Chapter 211 Death

Chapter 211 Death
The Weird King was a little surprised when he heard Yang Ping'an's words and said, "Little guy, why do you think I'm the God of Death? Besides, if I remember correctly, I should have never appeared in Douluo Continent."

Yang Pingan still bowed and saluted: "Senior, the Hell Flower is also known as the Flower of the God of Death. Especially the Hell Flower in front of us, which has matured. I am afraid that only the God of Death can possess it, so I dare to guess that you are the God of Death."

The Weird King just laughed at himself at this moment: "Death God? There is no such thing as a Death God in this world. I am just the dust of history. Sooner or later, all traces of me will be erased by time."

Yang Ping'an was shocked. According to the situation of the Weird King in front of him, he was definitely the God of Death. However, according to the records of Douluo World, the God of Death had never appeared.

That only means one thing, that in the battle between the Dragon God, the God of Death should have fallen, and what is in front of him at this moment is just a trace of consciousness left by the God of Death before his death. But even so, it should be a great opportunity.

You should know that the Spirit Hall is known as the inheritance of the Angel God, but the real Angel God has probably been dead for countless years, and the only thing that has kept the Spirit Hall standing for thousands of years is a trace of the Angel God's divine consciousness, which can even bring down the inheritance.

Thinking of this, Yang Pingan quickly said: "Lord Death, God is an immortal being. As long as you are still here, you will definitely be able to restore your former glory."

The Weird King was silent for a while after hearing this. It was unknown how long it took before he spoke: "Little guy, you know a lot. You already have the aura of the Shura God. Do you have any other extravagant wishes?"

Yang Pingan knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Death, please give me your inheritance. I am willing to become the new Death God. I will definitely restore the former glory to you."

The Weird King shook his head and said, "Little guy, you think too much. I only have a trace of soul left now. I can't give you a divine test, let alone pass on the throne to you. Besides, even if you inherit the throne of the God of Death, the God Realm has stabilized. There is no room for an extra God King. Do you still want the new God of Death to be an ordinary first-level god?"

Yang Ping'an's eyes were also extremely solemn at this moment: "Lord Death, as long as you can pass on the inheritance, I will do my best to let Death regain the throne of God King in the future."

The Weird King stared at Yang Pingan intently: "I might consider this for other people, but not for you."

"You already have the divine consciousness of Shura God in you. With your qualifications and talents, plus your current bloodline, you have so much potential, but Shura God has not given you any inheritance. I'm afraid there are still many unknowns."

"And you clearly have the potential to become the new Shura God, so why did you come to this forest of death? Aren't you a little too greedy?"

Yang Pingan's face was full of solemnity at this moment: "Senior, I also hope to obtain the inheritance of Shura God, but now I can't wait any longer. I must become stronger as soon as possible, otherwise my hatred will have no hope. I will pay everything for revenge."

The Weird King just sneered: "Hatred, I didn't expect you to be such a superficial person. Don't you know that compared to the countless years of life of a god, hatred is just a drop in the ocean, and revenge is the least worthy of sympathy."

Yang Ping'an was full of resentment: "Senior, you are wrong. I know you are strong and have lived for countless years. All hatred will turn into dust with time, but my parents gave birth to me and raised me. This hatred is irreconcilable. If I can't take revenge, I am not worthy of being a son."

The Weird King was silent for a while and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "You little guy, your so-called revenge should not be that simple. If I guess correctly, I'm afraid your enemy has also obtained the inheritance of God, and may even be someone that Shura God has taken a fancy to."

Yang Ping'an couldn't help but glance at the Weird King. This Weird King was indeed the God of Death. After experiencing countless years, he knew his current situation with just a little thought.

Just as the Weird King said, his hatred was indeed not simple, and it could even be said to be quite difficult to deal with.

Judging from the current time, I am afraid that the Spirit Hall will soon launch a soul hunting operation, and by then the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family will be destroyed, and then there will be no way to avenge Yu Luomian. The living can never seek revenge on the dead. Similarly, judging from the current situation, I am afraid that Tang San will inherit the throne of the Sea God sooner or later. Even if I destroyed the Slaughter City, the Shura God has not made any moves so far, neither a divine test nor any hints, which means that I can't inherit the Shura God's throne.

In the entire Douluo Continent, the only people who have the ability to control the God of Killing besides himself are Bibi Dong, Tang Hao, and Tang Chen. If the God of Shura does not choose himself, he can only choose the other three.

Bibi Dong may have no hope, but Tang Hao and Tang Chen still have hope, especially Tang Chen. He has already completed the eight tests. If someone can heal his body, the position of Shura God will be within reach.

And after much calculation, Tang San's chances seemed not to have been reduced much, and could even be said to be no less favorable than in the original novel. With Tang San and Tang Chen around, how would he seek revenge on Tang Hao?
Yang Ping'an didn't dare to gamble, nor did he dare to gamble on the future changes in the world. He would do anything to get revenge.

Thinking of this, Yang Pingan showed a hint of ferocity on his face: "Senior, you are also a dignified God of Death. In terms of strength and seniority, you even surpass the God of Shura. Could it be that you are afraid of the God of Shura?"

The Weird King just snorted coldly: "Boy, for someone like me, it is meaningless to use provocation. I don't care about that boy Shura God, and I don't care about you either. I thought you were very good in all aspects for being able to walk out of the Hell Flower, but your character is really too bad. No wonder Shura God doesn't think highly of you."

Yang Ping'an was also extremely impulsive at this moment. He had no idea what was going on in the minds of that magical group of people. It turned out that his revenge was wrong. Shouldn't hatred be avenged?
At this moment, Yang Pingan no longer had the respect he had just shown. He stood up from his half-kneeling position and said, "Senior, I want to ask you a question. If your parents and relatives were killed, would you seek revenge?"

When the Weird King heard this, he was speechless. In the battle between the Dragon God and the God, countless gods died. It was impossible to say that he had no hatred in his heart, otherwise the God of Death would not have survived until now by relying on a trace of regret.

As for the parents that Yang Ping'an mentioned, the oldest gods in the divine world are all fatherless and motherless. They were born by nature and raised by chance. In their eyes, the Dragon God is like their parents.

Thinking of this, the Weird King couldn't help but sigh: "Boy, is hatred so important to you? Even if it means offending a god, you are willing to do it?"

Yang Ping'an's face became extremely ferocious at this moment: "Senior, I only hate ordinary people. From the beginning to the end, I just want revenge. If the gods want to be partial, the worst that can happen is that both sides will be destroyed."

The Weird King shook his head and said, "Boy, you may not understand the gap between gods and humans. In the eyes of gods, everyone is just an ant. I don't know who your enemy is, but to be able to force you to this point and make you so extreme, it must be very difficult."

Yang Pingan couldn't help but laugh: "Senior, if it was any other god, they might not care about this hatred, but you are the god of death, the supreme god who controls all life and death in the world. In your hands, life and death are just a matter of words."

The Weird King couldn't help but sigh: "I have already fallen. Even I don't know how much time has passed. Maybe it has been hundreds of thousands of years. I didn't expect that there are still people in the world who know about the God of Death."

At this moment, the Weird King seemed to have thought of the past, his high-spirited self as the God of Death, and the Dragon God. The black shadow seemed to have become even more unpredictable.

After an unknown amount of time, the Weird King slowly spoke: "Do you know what the God of Death is? Do you know the current situation in the God Realm? Even if I pass on the throne of the God of Death to you, in the eyes of the gods in the God Realm, you are just an alien."

"The God Realm may not recognize you by then, and they may even try to wipe you out. You want revenge, but you should be more aware of the human nature in this world. For the sake of the overall situation, no one will mind sacrificing a part of the people, even if that person is their former close relative."

Yang Pingan couldn't help but laugh: "Senior, I don't know what the overall situation is. I only know that blood debts must be repaid with blood. I also know that as long as I am strong enough, stronger than the enemy, that will be enough."

(End of this chapter)