Chapter 240 Self-Sustenance

"Yan...Yan slave!" Shen Leling's pupils were shaking.

The sudden appearance of Luo Yan shocked her.

After contacting what Yan Nu said before, he realized that Yan Nu had joined the Demonic Path and seemed to be the legendary Xing Tian.

His younger brother is Xing Tian! Back then, the Chashan boy had shocked the entire world of immortality.

But before there was a chance to be surprised, Yan Nu suddenly fell, shocking everyone.

The cheers of the slave rebels stopped suddenly, and the gods were stunned.

The Yan slave who was invincible just now, fighting against the gods, died like this?

"Tsk...Shuangfeiyan." Luo Yan frowned slightly, his heart like a mirror.

It was only early morning in Rome, so he ignored that it was already noon in the Divine Continent.

In other words, the Shuangfeiyan Totem killed another person, it was Yan Slave.

There is such a time difference overseas. Who makes Shenzhou a ball? It is still night in some places.

As a result, the arrival of Yan Nu's end seemed very sudden.

However, he was not nervous because Yan Slave could not die from exhaustion of lifespan.

It's a very simple reason. First of all, the devil has long confirmed that the killing of the Shuangfeiyan totem will return the life span to zero.

But it's not an absolute and complete death, it's just that after the lifespan is gone, it will naturally be impossible to live.

In other words, the final 'death' is the responsibility of heaven, and the undead can live a long life by relying on magical powers.

And Yan Nu is ‘Xingtian’. The definition of Xingtian is a resister who ‘cannot be killed even by the law of heaven’.

So death will come, but it will certainly not be a complete death.

As for what this state of death is like, it depends on how Heaven deals with it. It should be a state in which one can still continue to fight.

It was precisely because he knew that the way of heaven could not kill Yan Nu, and could at best use strange objects to deal with Yan Nu indirectly, so he and Miao Han finally agreed on the idea and were not in a hurry to let Yan Nu practice the way of the mechanism.

"As expected, I am trapped in the underworld..."

Luo Yan thought calmly, but Shen Leling was sluggish.

Yan Nu's sudden death left her unprepared at all.

At this moment, Yan Nu has completely lost his vitality, which any monk can see.

Every grain of flesh and blood has lost its vitality, and the soul has dissipated. Although the remaining body still exudes domineering energy, it is already a pure corpse.

"It's impossible. He still has domineering power, so he must still be alive!"

"Yan slave!"

Shen Leling used Hanging River to release water and flew over in the air.

At the same time, the gods also descended and cautiously approached the body of Yan Nu.

Once Yan Nu died, the strongest ones on the field were the gods, and the situation reversed instantly.

Luo Yan was worried that Shen Leling had made a mistake, so he waved her hand and pulled her back: "Don't go, he is already dead."

"This king's domineering power will not dissipate even after death. Let alone the corpse, we can still exude domineering power even if we erect a tomb."

Shen Leling couldn't accept it, and his eyes were full of water: "Why did he die! Who did it! Who attacked Yan Nu?"

Her tone was very fierce. In her opinion, this kind of death without any warning must be caused by a sinister villain who secretly cursed him.

A god? A certain god had a powerful trick to kill Yan Slave?

"It's a strange object that has reduced his lifespan to zero. Don't worry, although Yan Nu is dead, he is definitely fine." Luo Yan said calmly.

"What are you talking about!" Shen Leling didn't understand what it meant to be dead but still fine.

Luo Yan quickly explained the situation of the Shuangfeiyan totem and the legend of Xingtian.

Shen Leling breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you saying that Yan Nu is not dead?"

Luo Yan said calmly: "Death is death, but there are many states of death."

"Mortals will die when their souls leave the body, but monks will die when their souls are shattered. Yan Slave should be the latter now, and his soul is gone."

Shen Leling glanced at him: "Isn't it true that your soul is gone and you are completely dead?"

Luo Yan smiled and said: "That's not necessarily the case. The most important thing for a person is self-awareness. If nothing else is mentioned, Yan Nu himself can already save the soul from death."

"Did you feel his artistic conception? Just now, the rebels also lost their souls. Generally speaking, when the soul is gone, the conscious self is also gone. But Yannu can intercept their last conscious thoughts and protect them in the artistic conception space. It will dissipate.”

Shen Leling and Zi Chen looked at each other. It was true that the Death God's move killed many people, and Yan Nu resurrected them again.

I didn't understand it before, but now I think about it, Yan Slave beat everyone until their souls were shattered and then resurrected them.

Even if others can do this, why can't he himself?

"You mean, Yan Nu's consciousness has also been intercepted by his own artistic conception?"

"Then...isn't that a paradox? Where is he now?"

Shen Leling couldn't understand that the artistic conception space was in the heart and was visualized by consciousness. Can he also enter himself?

Zi Chen understood: "Yes, the underworld is the same. It is in the body of Pluto, and Pluto is also in the underworld."

Luo Yan nodded approvingly: "Yes, the relationship between Yan Nu and his own artistic conception space is now similar to the relationship between Pluto and the underworld."

"What's even more terrifying is that a ray of true spirit of Yan Nu resides in his heart... He resides in himself, and it exists forever, and his consciousness is immortal!"

Shen Leling still couldn't understand: "In that case, where did Yan Nu, or his artistic space, go? Is it in this corpse?"

Luo Yan said: "In the underworld!"

"Yan Nu is a 'natural death'. He dies after his lifespan is exhausted. According to the rules of the Roman pantheon, he should enter the underworld."

"Normally speaking, he can't come back. Pluto won't let him go back to the sun."

The ancient ancestors of the Central Plains used their wisdom to block the setting of the underworld. The situation in Rome was different, and the afterlife was successfully created.

Pluto can decide whether the deceased will be tortured, continue to live in the underworld, or simply lose consciousness.

When power is in the hands of gods, it is basically equivalent to being controlled by heaven.

"Why in the underworld? Is it because he died in Rome? I don't remember." Zichen said puzzled.

As far as he knows, if a Shenzhou person dies in a foreign country, they will not "do as the Romans do" and will not enter the underworld unless a messenger from the underworld draws their souls in.

Luo Yan explained: "Of course normal Shenzhou people will not operate according to the system of whichever civilization they belong to."

"But in the final analysis, this is decided by the law of heaven. It does not rule out that the law of heaven can also divide the deceased according to their 'geographical belonging'."

"Yan Slave is on the blacklist of Heaven and will definitely be targeted."

"In the underworld, Yan Nu can continue to fight and fight, but he will always be trapped there... This is simply what Heaven is most happy to see."

"On the contrary, according to our divine continent's system, death will just dissipate in place..."

"But Yan Slave has that special artistic space. When the soul dissipates, it dissipates. You don't have to do this anymore... If you want it, you can make it back at will."

"Because it dissipates in place, the consciousness is still in the corpse. In this case, this kind of death is simply ridiculous, and it is equivalent to doing nothing."

"This is really just a 'death'. You are the way of heaven, how do you choose? You must trap him and let him cause trouble with Pluto, and do your best to prevent him from coming back."

Shen Leling and Zi Chen were both dumbfounded. Is Yan Nu so powerful?

It's both directed by heaven and self-directed. Yan Slave didn't even take the initiative to attack, just relying on passivity... forced him to play with the laws of heaven.

Thanks to the underworld system in the West, otherwise Yan Slave would have just 'died', which is simply outrageous.

And that self-storage thing is getting more and more powerful the more I think about it.

The gods store civilization, the human immortals store the race, the earth immortals store the earth, and the heavenly immortals store the way of heaven.

I've never heard of it, self-hosting... I'm storing it in myself? I died and I resurrected myself?

When consciousness dies, the artistic space will be blocked, and you can resurrect yourself. It doesn’t matter if the artistic space is erased. It is a place of inner imagination and can be regenerated.

The two are entangled and superimposed on each other, relying on each other.

What kind of attack is needed to wipe out both of them at the same time?

This immortality has exceeded the monk's imagination.

"But Yan Nu is trapped in the underworld and cannot come back. What should we do?" Shen Leling thought for a while and said anxiously.

Luo Yan sent the scroll to protect everyone: "Don't panic. Under normal circumstances in the underworld, the dead cannot come back, but it does not mean that they cannot come back under any circumstances..."

"Can't the God of Death come out? Pluto can come out if he wants to. There are also some heroes who have also survived, which means there is a 'way to survive'."

"The true spirit of Thanatos is still with Yan Nu. He must know the underworld better than us. It's useless for us to worry. Let's protect ourselves first... and then find a way to contact Yan Nu."

With a whoosh, Yu Qinghong also appeared on the scroll, his face paralyzed and he said: "Our people will be here soon."

"Well... let's leave here first. Without the protection of Yan Nu's artistic conception, if we die, we will really die." Without saying a word, Luo Yan immediately flew out of Rome with everyone to avoid the sharp attack.

Shen Leling asked in shock: "You didn't care about Yan Nu's body?"

Luo Yan looked at the gods: "The corpse is not important. Let's not talk about how hard the corpse is. Even if the gods completely wipe it out, it will have no effect on the Yan slave. It is not difficult to get another body."

"Miaohan still has a piece of flesh and blood there, and I, Lanbaishan, also have a little bit."

"According to my understanding of the absolute characteristics, if the corpse in front of me is really completely erased, then the flesh and blood in Miaohan will become the original body, trigger self-healing, and return to a complete human form."

Zichen asked: "What about the rebels?"

Shen Leling asked: "Who is Miaohan?"

Luo Yan did not answer the water girl's question, frowned, and then sighed: "The resistance has occupied the city of Rome, and the nobles have fled for a while and will not be able to fight back."

"As for the gods, they will not take action against the slaves. They should be more concerned about the situation of the Yan slaves."

"And our people will be here soon, let's see who has more!"

"What I'm more worried about now is... the Shennong Cauldron... I hope Yan Slave's domineering power can still scare them for a while."

Sure enough, the gods didn't care about the slaves at all.

They gathered around Yan Nu's body and looked at each other, wondering who did it.

At the same time, he was afraid that Yan Nu was still alive, so that when facing a corpse, he still kept a distance and did not dare to get close.

"Is he really dead? Can Pluto's divinity affect the outside world?" the God of War said blankly.

God King Jupiter felt quietly: "He is indeed dead. His body has no activity and no consciousness."

"Why is he lying quietly, and this majestic aura still makes me feel depressed and breathless?" the God of Light said cautiously.

All the gods were palpitating, and the battle ahead cast a shadow on them.

At this moment, Yan Nu is just a corpse, holding a gun in one hand and holding the cauldron in the other, leaning lifelessly on the top of the temple, with his eyes closed, and a kind smile still on his face, as if he was just sleeping.

But he was still so domineering that the gods were afraid of him.

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p.s: Sorry.