard he tried, the ghost didn't move at all.

"God of Death's waist knife, how could you just take it as you please?" Fan Mu smiled, a hint of irresistible dignity in his disdainful gaze.

"What death god, he's mine!" Fan Tian howled in rage, trying his best to draw his blade outwards. His upper body had even started to turn into smoke from using too much strength.

"Humans like you are becoming more and more arrogant. No, you are not a human, you are just one of the tens of thousands of my people." Fan Mu transformed into a ghostly shadow, appearing in front of Fan Tian in an instant.

"You, you're Gern!?" Seeing his eyes that were as red as a blood lotus, Fan Tian used all the strength in his body to ask.

It seems that in this era, the only people who know my name are the grudges within this realm, "Gern smiled and did not deny that she had now completely occupied Fan Mu's body and was able to completely fuse together, allowing him to unleash 100% of his power," After all, this was a space that I casually created back then.

"It really is you!" Fan Tian trembled, his face full of resentment, as if he had been lying there for tens of thousands of years. "I am here to kill you with my own hands on the day I await your return!"

"Oh!?" How do you know I haven't completely disappeared!? " Gern raised an eyebrow.

"This is your space. Your dirty appearance is always wandering in front of us!" Fan Tian glared fiercely at Fan Mu's nose, but he didn't dare look straight at the blood lotus. "The heavens have eyes. They gave me the chance to personally kill you before my resentment had completely dissipated."

"What's the point?" Gerrard smiled lightly, his expression was calm, and he was not angered by Fan Tian's disrespectful behavior.

"If it weren't for me, who could have made you live for ten thousand years? I'm your creator, shouldn't you be thanking me for my great kindness?"

"I thank you. I thank you all the time. Every time I think of you gently decapitating my daughter and hanging her head on my neck, I want to use my blade to comfort your undead!" Fan Tian roared like thunder.

"So you were still brooding over it, even though I forgot who you are," Gern laughed as if he was listening to a joke.

"What is life to you!?" Fan Tian forced a question.

"Maybe it's the sauce with cured meat. I've eaten it in my previous life, and I still haven't forgotten about it. It's really a delicacy," Gern casually replied as she caressed Fan Mu's body, feeling the taste of fresh blood flowing everywhere!

"An incurable fellow! "Don't think that you're that amazing because of you. You're just a lackey of Niede Hogg. After being used up, you're not even sure how you died," Fan Tian raged, finding it difficult to hide his anger.