Chapter 340: Bluff (Second update, 3000, please subscribe!)
Fang Ling used a quick attack, three consecutive Final Slashes combined with unparalleled power to break through the load-bearing limit of Poseidon's golden trident.
She could use divine power to refresh her status, but she didn’t have time!
Thanks to Fang Ling's strong control over his strength, the Scythe of Death was able to stop just before hitting Poseidon, preventing her from being seriously injured.
After all, although he looks young on the surface, he is actually over a hundred years old.
There is a saying that a peerless Douluo can live for a thousand years, but that requires a transformation into a divine body.
Poseidon is the high priest of God and can only reach level ninety-nine at most.
She was also trapped by love, and the source of her life was indeed lost. The power of death could cause great trauma to people with too old a lifespan, and they could not withstand the attack of the death skill.
The power of death on the sickle blade dissipated.
Even if the power is restrained, there is still a sharp intention that seems to be able to reap lives wreaking havoc on the spiritual level, and life and death are not in one's control.
"Your Majesty the God of Death is very powerful. I am far from being able to reach his level." Poseidon was not afraid of this dangerous edge at all.
She released her martial soul's true form, and the surging soul power in her body disappeared. Her eyes were filled with deep desire as she looked forward to hearing what Fang Ling said about Tang Chen.
In Poseidon's expectation, Fang Ling paused and recalled: "I met Senior Tang Chen in the Slaughter City."
Poseidon frowned slightly: "The City of Slaughter?"
Fang Ling nodded and narrated slowly: "That is the inheritance land of the gods left behind by the Shura God after he became a god. The predecessor fell into it in order to become a god."
Poseidon's heart instantly dropped to the bottom, and tears burst out of his eyes: "Tang Chen is also a peerless and proud child of heaven. With his ability, how is this possible?"
After waiting for decades, she never expected to get this result.
"Tang Chen is dead?" Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and Poseidon's eyes turned red in an instant.
"Dead." Fang Ling confirmed.
"How did he die?" Poseidon asked urgently in a hoarse voice with a hint of crying.
"I'll explain slowly. Don't worry." Fang Ling raised his hand and pressed it lightly. "All this stems from his desire to become a god. You should know why he wants to become a god."
"For the promise between the three of us." Poseidon was silent for a long time and said softly.
Fang Ling: "Yes, Senior Tang Chen is a stubborn person with a one-track mind. At first, he didn't understand the underlying meaning of your agreement and really thought you wanted him to become a god."
"So, in order to fulfill the agreement between you two, he traveled across the continent and found the City of Slaughter."
"He succeeded. He successfully found the inheritance of the Godly Throne."
There was admiration in his eyes, as if he was amazed from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, this is acting, with superb acting skills, showing a faint admiration with a hint of sadness.
His mental power fluctuated slightly, naturally revealing Fang Ling's emotions.
I really admire him because Tang Chen’s talent is worthy of it, but my sadness is just fake.
"With his ability, he successfully found the divine position, but he couldn't pass the test?" Poseidon continued to ask in a hoarse voice.
Fang Ling's words were like a devil, persuading him:
"It's almost over. The godhood inherited by Senior Tang Chen is called Shura God, and he has reached the eighth test of Shura God. As long as he passes it, he will be able to receive the ninth test and become the new Shura God!"
Poseidon's heart was in his throat. He had already passed the eighth test, so how did Tang Chen die?
Fang Ling shook his head, hesitating to speak, and finally sighed: "Unfortunately, he was attacked by the Rakshasa Divine Mind afterwards."
"Rakshasa and Shura are both gods of killing. The former is an evil god of killing that originates from the evil desires in people's hearts, while the latter is a pure god of killing for the sake of killing. The two cannot stand each other, and Rakshasa left behind a method to prevent Shura's descendants from achieving enlightenment."
"Even though you are an unrivaled genius, you are not as blessed as I am by the gods. How can you avoid the conspiracy from the evil killer god Rakshasa?"
Poseidon understood immediately, and hatred flashed in his eyes. It turned out to be another god!
No wonder.
"In fact, it's not impossible to survive with just the Rakshasa divine consciousness." Fang Ling's words revealed a deep sense of regret.
"When Senior Tang Chen was battling against the Rakshasa God, he was attacked by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, a 500,000-year-old spiritual spirit beast that was left behind by the Asura God."
"The blood-red nine-headed bat king took advantage of the situation and parasitized on Senior, wanting to take away everything from Senior and become the Shura God!"
"Senior Tang Chen naturally resisted with all his might and would not allow this to happen to him. He has already reached the eighth test and possesses a semi-divine soul. Even with his full resistance, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King was unable to devour him."
The story must have ups and downs to attract people's attention.
At this point, Fang Ling's tone became high: "Senior, you fought against the combined power of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King and the Rakshasa Divine Mind by yourself!"
Poseidon smiled miserably. Facing the combined power of a 500,000-year-old spiritual beast and the Rakshasa divine consciousness, how could Tang Chen possibly resist? To her surprise,
"Senior, you are really amazing. You really blocked it!"
"The blood-red nine-headed bat king was unable to devour the senior's soul, and the parasitic soul skill came to a stalemate, but the senior's body was controlled by the bat king, and he became a bloodthirsty king of killing in the killing city."
"All this until I arrived at Killing City a few years ago."
Fang Ling glanced at Poseidon and began to make up stories:
"I inherited the God of Death very early on, and passed a test in the City of Slaughter. The reward for the God of Death test was the evolution of the martial soul."
"The death power that rippled when the martial soul evolved attracted the King of Slaughter to approach. Senior Tang Chen's soul fluctuations barely broke through the alternating blockade of the parasitic soul skills and the Rakshasa divine consciousness, and sent me a message."
"He said, 'I don't want the fruits of victory to be stolen by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King. I don't want a soul beast to use his body to become a god. He used his own 100,000-year soul bone in exchange, hoping that I can kill him after I succeed in my cultivation.'"
"Can I see that soul bone?" Poseidon covered his mouth, closed his eyes, and sighed softly.
"Just listen to it." Fang Ling soothed.
Adaptation is not random editing, and parody is not nonsense.
Fang Ling combined his real experience to make up the story, so that no one would find any flaws. He continued to make up the story: "After my breakthrough, I thought of the 100,000-year soul bone. Not long ago, I went to the Slaughter City again and successfully killed the Bat King. I even helped Senior Tang Chen solve the Rakshasa Divine Mind."
"Senior Tang Chen turned a disaster into a blessing and passed the eighth test of the Shura Divine Test."
As if he had been suppressed for a long time, his emotions suddenly surged, and sparks of joy flashed in Poseidon's eyes.
Fang Ling gave her a blow on the head: "It is inevitable that the senior's body has suffered a huge trauma."
"I have a powerful healing 100,000-year soul bone that can regenerate severed limbs. I wanted to treat you, but he stopped me."
"It's too late. The Bloody Mary in the Slaughter City contains a chronic toxin. Over the past few decades, the Bat King has drunk too much blood, and the chronic toxin has penetrated deep into his bone marrow and is incurable."
"And the parasitism has caused great trauma to his body. His soul has been riddled with holes under the attack of the Rakshasa's divine thoughts. He is about to die. He does not want to meet you in an ugly posture."
"Tang Chen..." Poseidon pursed his lips tightly, tears falling like rain.
Sad emotions were revealed, the surrounding waves were violently surging, and it seemed that the heaven and earth were mourning for it.
Fang Ling also sensed something and quietly watched her cry for a while. When she was extremely depressed, he said, "But I have a special soul skill."
The word "but", which represented a turning point, made Poseidon concentrate instantly.
Fang Ling: "I have a special soul skill called enslavement, which can capture people's souls and make them my undead spirits."
"The undead will inevitably serve me as their master, and their damaged souls can be repaired and even continue to grow, condensing into entities through energy."
"This is the only way to survive. After learning about this, Senior Tang Chen took the initiative to ask to transform into a dead spirit and come to see you."
A ray of light shot out from Fang Ling's body, a gray-gold light shone, and a strong and powerful figure appeared in front of Poseidon.
He exuded soul power fluctuations of about level ninety. He was tall, and his originally black hair and black eyes had turned gray-gold. He had a handsome face and deep eyes, and looked like a middle-aged man.
"Xixi, I'm back."
"I'm sorry, I came back to see you in the form of a dead spirit. Meeting you when I was alive and meeting Fang Ling when I was about to die are the luckiest things in my life."
Tang Chen smiled heartlessly, and then started to cry.
"You idiot!" Poseidon was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
Ignoring Fang Ling who was standing next to her, tears of joy flowed down her face as she hugged the undead Tang Chen tightly.
The fist hit his back hard, creating cracks on Tang Chen's body, which were then repaired under the power of death.
He coughed twice and hurriedly stopped her, "Don't use too much force. This undead body is very inconvenient. I am only at level 90 right now, and you, at level 99, blasted me to pieces in one blow. It will take a lot of divine power to condense again."
Tang Chen is a semi-divine soul, and can only condense the undead with divine power.
The same will be true of Tang San's Shura soul in the future.
Poseidon rebuked harshly: "Why did you leave back then, you idiot, don't you know what I mean?"
Tang Chen rubbed his head and said, "I really didn't know it at the time. I only thought of it later when I was in the Slaughter City. But out of my own pride and dignity as a man, even though I understood the meaning of your words, I didn't want to break my promise to become a god and then return."
"You idiot!" Poseidon raised his hand and then put it down. He wanted to hit him but couldn't bear to do it. He could only curse him harshly and then nodded Tang Chen's head.
Without letting Tang Chen explain, she firmly held his hand and bowed to Fang Ling, her tone full of sincerity: "Thank you, Your Majesty the God of Death, for saving Tang Chen's soul."
"I will do my best to ensure that Her Royal Highness the Divine Consort can smoothly inherit the throne of the Sea God."
The goal is achieved, and you can get another powerful undead later.
It’s really good, really good!
Fang Ling waved his hand: "Just let it go, don't take care of them deliberately, if they are about to fail, you can take action."
"Yes." Poseidon bowed respectfully to Fang Ling again like a subordinate.
Several people went to Poseidon Island together. Tang Chen endured Poseidon's scolding. Fang Ling raised his lips slightly and said, "Undead spirits cannot reproduce for the time being. The power of death will corrode the human body. Poseidon, remember to use the power of Poseidon to offset it."
"Ah?" Poseidon was confused. Suddenly he thought of something and an indelible blush instantly flashed across his face.
Tang Chen was still laughing, but his hands were tightly around Poseidon's slender waist.
(End of this chapter)
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