Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

"The Creed has come, and it actually knocked out the Creed of King White Eyebrow from his body."

When everyone retreated with a change of color, only a few figures remained in place, motionless as a mountain. Among them, a middle-aged monk wearing a purple-red cassock and a cockscomb monk hat spoke with a compassionate face, with admiration.

"There are twenty-three sages in this Creed. King White Eyebrow's foundation is indeed strong." Another monk next to him echoed.

The two of them look very similar, and they are the previous Lama brothers.

The Creed, this is a loophole technique, a mysterious method used by ancient big families, which can ignore the suppression of the unknown land, but it can only be used a few times and can only be mastered by important people. It is prepared to kill the big weird and is the foundation of the town family.

This thing is very powerful, and the method of refining is very cruel.

It requires powerful ancestors of all generations to cast spells at the moment of death to restrain their powerful souls into the curse seal, and they will never be reborn.

Some people regard the creed as their destination and the best way to protect their family descendants. They think it is an honor. In this way, adhering to such beliefs, generation after generation of ancestors did not hesitate to seal themselves into the creed.

This is truly a fearless attitude towards death.

"He was beaten out of such a treasure, which is interesting."

"This kind of thing is used less and less. It is enough to be proud of being able to force him to this point." In the crowd, the man in a suit looked like he was watching a play.

His eyes slowly opened, and the White Eyebrow King, who was shrouded in light and shadow, stared at Lang Ren, with murderous intent in his eyes.

He raised his hand and touched his head, feeling a sharp pain. Blood slowly flowed down his forehead and from the tip of his nose, making him look a little embarrassed and fierce.

"Very good."

The voice spread word by word.

"I didn't expect that I would be forced to reveal my creed in Mount Jiu. Today will be your death date."

He was very angry. As the head of the group, he was forced to this point. It was a great shame. At the same time, he was more determined to kill Lang Ren and seize the Blood Water Knife.

Just relying on a knife, he was forced to this point, which was enough to prove the importance of this knife.

"Death date? Do you deserve it?" Lang Ren took the initiative to step forward, holding the Blood Water Knife, his eyes cold.

In an instant, his breath surged and entered a boiling state, and his pupils turned into vertical pupils.

Silver life lines emerged, and black fire lingered around his body. At this moment, he entered a combat state.

At this moment, his breath was fascinating, his white hair was floating, he had four wings, and a divine ring on his head, just like a real exiled immortal descending to the world, extraordinary and otherworldly.

The black divine ring was suspended, attracting the attention of many people. They didn't know what it was and felt it was very magical.

"You don't know how to live or die!"

The White Eyebrow King raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and then pinched his fingers to completely activate the Creed.

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded, like a breeze blowing on willows.

"The sages in the Creed, the souls are comparable to the existence of demigods. It is not inappropriate to use them to deal with the big weird, but it is not appropriate to use them to bully the younger generation of our human race." A beautiful boy came out from the crowd, holding a bloody ivory and smiling slightly.

"Taiyi, you want to stop me?" The White Eyebrow King stopped pinching the fingers, frowned, and his eyes were full of fear.

This Taiyi is the top existence of the first-level base, the son of the sequence. Although he is not like him, he has already become a force and his realm is not as high as his, but this is the son of the sequence, and he cannot be underestimated at all.

As the son of the sequence, he must also carry the Creed to protect his body, which is what he fears the most.

If Taiyi intervened, things would be tricky. He probably wouldn't dare to continue to attack Langren. After all, Taiyi's status was too noble, and he had to give him this face.

"Taiyi?" Langren turned his eyes and looked at the beautiful boy who suddenly intervened. It seemed that he was here to help him.

"Greed will blind the eyes. The knife is too yin and has a strong curse. Just as you said before, you can't hold the knife." Taiyi shook his head.

Then, he smiled mysteriously and said, "If you don't believe it, you will know if you hold it... My friend, can you give me a favor and let him try this knife?"

Taiyi looked at Langren, his voice was gentle and inquiring.

Hearing this, Langren thought in his heart.

To be honest, he was not afraid of the White Eyebrow King, and he was not afraid of the Creed.

The Blood Water Knife was already bound to him, and even if it was held by someone else, he could summon it back.

It was indeed a good idea to let the White Eyebrow King try this knife, so that no one would come to harass him again. It can be seen that Taiyi was indeed very smart and observed the clues of this knife.

However, the White Eyebrow King had already made an enemy with him, and he was not going to let him go.

Thinking of this, Langren smiled, and then the murderous field around him burst out, inspiring the Hundred Ghosts. He cooperated and threw the Blood Water Knife over.

Seeing the Blood Water Knife piercing the ground in front of him, the White Eyebrow King's eyes lit up.

The precious knife he had been thinking about was now in front of him...

However, looking at the densely packed Hundred Ghosts in the air, he showed a solemn look.

Just now, it was these things that instantly invaded his soul, making him feel a little scared. Although he was protected by the Creed, he still hesitated a little.

Hesitant, he still slowly stretched his hand towards the Hundred Ghosts.

As his hand stretched forward, the Hundred Ghosts began to retreat, as if they did not dare to approach the huge light and shadow around him.

The crowd nearby also opened their eyes wide, full of curiosity.

Since Taiyi had spoken, there was no doubt about it, but seeing is believing, and they were also curious about what would happen after the White Eyebrow King held the knife.

As his fingers gently touched the handle of the blood water knife, he didn't even have time to hold it.

Suddenly, the White Eyebrow King was shaken all over, his pupils contracted, as if struck by lightning.

A huge cold breath rushed into his body, and the howling of ghosts and wolves seemed to sound in his ears. A sea of ​​blood and corpses appeared in front of him, and the surging breath of death froze his body instantly.

In an instant, the White Eyebrow King retreated violently, and then half-knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Just now, the creed protected his body, but it did not mean that his soul could withstand the backlash of the blood water knife.

"So scary." He showed a look of lingering fear, covered his head with one hand, and his soul felt like it was torn apart.

He didn't expect that just touching the blood water knife would produce a terrible pain like being bitten by hundreds of ghosts.

And that young man, how did he manage to hold the knife without changing his expression?

The White Eyebrow King looked at Lang Ren in disbelief.

Seeing this, Taiyi smiled slightly.

"Is that knife so terrifying that even the White Eyebrow King's soul can't bear it, and can't even touch it?" The crowd in the distance was in commotion, with doubts in their eyes.

Some people also showed bitterness. Even the White Eyebrow King couldn't bear it, let alone them. Even if they got it by chance, they would probably die on the spot if they held it without authorization.

"Why can he hold it, but I can't? No, it must be related to the suppression of my soul in the Nine Mountains." The White Eyebrow King didn't believe it. He endured the severe pain, slowly stood up, and held the blood water knife again.

He felt a little embarrassed. He was surprised that he couldn't beat an unknown young man, and attributed it to the suppression of the Nine Mountains.

But he was right. The rule power of the Nine Mountains was very strong. It could not only suppress strength, but also soul.

But the only mistake he made was that... he didn't realize that this was a "real" knife.

A real knife, full of evil spirits. If he wanted to pick it up with his soul-transformed body, unless his soul was strong enough to be comparable to his body and truly manifested, he would not be qualified at all.

This was the essential difference between reality and illusion, just like the souls of past generations were so strong and powerful that they could not break through the passage door in this unknown place.

Not to mention the blood water knife, even the Otsutsuki, I'm afraid he couldn't lift it.

Unless he was specially invited by the red mist like Lang Ren and came in with a real body, he could do it.