The Strong Who Came Out of the Mental Hospital

Just when the god of death was still struggling with what Lin Fan was talking about.

Lin Fan, who was about to fight seriously, had already started to fight.

He appeared in front of Death in an instant.

Hands up!

Punch!

Boom!

A muffled voice sounded, and the face of the god of death changed drastically, and he was hit hard on the chest. For him, as the god of death, it was difficult for him to be hurt. He possessed the black mist of the undead, which could avoid the usual damage to the physical body.

But now...

He could be sure that he was really hurt.

Grim Reaper looked down at the chest, and saw cracks appearing there, like the lines left after being struck by lightning, centered on the heart and spreading towards the surroundings.

He looked down.

I haven't recovered for a long time.

And at this moment.

Lin Fan appeared in front of the God of Death again, spread his five fingers, and slapped it with his palm. There was a bang, the force of the palm was terrifying, and the powerful palm force directly formed a shock wave, covering the God of Death instantly.

"Um?"

He stopped.

Looking at the bleeding god of death, he frowned and said, "What's your situation, why didn't you fight back?"

He doesn't think things should be like this.

Reaper is really strong.

It can be felt from the breath.

But the god of death took him two tricks.

Not even a little reaction.

I muttered in my heart.

Does he think I'm not good enough?

Death God couldn't understand Lin Fan's words.

If you can understand,

I will definitely roar, I can't see your movements clearly, what can you tell me to do.

tick!

tick!

Blood slowly fell down the death god.

Olem watched in horror the whole time, stunned, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, the invincible god of death in front of the other party, unexpectedly had no power to fight back, and was even bleeding from the beating.

This is something he has never seen before.

"Can win, our city is safe."

Just when he was excited about these.

Nu Chier and the others have arrived.

Lin Fan jumped directly from the plane and did not come with them. Olem saw the top leader and greeted him respectfully, but it was still difficult to conceal the excitement in his heart.

"Death is at a disadvantage."

"We can win."

...

At this time, he turned into a machine gun, talking endlessly, really excited.

Nuqier heard this.

relieved.

As long as there is hope.

"Wow, this guy is so handsome, but he is so miserable."

Xiaobao pointed to the god of death in the sky, and when he saw the blood on the opponent's body, he was a little scared and moved forward, and picked up the binoculars to look at it, which was very exciting.

"Lin Fan, come on, beat him up."

he shouted.

Lin Fan turned around and smiled when he heard Xiaobao's voice.

safe.

Don't worry, you will never be disappointed.

"Olem, what's the situation now?" Nuchel asked.

He has just arrived here, so he doesn't know the specific situation yet, but seeing the god of death is so miserable, he feels really good.

Olem said: "He and the god of death can't communicate, and they speak different languages, so there seems to be some misunderstanding between them."

"Misunderstand?"

It was hard for Nu Chier to imagine what the misunderstanding between Lin Fan and Death was like.

Orem continued: "The scepter of Death God was broken just now, and I witnessed with my own eyes that the scepter hit him twice on the head, and the last punch directly shattered."

to him.

Really, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

"ah?"

Nu Chier looked at each other in disbelief.

Death's scepter?

It is the artifact of the god of death in mythology, with the power to destroy the world.

at this time.

The god of death seemed to be completely driven by Lin Fan, and he directly transformed into a thunder storm. A huge storm rose from the ground, and the strong wind swept in. He could faintly see eyes in the storm.

Those walking corpses infected by the black fog of death were directly torn into pieces by the storm.

"He wants to destroy the city."

Orem was horrified.

Anubis, the god of death, was furious after being beaten by Lin Fan, and his anger was burning.

Now the storm is too violent.

Can you really stand it?

Even if it's so far away.

You can feel the tearing force of the storm. If the storm is in the whole city, the consequences will be very serious. Maybe the whole city will disappear in the storm.

Nu Chier was very calm. Since he chose Lin Fan, he believed that the other party would be able to deal with Death.

Lin Fan was surprised that the god of death would turn into a storm.

It is indeed very powerful.

"Your method is the same as the god of death I met before. It's really powerful, but unfortunately, I can't let you pass, otherwise Xiaobao and Lao Zhang will be in danger."

"Now you have to stop for me."

Lin Fan looked at the storm that was engulfing him, raised his fist, shouted angrily, and smashed the storm with his fist.

In the storm.

Death stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

It was like seeing a ghost.

"How could this be?" The god of death said to himself, even he didn't expect it to become like this, he is a god, sleeping in the desert, possessing great power.

But now.

Reaper was a little dazed by the beating. He touched his body, and there was nothing wrong with it. The sticky blood was his divine blood, and the storm that had just formed was broken up by the other party.

"It is absolutely impossible for human beings to have an existence like you that can compete with God."

"who are you?"

Facing the question of death.

Lin Fan didn't say he couldn't understand what you were saying, he had a special ability, that is, no matter what you said, I could understand it, maybe this is a talent.

This talent is very rare.

Really only the patients in Qingshan Mental Hospital can have it.

Lin Fan said: "Our battle has just begun. I value your strength, but I cannot forgive your actions. Therefore, you have to pay the price for your actions."

...

Nu Chier said: "If I heard correctly, the communication between them seems to be really problematic."

"Yes, because Lin Fan speaks the language of the Dragon, while the Grim Reaper speaks the oldest language in our New Germany." Orem explained.

"Haven't you thought about translating for them?"

Nuchier looked at him, thinking in his heart that communication is the only way to open his heart, and now even communication is a problem, and it must be prone to trouble.

Olem said: "Originally, I wanted to translate for Lin Fan, but then they communicated pretty well and didn't have any problems. I thought it was good. Then, they had a conflict, which is now Condition."

For such a reason, even Nu Chier didn't know what to say.

All I can say is awesome.

The Grim Reaper didn't think about continuing to fight Lin Fan.

Retreat directly.

"Don't run, the battle between you and me is not over yet, let's see where you slip."

When Lin Fan saw that the god of death was about to run away, he became anxious instantly. What he hated the most was that the battle was clearly not over, but he ran away directly, without any professional quality.

Death never thought about it.

one day.

It would be a shame for him to be blocked by humans.

Although our Lin Fan seldom kills, the god of death in front of him is very evil, he must be beaten up severely, and it would be best if he disappeared from this world.

distance.

Several mysterious people held binoculars and observed the situation at the scene.

"Long Guo is addicted to drugs, how could there be such a scary guy."

"Who knows, the energy monitoring equipment can't detect it, and the energy fluctuations have already exploded."

"Organize the data first, and send it back later."

"OK."

They are also busy.

People from the Shadow Society will not let go of such an opportunity.

It is very meaningful for them that Lin Fan came here to fight against the god of death. If the data can be detected, it will be very helpful to them.

Just look at the current situation.

Not much data was obtained.

Gradually.

The battle is coming to an end, there are no messy things happening, the god of death has not exploded, and no one has come out to save the god of death, everything is normal.

Boom!

The god of death who was high above was blasted to the ground. Lying on the ground, his expression became a little different, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Maybe I never dreamed of it.

Things will turn out like this.

"I am the god of death, the ancient god, how can I die."

The god of death felt that his divine power was fading away, and the speed of the loss of vitality was so fast that he really couldn't hold it anymore.

Boom!

The once-sleeping pyramid seemed to have lost the support of its divine power, and cracks gradually appeared. Those infected walking corpses fell to the ground one by one because the god of death was not far away, and the divine power gradually dissipated.

Don't look at Lin Fan as if he is harmless.

He thought that in the dream, he had hammered many guys to death, and those people gave him a very wrong feeling, evil, and gloomy representatives, so he had to eliminate these guys.

"You have already lost this battle."

"goodbye."

Lin Fan clenched his fist with five fingers, and slammed towards the god of death.

The god of death lying on the ground squinted at Lin Fan. He was shocked at first, but now he is very calm. It's not that he has no emotions, but that the situation is already like this.

What else can he do.

Begging for mercy is too embarrassing, as a god, he cannot afford to lose face.

Roaring and roaring is just a symbol of powerlessness.

"I will return."

The final roar of Anubis, the god of death.

It's hard to say whether it will come back, anyway, let's start with a roar, according to the allusions in the past myths and stories, gods are immortal and will continue to come back, as for whether it is true or not, it is really hard to say.

At least……

Kind of hope it isn't.

Lin Fan is back.

"He disappeared."

Victory is so simple, the mood is relaxed, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Nu Chier said: "Reaper is dead."

Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I still felt a little unbelievable.

"En." Lin Fan said.

Olem said excitedly, "It's safe, the god of death is dead, there is no need to be afraid."

He was like a trumpet, his voice was so loud that it spread directly throughout the city.

All save the use of radio.

The people in the city feel like they have survived the catastrophe.

The horror of death is imprinted in their hearts.

Other cities were destroyed by the god of death, and they were all worried about when they would fall on their heads, but now, everything is over, and we are completely safe.

This is their happiest time.

In Lin Fan's view, the God of Death is much more powerful than the God of the Sea, and not even a little bit more powerful.

Poseidon: My mother's is not my real body.

Nu Chier finally let go of his heavy heart, and everything returned to the previous situation. Unfortunately, the heartache is that so many people died, but it is a good thing that the country was not destroyed.

Lin Fan fought against the God of Death and finally killed him. He was satisfied and thought that it was time to go back. The surrounding environment was a little strange, and he was a relatively familiar person.

Don't look at him in the dream, staying for decades, in fact most of the time he is in a daze.

There is also a sense of nature.

The kind with open arms and feeling nature.

"Let's play here, shall we? It's my first time here."

Xiaobao's pitiful appearance made Lin Fan touch his head, and he could only say, okay.

As the son of the richest man, Xiao Bao can only appear so humble when facing Lin Fan.

Nu Chier must treat the benefactor who saved the country well. Although the country suffered huge losses and countless people were killed or injured, they saved them and even protected his country. Of course, he was the first to accompany him.

He can understand it himself.

People can also understand.

that night.

New Germany throws a banquet.

The scene was not grand, but it was definitely very rich. Nu Chier really treated Lin Fan as the most honored guest.

"camel……"

Xiao Bao pointed to the camel and said.

Old Zhang asked curiously, "Do you feel it? It's so cute."

Gululu!

Someone's belly is rumbling.

I saw Lao Zhang clutching his stomach.

"A little hungry."

Lin Fan said: "Then we can eat it."

Xiaobao said: "Camels are not edible, they are used as transportation."

Olem smiled and said, "Little friend, the camels on our side can be eaten, but ordinary people can't afford it. Only the most distinguished guests will enjoy this delicacy when they come here."

"And this camel is carefully raised by us, and the meat quality is the most delicious."

"Wait, you can taste it."

Xiaobao listened with half understanding, but soon understood what it meant.

He took out his cell phone.

Take a few photos.

Send to circle of friends.

[The cute camel is going to be eaten, crying... and looking forward to it. 】

Xiaobao's circle of friends will always be a mystery.

The moment it was sent out.

Someone left a message to reply.

The No. 1 follower from Class 3 next door: Wow... Brother Bao is so handsome.

Attendant No. 2 from Class 4 next door: I haven't even eaten a camel.

For Xiaobao.

He rarely posts on Moments.

The main reason is that there are not many friends in the circle.

And every circle of friends he posts will be praised.

Uninteresting and boring.

The evil rooster looked at the silly camel, a sad animal, who didn't know it was going to be eaten later, and was very happy.

It saw Lin Fan's strength again.

Deeply worried about the future of evil things.

Do we have a future?

No……

Absolutely.

As long as my evil cock is there, any difficulty will not be difficult.

Yanhai City.

The one-eyed man sighed.

"It's really so powerful that even the god of death was fucked. Fortunately, he is a master of our Dragon Kingdom."

Thinking of being able to find Lin Fan.

He was deeply proud of his vision.

He is Bole.

To be able to discover that there is no one in a hundred million talents, it will be no problem to brag about this achievement for a lifetime.