The second person who traveled through time and space and became a pig

After Wood, the master of the Temple of Light outside Longwei City, was defeated and retreated, the Black Mountain Sect's grand elder finally regained his confidence. This was the first time that the Black Mountain Sect truly won a victory.

With a smug smile on his face, he leaped to the west gate of Longwei City without hesitation, and glanced at the people standing on the city wall with contempt.

His provocative eyes and arrogant attitude make people feel disgusted, but they cannot ignore his existence.

Seeing this scene, Kadwei's face was filled with anger, and there was no trace of happiness on his face. It seemed that his face did not have the muscles prepared for a smile to complete this action.

Kaidehong's mood at the back also changed, this time for the better, with a smile on his face, indicating that Kaidehong was in a good mood at the moment.

The atmosphere on the city wall became tense, and people held their weapons tightly, ready for a possible battle.

The Great Elder did not hide his confidence and arrogance. He slowly raised the black staff in his hand, with an eerie light flashing on the staff, as if showing his strength to everyone.

“Not to mention that the Longwei Empire has been established for more than 300 years. Is it true that except for the master of the Temple of Light who is quite capable, all the others are fools? If so, there is no need for the Longwei Empire to exist. Since no one dares to come up, the throne of the emperor of the Longwei Empire should be given to my brother.” The great elder spoke arrogantly like a stag who had defeated all his enemies.

However, at this moment, the president of the Magicians' Guild finally couldn't bear to watch it any longer and walked out of the crowd. He was wearing a white robe, had a handsome face and elegant temperament.

His appearance attracted the attention of the Great Elder. The two looked at each other and could feel the hostility in each other's eyes.

His arrival added more uncertainty to the already tense situation.

"The Black Mountain Sect has invaded my Longwei City without reason. I will make you pay the price in blood. You, a bunch of hateful invaders, have brought civilian casualties and economic losses. You are destined to be despised in history books," the president of the Magicians' Guild said with reason and emotion.

"You so-called righteous people are nothing but a bunch of hypocritical hypocrites!" The great elder said coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.

The head of the Mages Guild smiled and responded, "People like you are the real evil ones. Which of the magics you use doesn't make people fearful?"

His voice was calm and firm, with a convincing power.

The Great Elder sneered, "Hmph, do you think you can stop me? You are overestimating yourself!" As he spoke, he swung his black staff violently, and a sharp sword energy rushed towards the president.

The head of the Magician Guild dodged the attack easily. He waved his right hand gently, and a powerful aura surged out of his body, forming a shield to protect himself.

The Great Elder's expression changed slightly when he saw this.

He realized that the young man in front of him was no ordinary person, and he couldn't help but feel a little alert. However, he did not retreat, but launched another attack, trying to break through the defense shield of the head of the Magician Guild.

"People say that the most effective way to deal with dark forces is light magic. But today I want to try other magics to see if they are effective against this dark magic?"

The president of the Magicians' Guild looked at the Black Mountain Sect's chief elder in front of him and spoke in a loud voice. He wanted everyone else to see that not only was light magic effective against dark magic, but his own cultivation was also effective against that dark magic.

After saying that, the president of the Magician Guild suddenly disappeared from the protective shield. When he reappeared, a space crack appeared behind the Black Mountain Sect's chief elder. Two huge space gusts of wind shot out from the space crack and slashed towards the Black Mountain Sect's chief elder.

The chief elder of the Black Mountain Sect had not expected that the president of the Magicians' Guild was actually a space magician. This kind of magician was elusive and quite difficult to deal with.

"It seems that the Great Elder's magical perception is not that strong."

The president of the Mage Guild waved his hand and another space, and the strong wind shot directly at the Black Mountain Sect's chief elder? Then he spoke provocatively.

In fact, when the president of the Magicians' Guild appeared behind the Black Mountain Sect's grand elder, the Black Mountain Sect's grand elder had already sensed that someone appeared behind him and reacted directly. A huge protective shield appeared behind him. The next second after the protective shield appeared, a huge strong wind hit the protective shield, followed by the second and third winds. The protective shield was directly cracked by the blows. It can be seen that the president of the Magicians' Guild was also quite ruthless.

"Your magic attainments are not that great, but the strength of your shield is quite high."

As he spoke, the president of the Magicians Guild no longer held back, and the strong energy continuously shot out from the space cracks, hitting the protective shield of the Black Mountain Sect's great elder. After being hit by more than ten strong winds, the protective shield finally couldn't hold on and cracked into pieces.

The great elder of the Black Mountain Sect suddenly leaped out of the attack range, and hit the ground with his sword, directly cutting the ground into several huge cracks.

The Black Mountain Sect's chief elder had just escaped the attack. The Magician Guild President used the same move again, firing dozens of powerful attacks, again targeting the chief elder.

The Great Elder's eyes were filled with anger. It was really difficult to determine the enemy's position using this space magic.

"Dark Realm"

There was no other way, the Great Elder of the Black Mountain Sect directly used his unique skills, which was also the trick he used to defeat Wood. There was no other way, the Great Elder of the Black Mountain Sect directly used his unique skills, which was also the trick he used to defeat Wood, the Lord of the Temple of Light.

The president of the Magicians' Guild felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and then he fell into chaos. Everything in front of him was dark, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not see what was in front of him.

"Once you have entered my territory, the real battle has just begun. Enjoy it, President of the Magicians' Guild." Elder Yang Jiu seemed to feel that the president of the Magicians' Guild was a little bit arrogant and laughed at him directly. Verbal ridicule usually has a great impact in battle. Once your heart is determined, facing the same opponent, you will definitely be defeated.

Gradually, the president of the Magicians' Guild regained some of his vision, and heard heavy footsteps. At this time, a humanoid creature wearing a tattered cloak, more than ten meters tall, holding a giant sickle appeared in front of him.

The scythe of the god of death is a weapon that transcends physical boundaries and reaches the abyss of the soul, a weapon that combines terror and beauty.

Its blade is not made of simple metal, but is condensed from the interweaving of nether fire and endless darkness. The edge is as thin as a cicada's wing, but sharp enough to cut through time and space. Every ray of light is a ruthless mockery of the fragility of life.

Under the moonlight, the blade did not reflect any light, but instead devoured all light, like an insatiable abyss, eager to devour all sparks of life.

The handle of the sickle is carved from unknown obsidian, with twisted vines entwined on it. These vines seem to be withered, but in fact they contain the power of vitality and death. They entwine and devour each other, symbolizing the eternal cycle of life and death. At the end of the handle, there is a deep gem inlaid. It seems that there are stars flowing in the gem, and it seems that there is an endless abyss calling. Every gaze makes people uneasy, as if they can glimpse the end of their future.

When the Grim Reaper slowly raised the scythe, the entire space trembled.

His movements were graceful and calm, as if he was performing an ancient ritual, and the sickle became the most sacred offering in this ritual.

As he swung his arm, the sickle cut through the air, leaving behind a series of black tracks. These tracks were like the brushstrokes of the god of death, outlining the outline of death in the void.

At this moment, the sickle is no longer a simple weapon, it has become an extension of the will of the god of death, a sickle that harvests life, and a beacon that guides the soul home. Under the sickle, all things are equal.

Whether powerful creatures or tiny beings, they will all face the final judgment and destination.

The Death Scythe was a weapon that transcended the mortal world and contained endless netherworld power. Its blade was slender and sharp, as if condensed from the coldest moonlight in the night sky, gleaming with a deep blue luster, and every slight tremor seemed to be telling the mystery of life and death.

The handle of the knife is engraved with complex and mysterious totems. Those patterns seem to be the marks of ancient souls and the keys to another world, which make people feel awe involuntarily.

The Grim Reaper holding a sickle, dressed in a black robe, stood tall and straight, as if he was a messenger walking out of endless darkness. His face was hidden under the shadow of his hood, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through the life and death of all things in the world, deep and indifferent. His steps were light and silent, and every step seemed to be on the node of time, leading the soul to its final destination.

When the Grim Reaper swung his scythe, the air seemed to be filled with the breath of death. It was a suffocating feeling of oppression that made people want to escape involuntarily.

Every swing of the sickle is accompanied by the wailing and liberation of the soul. It is both the messenger of the end and the guide to liberation, bringing all things in the world into eternal tranquility.

"You disturbed my rest and rushed here. Don't you know that this is my territory? Anyone who intrudes into the territory of the God of Death must die." No one expected that the God of Death would actually speak, and he spoke in a language that everyone could understand.

"The God of Death? That great elder can summon the God of Death? This is the funniest joke I have ever heard. This joke can make me laugh for the whole day," the president of the Magicians' Guild couldn't help but laugh.

"People in this world are getting more and more ignorant. How dare you laugh at me? Well, since you want to die so much, I will grant your wish." Although there is no expression on the face of the Grim Reaper holding the scythe. Because his face is covered by a huge tattered bean hair, it is impossible to see it. But you can also feel that he is offended from his words.

After saying that, the guy named Death swung his giant sickle that was more than ten meters long. The sickle was swung lightly, and the power it displayed was so terrifying that a bit of space was torn apart directly. The direction was so precise that it instantly arrived beside the president of the Magicians' Guild.

The president of the Mage Guild disappeared instantly, and the sickle swept past you without hitting the president of the Mage Guild. When the president of the Mage Guild reappeared, a trace of bright red blood was on the white magic claw, which was enough to show how terrifying the power of this god of death was. Even if you use the power of space to escape, you can't completely avoid it.

"Little kid, I didn't expect you could use space magic. Hahaha. But this space magic is not so useful in my opinion." The Grim Reaper seemed to be interested and said another sentence.

"If you are really the God of Death, why would you work for the great elder of the Black Mountain Sect? Why can't I understand?" Feeling the pain from the wound, the president of the Magician Guild did not attack immediately, but asked a question, because he felt that the God of Death in front of him seemed to have wisdom, not like a puppet.

"Are you talking about that human kid? This is a long story, and there's no need for me to explain it to you. Since you're here, I'm going to kill you."

It was obvious that the Grim Reaper didn't want to mention this matter and deliberately evaded the question.

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge combo came again, this time even faster.

The curved sickle seemed to be able to cut through everything, tearing the space crack into a big one. However, this space crack was very different from the space crack released by the president of the Magician's Guild. The space crack appeared, but did not produce any strong wind, and this space crack was not controlled by the god of death.

This time, the president of the Magicians' Guild did not move, but stood there quietly waiting for the arrival of the sickle.

When the Grim Reaper's scythe was about to pierce the president of the Magicians' Guild, a huge space crack appeared directly in front of the scythe. At the same time, a space crack also appeared next to the Grim Reaper. The moment the space crack appeared, the Grim Reaper knew that something was wrong, but it was too late for him to retract the scythe in his hand. In the space crack that appeared next to the Grim Reaper, the tip of a sickle pierced out directly, and the Grim Reaper was caught off guard, and was pierced through the body by the sickle.

"Little kid, you have some ideas for this space magic, but you seem to have forgotten that my name is Death, which means I am already dead, and you cannot change this fact no matter what method you use." The huge sickle pierced through the chest of the Death, but the Death's expression did not change at all, and his body did not tremble at all, and even the place where he stood did not move.

The God of Death pulled the sickle out of his body. There was only a slight friction sound, and not a drop of blood spilled.

"You should feel honored as well. You are the first person to hurt me in decades." The Grim Reaper with a scythe swung it again. This time, a large amount of black air was infused on the scythe. Under the swirling black air, no one could see the specific direction of the rape.

The president of the Magicians' Guild originally thought that the scythe of the Grim Reaper would hit him and would definitely cause him some damage, but seeing that the Grim Reaper was calm and did not delay at all, it showed that his wish was in vain.