"Take it to death."

"Only then you can live a younger life!"

Zhou Wentian was slapping the waves wildly on the coast, and his blood almost caused a storm, laughing wildly, then inserted his left eye with one hand and exploded his eyeball.

He hated this thing for a long time, and every day he reminded himself of his death like a chicken that ended up giving away his chicken.

Next, his left eye turned into an empty Zhou Wentian, and he inserted his blood-stained hand into his chest, shaking his heart to pieces.

But this is just the beginning.

For the character who has reached the end of the sixth level like this, his life form is far beyond ordinary people's perception, and his heart is broken by a minor injury. He can recover after a few days of rest.

Bright red blood like mercury gushed out and dripped onto the sea level, bursting with white smoke.

What was shattered by force was Zhou Wentian's internal organs and bones.

The bones that are harder than special alloys lasted for ten seconds under the force of the palm before finally turning into ashes.

He had lost his internal organs and bones, and in a conventional sense, he was already a dead person, but his strong mental power still maintained Zhou Wentian's life, making him stand like a walking zombie.

Bone-removing and meat-cleaning is probably his most appropriate description now, just like the bone-removing chicken sold in supermarkets.

Next, a burst of nameless fire emerged from his body, burning a strange fragrance.

"Take blood, flesh, muscles, bones and animals as sacrifices to one's own body!"

After leaving the last sound, there is no trace of other existence on this planet.

...

What he got from the spiritual tide was a very evil divine martial art.

Imagine yourself as God, visualize your expression, and finally sacrifice everything you have, put it to death before you live, believe in yourself and then become a god.

This is something a federal martial artist came up with when he wanted to switch to Shinto.

Theoretically, this will be a transformation of the same level. A sixth-level martial artist can directly transform into a sixth-level god.

Of course, the mortality rate in this process is very high. Even the person who created this technique in the end was afraid to try it. He just sold it to Baizhidi at a cheap price.

After all, you destroy your body bit by bit in a specific order. This kind of thing is still too anti-human, and it challenges the upper limit of tolerance.

Just a guy like Zhou Wentian who is about to die will have the courage to give it a try and be a slaughter.

...

After a while.

The wind is calm.

Everything that was disturbed began to calm down slowly.

The disappearing Zhou Wentian, the last trace left in this world, was gradually wiped out.

"A six-star reincarnation person died?" Wu Ming, who was struggling to support the core of the main temple, glanced at the news of Zhou Wentian's death, and then threw it behind his mind.

Bai Mo, who is trying to seize control of Shui Lanxing, is the enemy who is intimate. The cannon fodder will die. Anyway, with the resources of the main temple, it will not take long to raise a batch of new leeks.

"What a pity, it's still a little bit."

Bai Mo also stared at Zhou Wentian, who was about to die and die.

He lost his body and sacrificed everything, but failed to take a step of successful transformation. At this time, it was only a few minutes away from the death of the soul.

"It's good, I'm finally relieved."

Although he had lost his eyes, the remaining habit still made the dying existence called "Zhou Wentian" urge to close his eyes and fall asleep completely.

His heart was tired.

It's just that someone doesn't want him to die.

A vortex of aura began to spawn where he finally disappeared.

A massive amount of "innate spiritual energy" was swallowed by this dark vortex.

...

"I'm not dead yet?" Zhou Wentian, who closed his eyes and waited for death, waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the feeling of real death. Instead, he felt that his body became heavier and more real.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his body had begun to reshape like a time-turning back.

Endless spiritual energy is reorganizing every cell in the body.

Or it is no longer appropriate to describe it as a cell, it is a new divine body.

The position of the heart is replaced by a crystal clear transparent octahedral.

"Is this the god?"

The gods he got were described in this current form, but they were still one layer short of the most important turtle shell kingdom of gods recorded in the Sutra of God.

A demigod without a kingdom of God.

"Are you a god too?" He could feel that in the dark, a broad consciousness was staring at him, unconsciously using respectful words.

It is this consciousness that has just reshaped him from death.

"Yes." The answer is only one word.

"I am in your kingdom of God?"

“I don’t need the Kingdom of God.”

"There are no gods in the kingdom of God?" According to the information obtained by Zhou Wentian, the most sensible thing about gods is their kingdom of God.

The Kingdom of God provides them with the strongest protection and greatest bonus, and the body of the gods rarely leaves the Kingdom of God.

Without the gods in the Kingdom of God, their combat power is definitely at the bottom of their class.

But the unfathomable existence in front of us is obviously not something that can be described as the bottom of the combat power.

"This is your reincarnation world..."

This is the last sentence Zhou Wentian left in his memory.

He saw an endless hand crushing himself like Mount Tai pressing down on him.

...

"He still wants to introduce a third party?!" Wu Ming noticed Bai Mo's small tricks in the "world". He actually chose to support a third party, a reincarnation man who passed the tribulation on Shuilan Star.

Once he succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, Zhou Wentian will get the "indigenous" identity of this world. If he stands on Bai Mo's side, snatching the advantages of this world will be further magnified.

As for Xu Xuanling on the side, because he does not have an indigenous identity, even at the seventh level, he cannot provide much help.

"If you use tricks, don't blame me for being shameless!" Wu Ming comforted himself like this.

"Inject everything from the three worlds into the Water Blue Star World."

After the order was issued, strange smoke from the main god's large light ball, red, green and yellow colors began to emerge, and soon came into contact with the giant light palm wrapped in white ink.

The three-color smoke and giant palm were quickly mixed together.

"Three transmission channels?" Bai Mo felt the strong spatial fluctuations in these particles in the smoke. "What do he want to transmit from these three worlds?"

"substance?"

"energy?"

"And the soul?!"

These worlds that were completely invaded by the Lord God are now like juicers, squeezing everything into the world of Water Blue Star like a juicer.

Whether it is the dead or the living thing.

Anyway, the world that was completely infected by the Lord God, everyone in it is "immortal". As long as one thought is squeezed into juice, it can be recovered.

Everything in the four worlds began to stir upside down...
Chapter completed!