Chapter 212 The Power of Death

Chapter 212 The Power of Death
The Weird King looked at Yang Ping'an's slightly ferocious expression at this moment, as if he remembered many things in the past, and seemed to have an unprecedented feeling.

After an unknown amount of time, the Weird King slowly spoke: "Boy, I'm going to ask you a question. If your answer satisfies me, maybe I'll give you a way out. Otherwise, you'll stay here forever."

Yang Pingan bowed and saluted: "Senior, I can answer anything I know, and I will definitely follow my heart."

The Weird King nodded: "With your knowledge, I'm afraid you have a certain understanding of the God Realm. When the Dragon God was born, he founded the God Realm. But did you know that the Dragon God became cruel and merciless because of problems in his cultivation? As a result, the largest war in history broke out in the God Realm. In this war, countless gods fell, and even many God King-level masters fell. The God Realm also began to decline. If you were a member of the Dragon Clan, what would you do?"

When Yang Ping'an heard this question, he was also surprised. Judging from the attitude of the God of Death, he should be considered as the predecessor of the God of Shura, and his strength at that time was probably even higher than that of the God of Shura.

But on the other hand, as one of the people who fell at that time, whether there is something unresolved in his heart, or whether there is any obsession in his heart, otherwise he would not become like this now.

Yang Pingan thought for a while before speaking with a determined look on his face: "Senior, if I were a dragon, I would fight to the death. I don't care about the overall situation, nor do I care about wars or dangers. I only know that as a dragon, the Dragon God is our relative. I will do anything to avenge my relative."

The Weird King asked again: "But have you ever thought that your enemy might be more powerful than you think?"

Yang Pingan shook his head: "There is no such thing as strong or weak. The so-called strength is only relative. If you are not as good as your enemy now, you can work hard to practice and look for opportunities. In the end, you will definitely become stronger than your enemy and you will definitely get revenge. I will definitely go on the path I have chosen, even if it means eternal damnation."

The Weird King looked at Yang Ping'an at this moment, and there seemed to be an inexplicable light in his eyes. Finally, he slowly spoke: "Boy, you may be right. I have carefully observed your past. Your talent should not be strong at the beginning. It can even be said to be very poor. Perhaps it is because of this kind of thinking that your talent and strength have reached the current level."

"Well, now that it has come to this, I will give you a chance. As long as you can meet my requirements, you may still have a chance to inherit the throne of the God of Death."

Yang Pingan was overjoyed: "Thank you, Senior Death God. I will work hard to cultivate and will definitely inherit your throne in the future."

The Weird King just laughed at himself: "I am no longer a god of death. I just left a trace of my divine consciousness before I died. As for what you said about inheriting the throne, I just gave you a chance. Whether you can do it in the future, or whether you can complete it, depends on your own luck."

"Boy, do you know what the God of Death is? What is the throne of the God of Death?"

Yang Ping'an's face froze. There was no description of the God of Death in the original novel, and there was nothing to learn from it. However, he thought carefully for a while before speaking: "Senior, the so-called God of Death should be the one who controls all life and death in the world, or the reincarnation of the world. Rather than calling him the God of Death, he should be called the God of the Underworld."

The Weird King nodded, "Your opinion is quite interesting. The God of Death does control life and death in the world, but unlike all other gods, the God of Death is actually the only god who controls the breath of death."

As the words fell, a black gas filled the entire space. It seemed that all the spiritual power in Yang Ping'an was unable to stop it. I felt a tremor in my body and soul.

The Weird King continued, "This is the death aura, which is only emitted after a person dies. This aura is one of the strongest forces in the world, but it is more harmful than the power of Shura. If a person's mind is slightly weak, they will be infected by the death aura and eventually become a puppet that can only kill."

"You should have encountered many black creatures in Death Canyon. Can you guess what they are?"

Yang Ping'an's heart was filled with shock at this moment. He had killed many monsters outside, but he had never thought about how these monsters were formed. He just thought they were puppets of God.

However, Yang Pingan thought of the City of Slaughter, and his mind suddenly became clear: "Senior, could it be that those black creatures outside are the people who died here before? Or are they the souls of the people who died here?"

The Weird King couldn't help but laugh: "Boy, you are quite knowledgeable. Those weirdos outside are indeed ordinary people who have entered here. After their souls are infected by the death energy, they will never be able to reincarnate. They must wander in this Death Canyon for all their lives and serve as my slaves for the rest of their lives."

At this moment, Yang Pingan began to understand why there were only weird things in the Death Canyon. Once you enter the Death Forest or here, there will be no more weird things. It is estimated that they have all been absorbed by the Weird King. The Weird King's voice became extremely calm at this moment: "Since you want to inherit the throne of the God of Death, you need to show your willpower. In the next three months, you stay in this underground palace. If you are not infected by the death energy, maybe I will give you a chance."

"During this process, you must not use the little bit of Shura power in you. It will also be extremely painful. I hope you can bear it."

As the Weird King finished speaking, the huge figure of the Weird King disappeared directly. Instead, the entire underground palace seemed to be filled with a black aura, making people feel like they were falling into the abyss.

Especially at this moment, Yang Ping'an actually felt that the Killing God Domain on his body was actually restricted, which was a little unbelievable. You know, the Killing God Domain came from the Shura God, and there should be no way to restrain it in this world.

However, looking at the black aura filling the sky, Yang Ping'an quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, using all his strength to resist the black aura, even ignoring the pain in his body.

However, the black aura was even more powerful than Yang Ping'an had imagined. It not only infected his body, but also his martial soul and soul at the same time. Even his soul felt a little trembling.

Yang Ping'an bit his tongue and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His painful nerves might be able to temporarily resist the invasion of the black aura, but if he really wanted to survive these three months, he needed to strengthen his mind.

After thinking for a while, Yang Ping'an began to recite the Heart Sutra silently, using all his strength to resist the black air.

Deep in the underground palace, a pair of blood-red eyes seemed to overlook the entire underground palace, especially watching Yang Ping'an's current situation.

This pair of red eyes belongs to the Weird King, or the God of Death.

At this moment, the God of Death couldn't help but mutter, "This kid is quite interesting, especially his martial spirit, which has the tendency to evolve into a dragon king. He will definitely achieve something in time. I just don't know if he can withstand the power of my God of Death. Maybe it's destined in the dark."

"But my power of the god of death is not so easy to bear. It is more fierce and brutal than the power of Shura, darker, and more likely to make people fall into the devil's way. Even the Dragon God was amazed at it."

From the beginning to the end, although the God of Death was influenced to a certain extent by Yang Ping'an's words, what he valued most were Yang Ping'an's two martial souls. Among them, the dragon martial soul was evolving. With his vision, he could see the initial form and potential of Yang Ping'an's martial soul at a glance.

But after so many years of hard work, Yang Ping'an has managed to evolve his martial soul to this level. Does that mean that Yang Ping'an's martial soul will have unlimited possibilities in the future? It may even create miracles.

In comparison, the God of Death values ​​Yang Ping'an's other martial soul more. This martial soul was not strong enough in the past and is not strong enough now. It even seems very weak compared to the Golden Dragon. However, because the martial soul is the main body, it has stronger compatibility and plasticity.

Moreover, Yang Ping'an's second martial soul has not yet added any spirit rings, which means that the second martial soul has unlimited shaping prospects and can even truly withstand the power of death.

Thinking of this, the God of Death seemed to merge with the entire Death Canyon. A pair of scarlet eyes appeared above the Death Canyon. Looking up at the sky, he couldn't help but mutter, "Lord Dragon God, is this child your backup? Is he the hope for the rise of your dragon clan?"

At the same time, in the core area of ​​the Xingdou Great Forest, in a mysterious void, an extremely tall man spoke to the void: "My Lord, I suddenly felt a trace of the breath of the Dragon King on the Douluo Continent. Is the Dragon King still alive? Or is there any remnant of the Dragon King's bloodline in the world?"

A huge eye suddenly opened in the darkness, and its gaze seemed captivating, as if it could see through the void.

(End of this chapter)