"Om~~"

Cheng Long flicked the chains on his body with his middle finger, causing the tight black chains to make a buzzing sound. The sense of relaxation emanating from him from the inside out made the Skeleton Grim Reaper very puzzled.

Being controlled by chains, how could he be so relaxed?

Don’t you take me seriously?

"Young man, you seem very confident!"

The God of Death slowly stood up, black air surged under his feet, and two balls of green fire in his eye sockets quickly turned scarlet. He said as he walked, "I have seen many arrogant gods like you."

"Apollo, Odin, Jehovah, Athena..."

"They were gods revered by all the people in the world, but because of their arrogance, they looked down on me and ended up being reduced to ashes."

"And you will soon follow in their footsteps!"

"My world does not allow gods like you to exist..."

Just as the Grim Reaper was speaking, demonic energy surged around Cheng Long, and the death chains that were supposed to bind him were actually refined by him on the spot, turning into steaming blood-red chains.

"What a load of crap!"

Cheng Long swung out the scarlet chain violently, and before the Grim Reaper could react, he was tied up tightly by the hot chain.

sizzle...

Wisps of black air overflowed from the skeleton, and the god of death let out a heart-wrenching wail, but he was unable to stop the deathly air from overflowing from the skeleton. The death chains that once helped him kill Odin, Jehovah, Apollo, Athena and other gods have now become accomplices that restrict his escape.

The God of Death never imagined that the chain of death, which he had made with massive amounts of precious materials such as soul sand and black bones and forged in hellfire for tens of thousands of years, would be easily refined by outsiders.

In the past, he always used chains to cast the shadow of death on others, and he never thought that there would be a day when he would be shrouded in the shadow of death by others!
"Death, you have played with so many lives. It is time for you to pay the price."

Perhaps because he was dissatisfied with the slow speed at which the scarlet chains burned the God of Death, Cheng Long actually recited the Mantra of Purifying Heaven and Earth to the God of Death, one of the eight Taoist mantras.

White light blooms!

In the endless light, you can faintly hear the sound of bells and fairy music. If you use your imagination a little more, you can even imagine the graceful scene of fairies dancing.

The Grim Reaper let out a shrill scream, and his tall skeleton body was shrouded in light, like a river bank made of sand. From his black robe, limbs, to his head and torso, it collapsed and evaporated bit by bit.

The whole process seems slow, but it actually happens in an instant.

The Lord of Hell in this world has cultivated no more than the Earthly Immortal Realm. Facing the unreserved attack from the True Immortal Realm masters, he has no chance of escape at all.

"Ding!"

After the death of the god of death.

The long sickle fell to the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Cheng Long took the sickle from the air and held it in his hand. After a moment of observation, he exclaimed, "I didn't expect that this sickle is actually a sacred weapon that controls the power of hell!"

……

[Congratulations to the host for killing three gods and achieving the achievement of 'God Slayer'! ]

[The rewards are as follows;]

[Storage bar expanded to 60 slots! ]

[Magic weapon upgrade card × 1]

【Please click to receive...】

Seeing that there was a precious magic weapon upgrade card among the rewards, Cheng Long was delighted and decisively clicked to receive it.

Familiar fluctuations, familiar texture.

He hasn't seen this thing for a long time!
"Since the magic weapon upgrade card can ignore the tier of the treasure, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to obtain, then the benefits of this upgrade card must be maximized! It's you!"

As Cheng Long's thoughts arose, the world-destroying black lotus nurtured in his purple mansion instantly emerged from his forehead.

From small to large, it quickly transformed into a black lotus with a radius of over one meter, shaped like a lotus platform.

The next moment,

When the holy light transformed by the magic weapon upgrade card sank into the black lotus, the entire hell trembled. With the black lotus as the center, the space collapsed visibly and spread outward like a spider web.

"It's going to happen. This small world simply can't bear the aura that will overflow when the World-Destroying Black Lotus transforms!"

Cheng Long's mind moved, and the transforming black lotus of destruction immediately turned into a stream of light and was collected by him into the system storage column that was isolated from everything.

The Purple Palace of a True Immortal cannot withstand the transformation of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure into an innate supreme treasure. If it is forcibly taken into the Purple Palace for nurturing, the soul will explode because it cannot bear it.

Commonly known as, the weak cannot be nourished.

……

Houston, Texas.

In a hotel.

Claire, wrapped in a bathrobe and holding a bottle of cold beer in her hand, sat in the armchair in front of the window, her brows full of sadness.

Today is the fifth day since the great earthquake in Los Angeles, and it is also the fifth day since Cheng Long went to hell alone to settle accounts with the god of death. Claire, who has not received any news for a long time, reveals an inextricable sorrow between her brows.

“Knock knock~~”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Claire shouted weakly.

Kata!

Blake opened the door and walked in with a bag of steaming barbecue. Seeing Blake sitting by the window worriedly, she smiled and said, "Are you still thinking about men?"

"That's your savior."

"To be exact, you are the benefactor who pulled me out of the car."

Blake walked over to Claire with a smile, put the barbecue on the table beside him, grabbed a skewer, and said while eating, "Claire, Ben and Ollie are flying back today. He asked me to tell you that he and Ollie will keep the news about the dragon to themselves."

"It doesn't matter. Long doesn't care about these things. After all, few people would believe it if I told them."

Claire had lived with Cheng Long for a while and knew each other's character very well. If Long was worried that her supernatural abilities would be exposed, he would never have used his supernatural powers to save her. Then he naturally would not have gone to the underground parking lot to save Blake five days ago.

"That's true..." Blake smiled and pulled a chair to sit next to Claire. "Claire, you don't have to worry about Mr. Long. According to your previous experience of encountering accidents every other day, you have been safe for five days after the Los Angeles earthquake. This means that the Grim Reaper has either been killed or entangled by Mr. Long and can't spare the energy to deal with you."

"I've thought of all that, but I can't help but feel a little worried since I haven't seen anyone. You know, my father is dead, and my relationship with my mother is very bad. I don't even have any friends around me. The only person I can rely on is Long."

Before the Grim Reaper was killed, Claire needed to keep her eyes and ears open at all times and had no energy to think about anything else. Now, everything has suddenly become quiet. She only needs to watch the road when she goes out on the street. She doesn't have to worry about flower pots falling from the sky or an out-of-control truck rushing out at an intersection. After relaxing, she becomes anxious and worried.

"Who said you don't have friends? I do!"

Blake put his arm around Claire's neck and said with a smile, "And Ben and Ollie, they all admire you very much. You can lift a stone weighing several hundred pounds with one hand. You are stronger than my father."

Blake's father, Ray, is played by Dwayne Johnson, a professional wrestler with extraordinary strength. The Ray in this world is also a muscular man and a pilot in the Fire Department Air Force Squadron.

Whether when she was a child or now, Blake always feels like a Barbie doll and very weak in front of her father.

But even such a father with a full sense of security is still no match for the girl Claire beside him.

There is no comparison at all. "Thank you, I'm glad to be your friend." Claire expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart.

"Me too..." Blake grabbed a skewer of kebab and handed it to Claire, "Try the kebab I bought. It tastes pretty good."

"Girls, I'm back!"

Just as the two women were enjoying their meal, Cheng Long suddenly appeared quietly with a sickle in his hand.

"dragon?"

"You are finally willing to come back!"

Claire immediately put down the skewers in her hand and jumped towards Cheng Long like a fly.

"Are you crying?"

Cheng Long held Claire's hips with one hand, lowered his head and joked: "This is not like you. The Claire I know is a heroic and decisive woman."

"I didn't, it's spicy."

Claire had tears in her eyes. She was obviously worried about Cheng Long, but she was too stubborn to admit it.

It is very easy to deal with such stubborn women. You just need to pry open their teeth and engage in a heated argument with them, which will paralyze them.

Then your whole body will become soft!

But now is not the time for a verbal battle. Cheng Long easily put down Claire in his arms and turned to look at Blake who had two big mines in front of him.

"Hey, is your family okay?"

"They're fine. Five days ago, my dad flew to Los Angeles to rescue my mom."

After Blake was rescued, she quickly contacted her father Ray. At that time, her mother had already been rescued and they had reconciled their past grudges. She was ready to contact her and find a way to reunite the family.

When Lei received a call from his daughter and learned that she was in Texas, he was completely stunned.

Even now I’m still a little confused.

If the Los Angeles earthquake had not caused such a large-scale disaster and Lei had not been busy rescuing people, he would have come to Houston to find her long ago.

“You are lucky!”

The number of casualties from the Los Angeles earthquake was horrific. So far, half a million people have died and countless more have been injured.

The Blake family of three are extremely lucky to be safe and sound.

Because Cheng Long did not interfere in the movie, Lei's family of three were able to reunite, and Ben and Ollie were able to survive.

Knowing that Blake would be fine, Cheng Long still ran to save him. Everyone knew what he was thinking.

There's nothing I can do about it, who made Blake so hot!

Not only is she prettier than Claire, she also has a slender waist with two big fruits on it, crushing Claire in all aspects.

When seeing Blake, Mr. Cheng can't help but think of Wanda, the witch in the Marvel world.

Blake and Wanda are the same type of women, plump, curvy and very attractive.

"Dragon, who wins between you and the God of Death?" Claire asked curiously.

"Of course I won. If he won, would you still be standing here?" Cheng Long proudly weighed the Grim Reaper's sickle and smiled, "See? The Grim Reaper's sickle holds the power of Hell. Now it's mine."

"If this sickle is the authority over Hell, then aren't you the new god of death?"

The two women, Blake and Claire, were so shocked that their mouths opened so wide that they could easily fit an oversized sausage in them.

Death!
This is a god that clearly exists in their world.

Now Cheng Long not only told them that the God of Death was killed, but also said that he had become the new God of Death, the Lord of Hell who controls Hell.

Once this news gets out, the whole world will be shocked.

"No, I'm not yet, because I haven't refined this sickle. I'm choosing a new master for it. Who among you wants to succeed the God of Death and become the Lord of Hell?"

Cheng Long was not interested in the divine soldiers of the small world, as there was no benefit to be gained from them. To him, the divine position was just a piece of chicken ribs that was a pity to throw away and tasteless to eat.

However, when Claire and Blake learned that they could become the new lords of hell by obtaining this sickle, their eyes lit up.

"..."

The two women looked at each other, neither of them giving in.

Although they were good sisters before Cheng Long came, but facing the temptation of becoming a god, not to mention ordinary sisters, even real sisters would fight with each other!

"Long, Blake has a family to take care of. She is not suitable to succeed the throne. Let me do it. I have no other concerns except you." Claire rushed to be the God of Death. One reason was that she wanted to become a god, and the other was that she would dominate hell, and there would be no death list in the future.

The death chase that happened to her will never happen again.

"Mr. Long, actually my parents are still very healthy. They can definitely have a few more children." Blake lacked the confidence to snatch the sickle, and spoke in a vacuous voice.

This is normal.

After all, she had nothing to do with Cheng Long, but she owed him a life.

"Since you all want to be the God of Death, let's play rock-paper-scissors. It will decide the outcome. Whoever loses will have to accept it with a sincere heart." Cheng Long was playing with the scythe of the God of Death while looking at Blake and Claire who were full of fighting spirit.

He loves to watch women quarreling.

"Okay, let's play rock-paper-scissors."

"Scissors, rock, paper..."

"Hahaha, I win, I win..."

Claire threw out her fist and danced with excitement as she watched Blake make the scissors gesture.

Cheng Long did not let her wait for long, nor did he let her sign the devil's contract. These gods who relied on divine artifacts to ascend to power were generally very weak, and it would be unworthy of them to be accepted as demon servants.

What's more, he never thought about these things from beginning to end.

He saved Claire just to have someone to talk to, and to test Death at the same time.

"Claire, cut your palm with the sickle. I will help you to refine it and turn it into your treasure."

"Mmmmm~"

Claire impatiently spread out her palm and scratched it with the sickle. The wound was deep and a trail of blood flowed out instantly.

Cheng Long then shot out a beam of red light to help Claire refine the god of death's scythe.

The originally ordinary sickle, under the control of magic, burst out with a huge amount of black light and exuded a deep and bone-chilling breath, forcing Blake to retreat continuously.

"Dragon, it's sucking blood like crazy, I won't be sucked dry, right?"

Looking at the sickle that was constantly sucking her blood, Claire turned pale with fear.

Of course, it wasn't all out of fear. It was mainly because the sickle sucked too hard, causing excessive blood loss. If it continued to suck, Claire would become a dried corpse in a few minutes.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon."

While comforting Claire, Cheng Long sped up the process of refining the sickle.

The grade of the Grim Reaper's sickle is not low, equivalent to a low-grade acquired spiritual treasure. It is very difficult for ordinary people to control it. (End of this chapter)