"What the hell!" A Yama kicked over two Death Gods who clenched their fists, and pointed the gun directly at them: "Don't you want to?"

The two gods of death climbed up in despair, looked at the pitch-black barrels, and then looked at the two million heroic spirits behind Yama, as well as the machine guns set up, aiming at their tanks and heavy artillery, with missiles ready to be fired at any time. They were silent for a long time.

.

"Snapped!"

A god of death slowly gave himself a big blow.

"You haven't eaten?" Yan Luo snorted coldly and said dissatisfied: "I ask you if you haven't eaten! Be more aggressive!"

"Snapped!"

It was loud and clear, and even the skull face of the God of Death had a crack, the bone cracked by the slap on his face!

"What about you? I didn't say you, did I? You all stood up straight!" Daxia Yama looked at the other gods of death.

Two million soldiers clicked the bolts of their guns and made a clattering noise!

Forty Million Death God looked at the threatening black muzzle and muzzle, and slowly raised his hand.

"Snapped!!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp and loud slaps sounded in unison!

At this moment, two million Daxia heroic spirits caused forty million gods of death to slap themselves into a fight!

"Damn it, let me just say I'm not bragging." That Daxia Yama looked at the God of Death who was being slapped in front of him and sneered: "As long as I have a gun in my hand, even the God of Death has to stand still.

I have to fight with two big cocks!"

The God of Death couldn't bear the humiliation. After slapping himself several times, the dark cloak of the God of Death suddenly turned into a red cloak and said loudly: "I am willing to join the proletarian movement and work for the liberation of the proletarian brothers and sisters."

contribute!"

It's so humiliating.

Murder and heart-wrenching!

There is no such thing as having someone point a gun at your door and slap yourself in the face!

Don't wait for a home like this!

Compassion, on the other hand, did not look at the scenes of these gods of death forcing themselves to fight, but instead stared at the temple of death.

His eyes seemed to see through layers of obstacles, and he saw a woman dressed in black sitting on a dark throne.

"I've shit on your face, why don't you come out? You are really more tolerant than a Buddhist like me."

He muttered pitifully, and then slowly spoke, his voice echoing throughout the plane of death!

"God of Death!"

"My old friend Ksitigarbha led the Great Xia Underworld and came to visit!"
Chapter completed!