Chapter 112: Forging a Throne in Despair (Part 2)

[The palace of the flesh, activated]

[Those who defy fate will be penetrated by the scorching spear into the deepest part of hell. From then on, there will be light in the nose. Kissing this darkness, those clusters of red, are your blood and fire, your bones and flesh. . 】

[You will have to drink blood, chew fear, and drink sadness in your mouth all your life.

Wine, with strength as its bed, mind as its blanket, and hatred tied to its hands

Mad, his eyes are engraved with endurance and fighting, his legs are tied with heaviness and fatigue, and his shoulders are

Carrying recklessness and timidity on his shoulders, he wears a mask on his face and has a sad look on his head.

think. 】

[If there is a desperate situation, it will not be possible without experiencing life and death in the ten directions! If you want to wear his crown, you must bear its weight! The moment your body awakens, everything will tremble! 】

[The seal is lifted, ascend to the throne]

[Immortal Soul, Activating]

[Wolf Head Talisman, Activating]

[The wolf head talisman protects your soul, affects time and space, and opens up the superdimensional space, and your soul is falling into it. 】

【warn! The soul SAN value is skyrocketing, and the depth exceeds 100%...300%...]

【warn! The soul SAN value is skyrocketing, and the depth exceeds 500%...]

One after another, cold voices hovered, ethereal and insubstantial.

Open your eyes.

Lang Ren's white hair was fluttering slightly, and his mirror-like eyes looked straight around, flashing a trace of confusion.

"Xixixi..."

It is raining in the sky, and there are rows of men and women holding umbrellas. Some are frowning, some are numb, and some are talking and laughing. Here, you can see the most real world, joys and sorrows.

This is a lively pedestrian street, full of people, and Lang Ren is standing in the middle of the crowd, looking at this scene blankly.

As if pressing the fast forward button, a large number of figures came and went, and it was so dark that only Langren stood motionless, letting the rain hit him, and letting the figures that followed one after another... pass through his body.

Time was getting faster and faster, Lang Ren stood there in a daze, his thinking seemed to have become a little stiff and a little lackluster.

It was as if I had forgotten why I had to stand there all the time, watching all this from the outside.

One hundred years of time are fast forwarding like a slide, and the neon lights in the steel jungle are flickering and blooming among 6.4 billion people.

Langren stared numbly at the erratic neon lights, numbly watching everything quickly become old and rebuilt, until his body began to age, and moss and grass quickly filled his eye sockets, his face, and his body. .

They grew wildly and burned in the neon firelight. Those firelights burned away his skin and flesh, but he felt endless warmth, and his stiff soul groaned, as if his life was swaying in the firelight.

Until a cry sounded, as if this was the only sound left in the world.

The gears of fate turned slowly, and Lang Ren suddenly woke up when he heard the baby's cry.

In an instant, he understood that this was... the sound of his birth.

The fire went out.

The steel jungle in front of them has disappeared, and the ground is covered with endless white corpses.

In front, a bone mountain made of countless corpses appeared in the far distance. At the top of the bone mountain, sat a throne composed of skulls, with a voice sitting on it, which made him full of majesty and murderous intent.

The sky is gloomy, there are no human traces here, there is no separation of love and hate, and death is the eternal melody here.

"here it is…"

On the bone mountain throne, Lang Ren gently touched the skull throne and looked at the boundless sea of ​​bones. The confusion in his eyes became deeper, but at this time, his eyes were more agile.

He didn't understand why he was sitting here all of a sudden.

His mind was spinning rapidly. At this time, the numbness in Langren's eyes had disappeared, his soul was no longer stiff, and his consciousness became active.

"Didn't I pierce the sword into my head and die together with Lilith?"

His brows furrowed slightly.

The situation was critical at that time. If he didn't kill himself, he would only be beaten passively by Lilith, and he might even be eaten by the opponent. He wouldn't even be able to fight back. Therefore, dying together with Lilith was the best choice.

However, he didn't want to risk his own life for this, so he made a plan at that time. When he stabbed the sword into his head, he also secretly told Haibao to take out the sword after he killed himself.

The reason for doing this is because he feels that since immortal cells can heal flesh and blood, they can certainly heal the brain. Once successful, Lilith can not only die, but he will also be reborn. After all, it is equivalent to him dying once, and Lilith will naturally It ceases to exist.

At the same time, this was also a very risky move. If he was not careful, he might die completely, but the situation was critical and he could not help but think twice.

"Am I dead now or not? If I am dead, I should occupy Ming Shenli's body." Lang Ren clenched his fist hard and found that his current state was very strange.

This place is very strange, but the feeling of power coming from the body is extremely real, indicating that he is not illusory now, and is probably not in the form of a soul.

For a moment, he was a little confused.

"Is this bone base made of corpses?"

For some reason, Lang Ren sat on this throne that looked like a pile of bones. He felt unprecedented peace and comfort in his soul, which made him intoxicated.

Just like that, he leaned on the throne and began to take a rest. He didn't want to get up or care about where he was. It seemed like a good choice to fall asleep comfortably in this quiet environment.

During this time, he was really tired.

This long night made him experience despair several times.

Even from the moment of rebirth, he has always been surrounded by despair, and his soul has no harbor.

He knows that the body he was reborn into is not simple, but it is also a disaster. He has been worried all the way to today.

Even if his current strength is enough to cross this dangerous area, and he has created a feat of fighting alone in the transformation period and kicking through the entire corpse tide, beast tide and insect tide, even if he can withstand the terrifying killing rain and throat cutting wind, it is still not enough.

Now he is facing various existences with extraordinary strength. When he just entered the realm and showed amazing talent, at this age, he is facing the great terror of Red Mist, Lilith, and Gui Ye, and is targeted to despair.

In front of such existence, his strength is not enough, and he hopes that all this will end.

I really hope to have a good sleep, although it is a luxury.

If possible, he imagined how good it would be if he didn't have these abilities. At the age of just entering his twenties, he would spend breakfast, lunch, and dinner with his family in peace and happiness every day, without having to experience mountains of corpses and seas of blood, without having to experience despair, and how happy it would be to be an ordinary person.

He also hopes to get warmth and smiles.

Instead of growing up with a burden of 10,000 pounds.

The current self is so cold that he is unfamiliar.

Langren knows very well that reality is cruel and there is no "if". What he can do now is to make himself colder and stronger, so strong that no one can threaten him, and so strong that he has the ability to protect the people he cares about.

Only then will he be qualified to be happy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you."

Suddenly, a childish but gentle voice sounded.

The pupils suddenly contracted, and Langren's consciousness instantly tightened, staring forward.

In front of the throne, a small dark shadow stood in place, appearing abruptly.

Shadow?

Lang Ren stood up, looked at it curiously, and asked, "Who are you?"

The little shadow in front of him was very short, only knee-high, like a little kid, very cute, and did not give him a sense of danger, but exuded a friendly atmosphere, looked very harmless, so he could not raise his guard.

But it was a bit strange that although the little shadow's face could not be seen clearly and it was very short, its hair was very long, almost dragging on the ground, and the amount of hair was amazing, almost covering the entire back of the little shadow.

The little shadow did not answer him, but raised his hand mysteriously and extended an index finger.

Seeing this, Lang Ren was slightly stunned and a little confused.

The little shadow was the only thing that appeared in this sea of ​​bones. He was very curious about why he was here. He had many questions to ask it. Maybe this little shadow knew a lot of things.

For this reason, he chose to release goodwill.

Lang Ren imitated the little shadow, bent down, and extended his index finger. He thought that the other party should want to touch his finger?

Just like that, two index fingers, one long and one short, lightly touched in the air.

And at the moment of contact, Lang Ren was struck by lightning.

A strong electric current spread from the index finger and surged throughout the body.

"Buzz!"

The ears became deaf, and the buzzing sound of the electric current filled his mind, making Lang Ren stiff all over and his pupils dilated.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Time seemed to freeze, the little shadow kept the posture of the index finger touching, and Lang Ren kept the angle of bending over.

At this moment, Lang Ren did not struggle, or even forgot to struggle, because at the moment of the index finger touching, a series of huge bangs filled his ears.

It was as if the heart was beating violently, but strangely, Lang Ren had no heart!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The bangs accelerated, the blood flowed backwards, and the vision began to overlap. The index fingers in front of him became four pairs, and the little shadows in front of him also overlapped.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The bangs were getting faster and faster.

Hot! Indescribably hot!

The wolf head talisman on his palm was emitting a blazing heat! It was so hot that he wanted to immediately remove the contact with the little shadow and put his hand into the ice water, but he couldn't move and lost control of his body!

As time went by, the heat gave him the illusion that his palm was about to burn and was about to explode when it reached the peak!

He was a little horrified. He had only lightly touched its fingers, and something strange happened. Could it be that this little shadow was here to hurt him?

The scorching temperature was already overwhelming, and Langren suddenly opened his eyes wide, his muscles bulged, and bloodshot seemed to appear in his eyes.

"Bang! "

With a loud roar, the palm of the little shadow exploded in an instant, bursting into a large number of dazzling sparks!

An invisible shock wave spread from the bodies of the two people.

Wherever they passed, the corpse mountain and the throne under their feet seemed to have a chain reaction and also began to explode!

The corpse mountain collapsed, and the endless corpses in the distance were shattered in the shock wave, bursting into dense sparks.

"Bang!"

The bright sparks bloomed wildly around, and the next moment, in Langren's fixed gaze, the entire throne exploded, like a brilliant firework, blooming brilliantly in front of his eyes.

Wherever the eyes went.

The entire sea of ​​corpses was like a flame, and those skulls, hand bones, etc. were detonated, decomposed into countless sparks, and disappeared quickly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The body of the little shadow was ignited, and the colorful sparks began to decompose its head, body, arms, and legs.

And these strange phenomena were not limited to the underground, even the gloomy sky began to burn, like a burning scroll, burned to ashes.

Under the action of a magical force, everything turned into ashes and sparks.

It was like igniting life, and it was like returning to the most essential particle form.

"Oh my God..."

What on earth is going on?

Langren's eyes moved, and at this time he finally broke free from the strange state of being unable to move, and looked at the amazing scene in front of him in shock.

In front of him, everything was burning, and there was an endless spark in the sky and under his feet, and nothing else could be seen.

It was like falling into a sea of ​​sparks, and even the space was exploding. These sparks kept bouncing, touching his clothes, skin, palms, face, and eyeballs and then bounced back violently.

There was no temperature, no glare, as if all this was an illusion.

"Buzz!"

The next second, his palm felt hot, and in front of Lang Ren's shocked eyes, this sea of ​​sparks rushed towards the wolf head talisman in his palm!

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