Chapter 330: The Art of Resurrection of the True King of Spiritual Appearance
The mountains in the far west, the highest mountains, are regarded as forbidden places by the locals in the distance. It is said that under the stretching mountains, there is a scorching hell, where the most terrifying devils in the world are imprisoned.
No one dares to come to the foothills of this mountain range to the west.
In the sight that no one can see, in the winding mountains, there is boiling magma gushing out, turning into rivers flowing in the mountain.
Mars walked through the long corridor, accompanied by two hell gods, and came to a place where magma was flowing everywhere. In the terrifying high temperature, there were islands-like rocks with red-hot rocks standing on them.
On the iron frame, a woman with black hair hanging down her shoulders and a graceful body was hung on it, her skin and flesh making a "chichi" sound as she was burned.
The woman just frowned slightly, enduring the severe pain.
Feeling the familiar divine power, she raised her face slightly and smiled among her messy black hair.
"Mars, when you came here, did you meet a monk from the east?"
The figure in black robe fell into silence for a while. He asked the two prison gods to stop and walked straight to the island on the boiling lava. He looked up at the woman on the red iron frame.
"Supreme, you are unspeakably beautiful when your glory has faded. Why do you put yourself so high above others?"
"hehe."
Yanren looked at him and just laughed softly. Then she spoke, but she said in a joking tone: "You are also very handsome. You are the most handsome god among the gods I created, except for the God of Love."
Yes. Last time, I really should have eaten you first."
"We were created by you, just like your children, why..."
Mars was a god since he was born. He didn't understand that this supreme being who regarded them as a mother would treat them as food. Even now, he still can't figure it out. "Healing is needed. There are many treasures in this world.
There are many ways."
"Hehe...hahaha..."
Yan Ren's laughter suddenly rose and she looked away, "You are so innocent and cute, Mars. You were created by me, but you are not children. Will you show affection to your followers? In the same way, I
I won’t treat you as relatives either.”
"As for my injury... it takes time and divine power to recover. It is unusual. It is the thunder of the Nine Heavens. You will not understand its true power. You have not experienced it."
Mars looked at the Supreme in front of him who was full of oriental characteristics and was silent for a moment: "We... did meet the orientals, not far from here. Kaldega fell in his hands, and Hod was also defeated in their hands.
, let him go back in humiliation, let us save a mortal, otherwise we will massacre this place."
He walked up to Yan Ren's gaze and said, "Supreme, they are not your reinforcements, right? What you said before was just for us to deal with them and make them angry."
"Don't you think it's too late to realize it now?" Yan Ren enjoys this feeling, having these traitors, and even Chen Yuan and the others, in the palm of her hand. "Orientals remember both gratitude and grudges. The mortals you can save are
, it must be very important to them. Since you killed the person they care about, this hatred has been forged, and he will kill you regardless of whether you save him or not."
After hearing these words, Mars was not angry. In fact, he had slowly figured it out on the way here.
"Supreme, I believe what you say. If you don't save that mortal, it will be a fight to the death. If you agree, there must be a conspiracy. If I do the opposite, it will be a shortcut to success, right?"
Yan Ren's face was stunned, but before she could speak, Mars seemed to have gotten the answer. He smiled and bowed, then turned back to the two prison gods, "Let's go, let her enjoy the torment here alone."
, let’s go back and let the God of Death bring back the mortal soul, and let the God of Life create a new body for him!”
After the three gods left, on the iron frame of the isolated island, Yan Ren lowered her head and laughed lowly.
"What an idiot...I said that on purpose. Orientals have always been very grudge-y and will really kill you all."
…
The cold wind howled, mixed with snowflakes, blowing into the brightly lit hall.
Mars, who came back, relayed the supreme words in front of the other gods, letting them roughly understand Henren's lie.
"What she opposes is beneficial to us."
"I agree too!"
"Since everyone agrees, let's resurrect this mortal." Mars picked up the head that had turned gray, "However, after resurrection, we cannot let him go back and hold him in our hands to make those Eastern people worry."
War God Surda nodded.
"If they offend our majesty, they will be punished. Let them donate their precious mana and become ordinary mortals. After enduring our three tests, we can take this mortal away and get out of the Western world together!"
"agree!"
"Agree!"
With indifferent or excited words, Mars raised his hand slightly, and the smooth floor in front of him gradually rose up and turned into a platform. He placed Duma's head on it and took two steps back.
The black-robed god representing death stood up. The lantern in his hand glowed with a green light. His other hand reached inside without any obstruction and was groping around, calling Duma's name in his mouth.
Soon, he withdrew his hand from the lantern, and a glowing green light ball turned into a human form in his palm, floating gently in the state of a soul.
"It's your turn, shaper of life, Obans."
Mars read the name softly, and a green light slowly appeared in front of the stone platform. It was a woman's form, but her face was that of a rough man.
Represents the yin and yang of the world.
"The extension of life, in my eyes, is just a trick of a moment." He or she had two completely different voices, a mixture of men and women.
In his open hand, a branch with buds formed, and he placed it on Duma's broken neck. He blew it gently, and saw that the branch moved, extending to the broken neck and connecting the skin and flesh.
Almost at the same time, more new twigs grew, spread, intertwined, and then extended, gradually turning into human skeletons.
The leaves withered and the branches shed their bark, revealing the white bones. Obens looked at the work in front of him with satisfaction, his lush beard stretched, and he took out a handful of soil and sprinkled it on the bones with a smile.
In an instant.
The dust attached to the white bones expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, adsorbing the bones and turning into scarlet muscles, which gradually began to squirm with vigor.
After arriving, a layer of white skin formed on the flesh and blood. With the size of Duma's head, the new body gradually adjusted to a level that satisfied Obans.
"Look, it's not that difficult. Oh, there's still one last step left."
He took out a bottle of water and poured it into Duma's mouth. Then he stepped aside and stretched out his hand: "Death, it's your turn."
The black-robed god of death opened his mouth and blew away the palm of his hand. The floating soul screamed silently, followed this breath and danced to the stone platform, and disappeared into the slightly open mouth and nose.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
next moment.
Duma's stomach rose and fell suddenly on the stone platform. He opened his eyes suddenly. The moment he sat up, his memory seemed to be still in the wilderness that night. He opened his eyes wide and roared:
"Dear guest, the Duma is dying!"
Then, he froze, naked and looked around at the gorgeously dressed figures, "I... my name is Duma... who are you?"
When he saw Hod who was killing him, he jumped off the stone platform in a hurry and ran. However, his feet were weak and as soon as he hit the ground, he fell down and gnawed in the mud.