"Arrogance."

Sickle doesn't believe that this world really exists, a psychic who can fight two million grudges.

So when Chen said these things, he took for granted that Chen was bragging.

Or Chen simply didn't understand what the two million were.

The sickle lifted the death sickle over his head, and the dark clouds in the sky formed a huge vortex.

The vortex starts with the sickle of death.

The resentment spirit in that vortex is constantly being sucked into the sickle of death.

Carrying the power to destroy everything, he came towards Chen Kun.

Chen looked at the power as if it were apocalyptic, blasting towards himself.

He didn't have too many cautious expressions, but whispered to himself: "Such a spectacular scene, unfortunately, there is no audience."

"You are trembling in the power of my God."

The sickle muttered Chen's voice as fear.

"Brother, you are overestimating yourself. Your strength is a Pacific from God."

"Be stubborn, you become one of my thousands of servants."

Chen Yan's eyes didn't take the initiative to fight back. Dark magma wrapped him in at the same time, blocking the torrent from attacking.

These two million grudges are a considerable amount of 'wealth'.

If instead let Chen collect it by himself.

Even with this ability, Chen didn't have the courage to play such a hand.

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

But obeying other people's things, then there is no difficulty at all.

There is also no psychological burden.

Sin is left to others, and the benefits are left to ourselves.

And there is that sickle.

It was a sickle of death.

Chen had sought out Lao Hei many times before, and wanted to study Lao Hei's death sickle.

But the old black refused strictly.

This time he grabbed something else, and Lao Hei has nothing to say.

"Give me more!"

The sickle saw Chen under the impact of the horrible grieving spirit, and he was still safe and sound, even more furious.

The sickle was almost exhausted, and the torrent of resentment was more ferocious.

However, this attack is not fundamentally different from previous attacks.

"Brother, can't you do another trick? For example, inhaling these two million Wraiths into your body and directly converting their power into your own power."

The sickle felt like he was going crazy.

The person he is facing is not just powerful and horrifying.

Even his thoughts were terrifying.

Inhaling two million Wraiths?

That's no different from suicide.

Not to mention two million grudges, even two thousand can't bear it.

He was able to control two million grudges because he was holding a sickle of death.

But this does not mean that he can really devour two million grudges.

Although he is very arrogant, he claims to be God.

But my family knows their business.

Whether outside or inside, the only thing he can do is control these resentments against his enemies.

He didn't even dare to let go of the sickle in his hand.

Because he kills all these grudges.

Put down the Death Scythe, these two million Wraiths will lose all their restraints.

He didn't know if the enemy was dead, but he would die.

"It seems you have no other tricks, so lend me the sickle in your hand to play, and I will spare your life."

"You die for me!" The sickle was furious and yelled, "Resent all the grudges!"

Countless resentment exploded beside Chen.

Every grudge is a huge energy body.

Every self-detonation of the Wraith will bring a terrifying impact.

Thousands and tens of thousands of grieving spirits exploded, even the sickle user was scared.

He kept widening his distance to avoid falling into the self-explosion of resentment.

But his pupils contracted suddenly in the next instant.

He saw Chen An emerged from the fierce explosion.

"Chain of the Great Prison!"

At this time, countless resentment spirits merged with each other, and their spirits were distorted and transformed into a huge black chain.

Those black chains directly entangled Chen, and on the other end of the black chains, countless grieving spirits were pulling the chains.

"Have you studied in Dongsun? Your moves feel very Dongfeng."

Although Chen was tied tightly throughout his body, his understatement made Sickle sick.

"Tear him!" Growled sickle.

Countless Wraiths are pulling the chains.

Perhaps they were tortured by barrenness and hunger during their lifetime.

But they were slaughtered, and their resentment made them stronger than they were during their lifetime.

Coupled with the huge number, almost no one can fight them in strength.

Except ... Chen.

Chen's arms stretched hard, shattering the black chain directly.

Countless grieving spirits are fragmented.

Chen grinned, raised his right arm, and rubbed his fists.

"My right arm feels a little hungry."

"Hungry?" The sickle stumbled a little, and didn't respond.

Chen's right palm suddenly opened a mouth.

Immediately after that, the horrible appeal came from that mouth.

Countless grieving spirits were sucked into that mouth while mourning and struggling.

The scalp looked sick with a sickle.

What is he doing?

He is devouring those grudges.

Devour those grieving spirits that he dare not even touch easily?

The dark clouds of the sky began to fade and thin.

The number of Wraiths is rapidly decreasing.

Chen estimated that there were about three or four hundred thousand grudges.

This is almost the limit of the glutton's mouth.

Chen's palm aimed at the sky.

A black light burst out from the mouth of the glutton.

Black light penetrates the world.

The dark clouds that originally enveloped the world were instantly blasted out of a circular gap.

The sickle eyeballs are about to fall out.

Even if he had the sickle of death, he couldn't do this Chen attack.

The resentment of the sky is completely chaotic.

Although they are generated by crazy resentment.

But they also have fear.

And at this moment, Chen is the one who let their fears overcome mad resentment.

The sickle hurriedly used the death sickle to control the desire to appease those grieving spirits.

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

Less than one percent of the grievances he can soothe.

The most powerful and craziest grudges are completely out of control.

Those powerful Wraiths began to attack indiscriminately.

Not only Chen, but even the sickle himself was attacked by the evil spirits.

Chen stood still without being moved, and those grieving spirits would do whatever they wanted to attack, as they wished.

As for the sickle, he seemed to be a little messy.

The number of these wraiths is really too large.

Huge to despair.

For the first time, the sickle was afraid of the power it controlled.

The power that once made him proud did not help him defeat the enemy, but instead swallowed him.