Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

The hot wind blew slowly, the bright light disappeared, and the night swallowed the earth again.

On the ground, a huge semicircular pit with a radius of 1000 meters appeared, up to 50 meters deep. At the bottom of the pit, a cross-shaped, bottomless abyss appeared, as if it was dug into the earth. Branded with a black cross.

In the deep pit, as the light dissipated, Langren's figure wearing a black shirt and white hair was revealed.

In the face of this horrific explosion, he did not suffer any injuries, and his aura was very powerful.

At this moment, his left hand was carrying the corpse of a monster that had been burnt to charcoal, and under his feet was stepping on a Shui Ji with a snake head and body.

Compared to the demon cloth that turned into charcoal, Sui Ji was not seriously injured, but it was not much better. It was very miserable. In this terrible explosion, most of its flesh was melted, and it looked very scary. , those steaming flesh and blood are being repaired at a slow speed.

Looking up at Lang Ren, the pain in his body filled his heart with shock and fear.

It's hard to imagine that, just after not seeing him for a while, Lang Ren, who seemed to have the strength of a sinister stage, could burst out with such powerful energy in his body. Although it was not fatal, its power should not be underestimated.

"My body is constantly being destroyed. Why can't I even withstand this level of attack?" What makes Shui Ji even more frightened is that its current condition is quite bad. For some reason, its healing speed has become extremely fast. Slowly, the powerful body began to become fragile, and a terrible poison was spreading rapidly in the body, destroying everything in it so fast that it could not withstand Langren's attack.

Uh-huh!

Suddenly, Lang Ren moved, and like a peacock spreading its wings, densely packed black giant scythes sprouted from the back of his body. They were flying in the air. Each scythe was extremely sharp and the tip was as thin as a cicada's wing.

Slowly raising his hand, he pinched Yao Bu's neck and looked at Yao Bu whose head was blown apart, leaving only an unrecognizable snake head. There was no mercy in his eyes, only a strong killing intent.

The next moment, all the scythes moved and stabbed fiercely into the body of the demon cloth that turned into charcoal.

"Pfft!"

Pieces of black and reddish meat rolled to the ground, just in response to the previous sentence----

The body was broken into pieces!

Blue blood shot out and splashed on the face of Shui Ji at her feet. For a moment, an uncontrollable fear spread rapidly in her heart, and the footsteps of death had never been closer.

It's really seen, Lang Ren is serious!

He is determined to kill them!

Although Langren talks little, his methods are quite ruthless. Even if he ignores the curse, he must get rid of them at all costs!

Crazy, he must be crazy!

Shui Ji faintly trembled. She had been imprisoned here for more than ten years. After finally seeing the light of day, she was about to face death. This was a situation she had never imagined.

The longer it lives and the higher its level, the more afraid it is of death.

"puff…"

At this moment, suddenly, the demon cloth that was being cut by the sickle suddenly shook and made an unusual sound.

A pile of blue food spit out from its bone-less mouth and fell to the ground.

These blue things were steaming, round, and numerous, like blue blood beads.

"Crash..."

As if a chain reaction had occurred, as the blue beads were spit out, a large number of blue blood beads rushed out from its eye sockets, mouth, ears, and nose, and rolled to the ground.

In an instant, its head exploded, and its hard head exploded instantly, turning into dense blue blood beads, splashing around, and the holes in its body were like floods opening, with a large number of beads Madness poured out.

Until the whole body was like a collapsed building, it finally had no time to even let out a scream, and turned into blue blood exploding beads on the ground.

"Bang..."

In just the blink of an eye, the charred body held in Langren's hand exploded to pieces.

He kept his palms raised high, and as the blue explosive beads rolled down, his palms were empty.

Yao Bu, dead!

"The power is pretty good." Putting down his hand, Lang Ren looked at the explosive beads all over the floor. It was about the same time as he had budgeted. This blood really lived up to his high expectations and was worthy of being a divine blood.

Perhaps because Sui Ji's injury was not as heavy as the demon cloth, it did not explode with it.

So next...

"It's your turn." Lowering his head, Lang Ren stared coldly at the bloody Shui Ji, as if looking at a cold corpse.

"Don't kill me! As long as you don't kill me, I can break the curse for you!" Facing this death gaze, Shui Ji trembled and screamed, begging for mercy.

After a second of silence, Lang Ren nodded, with a chilling smile on his cold expression: "Okay, I will help you detoxify now, and you can help me undo the curse."

After saying that, he reached into his arms and took out a black pill from his inner pocket.

In fact, it wasn't that he really didn't care about the life and death of his family just now, but he knew that the other party was a monster, insidious and cunning. Now that he had caught his handle, he would inevitably lead him by the nose and make excessive demands.

Now that the strange blood has been injected into them, he has no antidote. These monsters are dying on both sides. Now there is no turning back. He must take extreme actions to scare them. This is the so-called killing of chickens to scare monkeys.

Langren didn't think that the other party would easily solve the curse for his family. This was a dead end, so he had to fight with them in a battle of wits and courage.

If you kill one, the other will definitely panic, thinking that he is not afraid of threats and may be able to lift the curse in the face of a life and death crisis.

"You give me the antidote first, and then I will lift the curse for you." Looking at the black pills, Shui Ji showed a nervous expression, and at the same time, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

Lang Ren can give him the antidote, which means he hasn't gone completely crazy yet and everything can still be discussed.

However, it is not sure whether the antidote is real, and at this juncture, it has no choice. On the condition of lifting the curse, it hopes that the antidote is real.

After a slight hesitation, Lang Ren made a hesitant expression, as if he was making a choice. Finally, he nodded, squatted down, and put the black pill into Shui Ji's mouth.

As the pill entered the mouth, it quickly melted in Shui Ji's mouth. Soon, its hanging heart was relieved, because it could feel that its vitality was recovering.

This stupid boy actually gave himself the antidote?

A faint light flashed across its eyes, and Shui Ji sneered in her heart. It seemed that the position of mother and daughter in Lang Ren's heart was still the most important. Since the antidote was real, she only had to wait for her body Once action is resumed, it will be Lang Ren’s death!

Lift the curse?

How is it possible.

The delicacy that can become a god is right in front of him. As long as his family has the handle in his hands, it will take the initiative. How can it ruin this great opportunity in vain?

"Remove the curse, I swear in my name in the dark night that I can spare your life." Langren raised two fingers of his hand as if to swear, and said solemnly.

"Actually, this curse was placed by a demon. It's difficult for me to undo it, but don't worry, I will definitely have a way." Shui Ji changed the topic and made a troubled look, and then showed a sure look.

"That's it, that doesn't matter..." Langren raised his head slightly, thinking.

Slowly, he lowered his head.

laughed.

"puff!"

A huge spear appeared without warning and penetrated Shui Ji's head hard, nailing it through.

Blood spurted out, splattering Lang Ren's face with blood, making his smile look a little sicker and more terrifying.

"Ahhh!"

With a swishing sound, densely packed sickles fell one after another, and amid a burst of shrill screams that resounded across the sky, streams of blood bloomed in the air.

Once, twice, three times...countless times.

Lang Ren continued to control the sickle, cutting off Shui Ji's snake head and limbs, hollowing out its internal organs, and mincing it into pulp.

Blood dripped down the corners of his handsome face, and a laugh to himself echoed faintly.

"I don't like to be cruel to others."

"But, you are not human."

"So, it will hurt a little bit."