Chapter 1031 God's Head
Zhao Yin estimated that there were hundreds of pieces of demigod-level alien flesh and blood.
The most important tissues from the demigod race include the heart and the brain...
As pieces of flesh and blood disappeared, the cracks on Jietu's body became barely noticeable.
Even the breath of life on the writer-king gradually became stronger and more majestic, like a mountain or an ocean!
At this moment, the painting created by Fu Wenhua seemed to form a virtual image of a real world, with heaven and earth connected, the sun and the moon shining together, and countless stars...
The Book King's wrist was still turning quickly, and a bleeding head flew out from the space bracelet.
Floating in the air, there was still bright golden light flowing from the broken neck.
Those were drops of golden blood, the golden color was rich, and the aura was many times more powerful than the blood essence from Jia Lan's brow...
A terrifying pressure instantly spread throughout the core of the world.
At this moment, in the distant demonic Jianmu forest, on the cross, Jia Lan seemed to feel something and suddenly opened his eyes.
He suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and a shrill scream came out of his mouth.
“God! This is the breath of a god from my clan. Sir, please save me…!”
boom!
Countless blood-jade-like roots emerged from the ground and suddenly pierced into Jia Lan's forehead.
As the clone of the ancestor spirit began to devour, Jia Lan's will, which had been awakened by the divine aura, gradually weakened...
……
The head had a young man's face, his eyes were tightly closed, and his soul had long been dead. It was unknown how many years he had been dead.
But it was this head that made Zhao Yin's heart beat wildly.
He felt the same sense of crisis as when he faced the corpse demon god Gewu.
"God?" Zhao Yin murmured.
Previously, he learned from the information in the world map that the Book King had killed an angel god.
It's him?
A dead god, with only a head left, the pressure was enough to make the entire world tremble to its core.
In the distance, the buffaloes all lay prostrate on the ground, their hooves clasped their heads... the egrets also buried their heads under their wings... tens of thousands of pine trees all turned into tree holes...
Even the little monkey's fur stood on end, and the contracted beasts were also filled with fear.
The lifespan of gods is almost endless, and except in wars between gods, their deaths are rarely recorded in the annals of history.
Zhao Yin looked at the god's head, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
I felt like the head would open its eyes at any moment, and would annihilate me with just one glance.
Under the control of the old man, the head slowly approached the world map and fell into the illusory world. The next moment, it was like ice and snow melting, and a large amount of golden blood flowed out...
The entire painting world seemed to be rendered in gold.
The next moment, the Book King once again controlled the remaining two drops of the ancestor's blood essence and merged them into the painting. The next moment, the gold in the picture turned blue, followed by black, red, green, cyan, purple, yellow, and white...
Gradually, the entire virtual world became colorful again. Amidst the mottled colors, the entire world became clearer and clearer, as if it was about to emerge from the void...
It gives people a very real feeling, as if it is a world existing in another form.
The next moment, the world in the scroll slowly twisted, like a stream of energy pouring into the world map... a corner of it flowed towards the King of the Book...
After a moment, the entire scroll world disappeared, and the last crack on the screenshot was completely healed.
At the same time, a majestic vitality burst out from the screenshot, but it only lasted for a moment and then immediately converged. Then, it turned into a simple and unadorned black magic pen... and fell into the hands of the Book King.
At this moment, Zhao Yin didn't know if it was an illusion, but the endless words surrounding the writer king seemed to have a breath of life.
If the previous words were just dead objects, then now they seemed to be endowed with souls.
Every word seems to have life...
At this moment, the old figure and the breath of life of the writer king gave Zhao Yin the feeling that he was as majestic as a mountain and as heavy as the sea...
As the old man waved his hand, the words surrounding him slowly dissipated, and the terrifying aura of the old man also slowly disappeared.
It was as if he had turned into that old man again, but now, there was no longer any trace of decay on him.
The author's majestic gaze fell on Zhao Yin and slowly turned into kindness.
"My child, the two extra drops of blood of the ancestor you gave me have shortened my recovery time by a hundred years!"
"If you need more, I can get some more for you." Zhao Yin said with a smile.
"Child, unless absolutely necessary, do not easily expose your clone to foreigners!" the Book King warned seriously.
In fact, Zhao Yin had already predicted this in his mind and agreed respectfully.
The King of Books looked back and took in the entire core of the world.
He took another deep look at the sky above his head, and his best eyes fell on the pig tribe's most precious treasure.
In the end, the Book King said nothing more.
"Child, your godfather is leaving."
"Will you not stay longer?"
Zhao Yin had originally been planning to keep this powerful backer for a few more days!
He was mainly worried that the angels would not let it go even if the four-winged angel was captured by him.
The king who wrote the book seemed to understand what Zhao Yin was thinking.
"The matter of the Ninth Battlefield is also related to the Angel Clan. I have to go back and take charge immediately!"
At this point, murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the writer king.
He suffered for four thousand years, endured for four thousand years...Now he has recovered his peak strength.
It’s time to let those alien races know that humans cannot be bullied!
"Child, when I return to the Ninth Battlefield, I will inform all races that I killed the four-winged angel Jia Lan with my own hands!"
"Don't worry, kid. For the time being, no high-level strongmen from the angel tribe will come to your hometown."
Zhao Yin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, realizing that his adoptive father was going to take the responsibility for him.
"Thank you, godfather!" He clasped his fists and bowed.
The Book King smiled, looked towards the space portal not far away, and took a step forward.
"The ancestral-level portal is the greatest treasure of all races. Only by truly mastering a great world can it be created with the help of the world's will!"
"Throughout history, there has only been one person who has mastered a vast world, and that is Lord Mo."
“In the entire Ninth Battlefield, there is only one ancestral-level teleportation portal, which is a relic left behind by King Mo!”
As the Book King sighed, his figure disappeared into the portal...
In Zhao Yin's heart, the words of his adoptive father before he left were still echoing.
He raised his head again and looked outside the boundary wall above his head. In the void, there was an image of a heart filled with the breath of death.
Throughout the ages...
He didn't know how many miracles the old man had created for mankind.
In the endless river of time, how many such top figures have appeared in the human race?
Zhao Yin slowly knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the sky.
He sincerely thanked King Mo for his kindness.
Now, it was obvious that even the Book King had not sensed the breath of death emanating from the phantom of the heart.
Zhao Yin didn't even know how to save the old man.
He couldn't calm down for a long time. He now understood that King Mo had not only saved his life twice, but also secretly created a clone of the ancestor for him...
Even the will of the world's core, which is integrated with himself, must be related to King Mo.
