Can immortality be cultivated? You have to ask the immortal god to know, but there are only two immortal gods in the world. The king is gone. Now let’s look at Ange. If he says yes, it is yes.
The little angel stuck out her little tongue: A little bit, the mist of death breath was introduced into her body, and then she started coughing.
It seemed that she was not suitable for this kind of exercise, but she soon thought of another way, spitting out her soul directly and breathing in the breath of death around her.
Compared to her, the little zombie made a lot of movements. His whole body was like an air bag. When he inhaled, the death aura around him was emptied out. When he exhaled, a small whirlwind blew up all around.
Feti is even more perverted, he only sucks it in and doesn't spit it out.
Anthony patted his chest, and a black horse sprang out. He was about to curse, but found that something was wrong. He was stunned for a while, and then after he understood the situation, he whispered in a low voice: "Your soul is roaring, so you have some conscience."
After muttering, Dark Horse couldn't wait to join this feast of death's breath.
The breath of death that diffused from Ange formed a cycle among everyone's souls.
While "breathing", Nigris said in confusion: "Is this how the immortal godhead is cultivated? But I have seen it before when the death breath was more turbulent. Why doesn't this dead skeleton cultivate?"
Not to mention the wind of rest in the abyss that can blow angels into skeletons, the concentration of death breath liquid alone is much higher than this kind of soul roar. Why didn't Ange create such a cycle before?
Anthony now mainly appears as the Pope of Light, so he did not join the cycle. He just sacrificed his soul armor to prevent it from being contaminated by the breath of death. He only heard him say:
"What you need is not the breath of death, but the soul belief in the breath of death. These breaths of death are just by-products, but they have been tempered by you, so they are more friendly to us and can be absorbed more efficiently."
Negris suddenly realized: "Isn't this the same as the terrifying sacrifice in the City of Light that triggered the craze of faith?"
Anthony nodded: "The same nature, the power of faith in the roaring soul, is what the immortal godhead needs."
Negris opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say. In fact, it had not witnessed the two major events of the horrific sacrifice and the frenzy of faith. It only knew that Ange had defeated the God of Arbitration in the consciousness space of the Lord of Light.
This was supposed to be a divine battle with heavy casualties, but because it took place in the consciousness space, no one really felt it. They only felt a hint of danger from Ange's simple description.
Now this howling of souls can be compared with the craze of faith, that is, it is not just some undead creatures shouting there.
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There was a hearse floating in the air behind the dead line. Alanburu stood on the frame with some excitement, looking at the undead torrent surging like a tide below, feeling the special power of their roar.
Alanbulu knew what it was, because he also had a large number of people with soul connections, such as those black cavalry. However, compared with those in front of him, it was more than ten orders of magnitude worse.
Only an immortal king can mobilize souls of this magnitude. Before the king set out, he handed the immortal scepter to Gust, so now only Gust can mobilize an immortal flood of this magnitude.
Anyway, His Majesty is not here, so it doesn’t matter if you collect these soul beliefs yourself, otherwise they will be wasted, hehe.
Alanbulu, who was feeling a little excited, felt the aura of death spread out from his body. After it spread, he suddenly inhaled.
He does not have the ability like Ange, who can trigger the resonance of the soul's roar, so he can only use his own soul energy as a primer to guide the death breath over.
With each breath, multiple amounts of death breath were guided into his soul.
After a while, Alanbulu opened his eyes in confusion: "Where is the soul belief? How could it not be there?"
In disbelief, Alanbulu tried repeatedly and kept 'breathing', but he absorbed a lot of soul energy, but there was no trace of soul belief in it, as clean and smooth as if it had been filtered by someone.
Perplexed, he tried repeatedly throughout the night and successfully increased his soul strength by 0.2 percentage points, but failed to capture even a single ounce of soul belief.
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In this way, this "yelling" continued all night, and it was finally dawning, and everyone could finally see clearly the situation in the direction of the dead line.
I saw a dark area in the distance, with skeletons and zombies rubbing shoulders one after another, sweating like dancing gongs and drums, and the sky was airtight, like a festival, extending to the end of the horizon. The earth was like a carpet paved by undead creatures.
Although everyone has noticed from the amount of soul fire that the number of undead creatures will not be small, it is only through observation with the naked eye that the scene is shocking. An undead flood of this scale can drown everything.
Nigris asked in a trembling voice: "Old tree, can you withstand a flood of this magnitude?"
The God of Life said slowly: "If you can bear it... for a while, you can run away for your lives."
Nigris almost fell to the ground: "Can you please stop gasping when you speak!"
However, the undead flood did not come over. At dawn, the dense undead creatures dispersed, dug a hole in the ground and buried themselves.
The Black Knight's raid last night failed to catch anyone, and even the undead tide surged up and failed to catch anyone. No one would do such a thankless thing.
After the undead creatures got into the ground, all that were left were high-level undead creatures. Gust turned into a ball of black mist and floated up from behind, followed by six groups of smoke one size smaller.
Arriving at Alanbulu's hearse, Gust gathered his body and looked at Alanbulu in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Are you in such a bad mood? Did you go dig a grave?"
"I'm going to dig your head. I haven't dug a grave in hundreds of years. Please don't slander me all day long with things that happened hundreds of years ago." Alanbulu said angrily.
"Then why are you in such bad spirits?" Gust asked strangely.
Alanbulu opened his mouth, was stunned for a moment and then said: "Okay, I'm going to dig a grave."
You can't say that you covet the power of faith in the roaring soul, and want to quietly get a handful, but you don't get anything, and you are so angry that you have a mental disorder, right?
"That's right, I knew it, and you said I slandered you." Gust laughed: "What's going on now?"
"Run away, I ran into the forest on the mountain, but I couldn't find anyone. There was something strange in that forest." Alanbulu said.
Gust hesitated for a moment and said: "Let me tell you something quietly. The Church of Light in the God Realm and the God of Life may have formed an alliance. There are strange things in the forest, probably because of the God of Life."
If Anthony heard what Gust said, he would definitely jump and curse again. The only people who knew that he was connected with the God of Life were the Warlock Alliance. Needless to say, it was the Warlock Alliance who must have betrayed this news to Gust.
Alanbulu blinked, not knowing how to react. A lot of news about the divine world comes from a book called "Heroes of the Divine Realm". Who knows if the things in it are true?
Even if it is true, the above description of the God of Life is not very detailed. How can we be sure that the weirdness in the forest is caused by the God of Life?
"What now?" Alanburu asked.
"What else can we do? Let's surround it first. Are the flat lands in front of them cultivated farmland? Let's go over and have a look." Gust said.
Alanbulu disagreed: "What's there to see? The things created by these lackeys of the light are uncomfortable to look at even once. Let's just destroy them."
"Don't even think about destroying your head. If His Majesty finds out that you have such thoughts, he will definitely punish you to pick up excrement. Do you want to take your black cavalry to collect excrement in human cities every day?" Gust scolded.
arrive.
Alanbulu shivered intelligently and quickly shook his head desperately. He knew that His Majesty would definitely be able to do such a thing.
He is obviously an immortal king, but he is very passionate about things like farming. In those days, Gust and other immortals often did things like picking dung. Later, when there were more people, it was not the turn of youngsters like Alan Bulu.
"Then why don't you hurry up and take a look? If something has been planted in the ground, you are responsible for watering it so that it doesn't die from drought."
Thanks to Fire, Thorn, and Pamsylemon for the reward.