The gate of the Temple of Death is closed.

Forty million people walking around the walking god of death slapped himself silently.

The eyes were extremely humiliated!

Only the crisp slap and applause echoed.

"Everyone, hold on!" A god of death said coldly: "This is not because Lord God gave up on us, but the test for us!"

"Only those who truly believe in the Lord God can receive the protection of the Lord God!"

The walking god of death said, unable to help but hold the sickle in his hand tightly.

The other walking gods of death were full of hope, and they held the sickles in their hands tightly.

This is a dignity that symbolizes their identity as a god of death!

"That's right, this is the test given to us by Lord Lord God!"

"When we pass the test, the Lord God will walk out of the temple, reshape my supreme glory of the Temple of Death, and clear all these humans and those traitors!"

"As sooner or later, I will use this sickle to give these humans..."

These gods of death were excited.

Halfway through, a big Xia hero came over and slapped him directly.

"What are you talking about?" Daxia Yingling asked coldly, pulling the lead God of Death.

The God of Death snorted coldly: "I am a God of Death, do you still need to report to you if I say anything?"

"I advise you to reorganize your language." Daxia Yingling silently pulled the bolt: "Otherwise, you will be packed in a small box in five minutes, packed with the Death Bone Meal, and used to soak in wine."

Death swallowed.

"Ahem, nothing." The skeleton's face squeezed out a flattering smile, "Let's talk about it, Lord God seemed to be scared out of his courage, hid inside and dared not come out. Should we surrender..."

"Oh?" Daxia Yingling frowned slightly, "Then what does it mean to hold a sickle?"

The Walking God of Death silently lowered his head and glanced at the sharp sickle in his hand.

"Say, what do you mean!" Daxia Yingling's gun was directly pressed against the God of Death's forehead, "Do you want to plan a counterattack?"

At the tip of the muzzle, the already dry and white skeleton's face was even whiter, and the skeleton's rack was trembling violently!

It knows how powerful this weapon is!

"Don't shoot, don't shoot! Misunderstanding!"

"Give an explanation!" Daxia Yingling said in a deep voice: "Why are you still holding the sickle tightly! Give a reasonable explanation!"

The god of death looked down at the sickle in his hand, his eyes tangled.

explain?

How do you explain yourself?

At this moment, at the tip of the muzzle, the walking god of death seemed to have opened up the shackles of IQ and his brain was running rapidly.

In the flash of lightning, his eyes suddenly lit up!

"That's right! I liked dancing during my lifetime, and was a pole dancer." The god of death picked up the huge sickle and said seriously: "I carry a sickle with me and practice pole dance at any time. Isn't it reasonable?"

"Prove it." Daxia Yingling was a little disbelief.

Death was silent for a moment.

Proof?

Want to jump on the spot?

this……

I am a god of death!

How can you do such a dignified thing...

"Prove it!" Daxia Yingling said in a deep voice, his fingers pressed on the trigger.

The god of death looked at the dark muzzle, and then looked at the huge sickle in his hand.

Bone meal or dignity.

This is an option.

The god of death had a determination in his eyes, he raised a huge sickle high, and then inserted the hilt of the sickle on the ground.

immediately.

"I'm so ugly!"

The god of death suddenly shook his body, charming and weird, and the skeleton flexibly danced around the sickle, posing sometimes sexy and sometimes cute.

The skeleton's body appeared and disappeared under the pitch-black cloak, and the white bones were exposed from time to time, which was extremely sexy.

The god of death made his own choice.

Of course it's dancing!

Nothing is better than dancing!

Do you want to be beaten into bone meal and then drink it to supplement calcium?

In the future, if you piece together from the cesspool, the bones and the filth will be combined together, that is the real shame!

Death God of Death, fighting for life, what's wrong with dancing!

The air was silent, and the god of death around them and the heroic spirits who were responsible for guarding them all stared at the scene in disbelief.

If you ignore the body of the skeleton rack, it is actually quite good...

The Daxia Yingling, who was holding the gun, was silent for a moment, turned to look at the other gods of death: "What about you?"

The gods of death who were holding the sickle of the God of Death were shocked, looked down at the huge sickle in their hands, and slowly raised it up.

immediately.

"Swish!!"

"Swish!"

They were inserted on the ground one after another.

Forty million deaths, start their dance!

Skeletons were wearing black cloaks, surrounding the huge sickle, and making various tempting poses.

It’s better to dance!

Nothing is better than dancing!

Looking at the scene in front of him, the soldier holding the gun silently put down his gun and raised his palm.

"Ba, bha, bha!"

Applause is thunderous!

It's really good looking!

The black cloak swayed and undulated, and the white bones below it appeared and were really sexy.

"I really didn't expect that I could see this in my life." A warrior said with a satisfied look on his face.

"Yes, I thought they were going to rebel, but I didn't expect to plan to perform a show for us. Tsk tsk, these gods of death are quite kind."

"I know we're here to be bored and I'm dancing for us."

"I was not very satisfied before being assigned this task. After all, who would be willing to guard a group of death gods, never expected... this was too exciting!"

"By the way, this black cloak is the standard for the Temple of Death... Is this considered a uniform temptation?"

"Stop talking, I'm hard!"

Even the passing soldiers couldn't help but come over to watch carefully: "Yeah, it's like performing dancing, these gods of death are quite good at playing."

"Yes, don't say it, you really deserve to be the god of death. You have a good mentality. You have been beaten like this. You can dance for us."

Under the gun of Daxia, forty million deaths danced together in pole dance.

In front of the Temple of Death, it instantly turned into a sea of ​​dance.

And on the other side.

Daxia, Ocean Temple.

A plane light ball suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to break through the boundary!

immediately.

"boom!"

Amid the roar, a space gap broke through, and a werewolf phantom that was three meters high rushed out!

The Spirit of the Plane!
To be continued...