Walked in the Fog for Two Thousand Years, I Became the Incarnation of an Evil God

Lu Ning walked in the fog for two thousand years. When he emerged, he found the world seemed to be sick.

The sun grew tentacles, the planets were covered in flesh and blood, the moon grew num...

Chapter 159 The New Power of the Crimson Sword

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The stone house caved in and collapsed, but then exploded the next moment.

Tentacles shot towards Lin Menglan at incredible speed.

Lin Menglan retreated repeatedly, while simultaneously controlling the flying sand to condense into shields to block the attacks of these tentacles.

On the entire high-rise platform, the afterimages of tentacles and flying sand appeared and disappeared intermittently.

At this moment, Lu Ning had already rushed back from a distance and was heading towards the flesh and blood giant.

The flesh giant opened its mouth in a sinister grin, gripping the canon in its left hand, and growled, "Flesh Corrosion!"

The next moment, Lu Ning felt a sharp pain in his left hand, and his once normal arm was corroded in a very short time.

The corroded arm festered and became infected, losing its strength.

Lu Ning remained expressionless and offered up his entire left hand.

The blood mist merged into the Crimson Sword.

The eyes of the Crimson Sword trembled, radiating an excited light.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them all! Kill everyone! Eat them!!"

A cacophony of whispers echoed in Lu Ning's mind.

"Shut up!"

Lu Ning said calmly.

The whispers stopped abruptly.

At the same time, Lu Ning's sacrificed arm has grown back.

The entire process took less than a second.

The flesh giant frowned upon seeing this.

Is this ability also made of flesh and blood?

Before he could think any further, Lu Ning had already rushed in front of the flesh giant.

Lu Ning raised the crimson sword high, its surface shimmering with intense white light, and slashed down fiercely.

To be honest, if it were just Lu Ning's physical strength, even with the support of a high-risk soul weapon, the flesh giant wouldn't have felt any threat.

However, the sheer power of this soul-stirring force shocked the flesh-and-blood giant.

This was the first time he had ever seen someone resonate the power of the soul to such an extent.

Even though the difference in their levels was enormous, and they were even separated by a large stage, essentially like a chasm, the flesh giant still felt an unparalleled threat.

The flesh giant did not choose to dodge; he parried with his longsword, and a surge of soul-shaking power also emanated from above him.

However, the white light of his soul-shaking power was not as intense as Lu Ning's.

As the flesh giant blocked the crimson sword, several tentacles on its back shot towards Lu Ning.

Just when the flesh giant thought Lu Ning was going to dodge, Lu Ning didn't even turn his head to the side, but charged straight at the tentacles.

The flesh giant was somewhat puzzled, but he still grinned maliciously: "You're asking for death!"

The tentacles accelerated, one piercing Lu Ning's head and the other three piercing his body.

Just when the flesh giant thought it was over, the powerful sword light on the crimson sword did not diminish in the slightest.

It even slightly changed direction, slashing at the flesh giant's arm from behind the longsword that was being parried.

"What?!"

The flesh-and-blood giant stared wide-eyed.

He had no time to withdraw his hand, so he could only bulge his muscles and harden his flesh, intending to withstand the blow head-on.

However, the power of this attack far exceeded the flesh giant's imagination.

The Crimson Sword easily severed half of the flesh giant's arm, as did the longsword that the arm had transformed into.

Blood gushed out, and the arm fell to the ground.

The flesh giant let out a low growl, his face grim, and retreated repeatedly.

As the flesh giant retreated, four huge bloody holes were left on Lu Ning's body.

But in just one breath, the four blood holes were completely healed.

Lu Ning's crimson sword was stuck in the arm that had been severed from the ground; the severed arm was still alive and wriggling.

When the crimson sword was plunged into his arm, the arm began to struggle violently.

However, in the shortest of a breath, his arm turned into a bloody mist and was completely devoured by the crimson sword.

The flesh giant looked at Lu Ning with some suspicion and said incredulously, "Damn it, why aren't you dead yet?"

Lu Ning remained calm, stomped his foot on the ground again, and charged towards the flesh giant.

"It's nothing more than the ability to be immortal."

"Impossible! Such powerful regenerative abilities could only be achieved by my Lord! How could you possibly do it?! Are you perhaps one of my Lord's chosen ones?! You have betrayed my Lord?! Why?!"

The flesh giant muttered to himself, then, as if he understood the truth, gradually descended into madness.

Lu Ning's expression was blank: "I have no connection with the Source of Flesh and Blood."

However, as soon as Lu Ning finished speaking, flesh and blood grew on his back, and several tentacles broke through the flesh and blood, writhing wildly and binding Lu Ning's neck, trying to strangle him.

Lu Ning offered these tentacles as a sacrifice without changing his expression.

The flesh giant's expression was extremely ugly: "Still denying it?!"

Lu Ning had already rushed in front of the flesh giant, and the crimson sword slashed down again.

The flesh giant faced the edge of the crimson sword, its tentacles hardening to block it.

However, each time it blocked, the tentacles would be slashed with a deep bloody gash, forcing the flesh giant to retreat repeatedly.

Meanwhile, the flesh giant's severed arm began to gradually regenerate.

As a powerful member of the Crimson Cult, he possesses the evil arts bestowed upon him by the Source of Flesh and Blood, and his regenerative abilities are also quite formidable.

However, the flesh giant soon noticed something was wrong.

A mist of blood emanated from the crimson sword in Lu Ning's hand.

The blood mist enveloped the flesh giant's body, and as the blood mist invaded, the flesh giant felt as if its own flesh and blood were being decomposed and plundered!

This force significantly reduced his recovery ability.

Even the flesh giant realized that its own spiritual essence was being plundered along with its flesh.

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