My ten thousand ways to die in the end

Chapter 228 Resurrection of the Undead Monarch
Xu Fei was really speechless. He didn't know why his split soul became so unreliable after merging with the skull of the undead.

This is quite different from his own temperament.

If it wasn't for the fact that the induction of one soul cannot be faked, he would even wonder if his split soul has been transferred.

The saying that a person cannot be resurrected after death has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

After the apocalypse, the beauty of life makes people cherish it even more.

Now someone tells them that they can have a second life after death, who is not shocked.

Everyone followed behind the undead monarch, wanting to see what skills this strange red skull had.

Dong Xiaobai even joked:
"Brother, so many people are watching, if you don't have the ability, you should stay out of the way.

lest I be ashamed. "

Behind him, his father grabbed Dong Xiaobai's ear.

The fat flesh on the ear is stretched twice as long, like a gummy candy.

"You think everyone is like you, and you even set up a warm wine to kill the evil god's spokesperson, and you lost the face of your ancestors!"

Dong Xiaobai wanted to refute, but the severe pain in his ears and the blow to his heart made him dejected.

"I said, can we mention something happy?"

Dong Dahai didn't bother to talk to him, and said to the undead monarch in front:
"Don't worry, do it to the best of your ability, it doesn't matter if you fail."

In fact, Undead Monarch exudes fierce confidence from start to finish.

It seems that this matter is no more than a piece of cake for him.

He came to a dead body. Judging from his clothes, this guy should be an elite mercenary in the command center.

There are several blood holes in the neck.

It is estimated that some kind of poisonous insect took a bite while crawling.

From the throat to the chest, it was pitch black, and the violent toxins corroded his entire body along these wounds.

What can be confirmed is that this guy is dead beyond death.

The undead monarch squatted down, and the long feathered wings behind him hung down to the ground.

It's just that those white feathers seem to have some mysterious power. Dust and mud stick to them, and they will be renewed with a light shake.

That's good, so I don't have to take a bath.

He stroked the forehead of the corpse with his blood-red skeleton palm.

The mouth kept chanting ancient and mysterious spells.

"Jiuuuuuuuuuuu..."

No one could understand what he was talking about, not even Xu Fei.

He couldn't help but slander in his heart:
"Are you sure this spell works?"

"Of course it's useless, just to look more handsome and mysterious..."

Xu Fei was speechless.

He really didn't know where such a strange thing came from. Apart from trying to make himself look more cool, he didn't think about other things at all.

But now that this was the case, Xu Fei was naturally embarrassed to expose it.

Needless to say, this move worked.

The people around him actually felt a little headache when they heard those strange syllables coming out of his mouth.

Coupled with his blood-red skeleton body, it is really like a demon from hell descending on the world, chanting the oldest and most evil spell, and summoning the evil spirits from hell.

The eyes of everyone looking at the undead monarch suddenly changed.

"It sounds amazing..."

"Could it be that this guy is really an undead monarch from hell?"

Within a few seconds, blood-red flames burned inexplicably on that corpse!
The flesh and blood of the whole body was continuously concentrated under the burning of the flames, and wisps of blood-red energy were extracted from the flesh and blood, and continuously merged into the bones of the whole body.

Every bone is covered with a blood-red network.

These red lines kept moving, like earthworms one after another, and finally all disappeared under the bones.

The corpse dries up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pieces of flesh and blood dissipated, and finally turned into a white skeleton.

The undead monarch withdrew his hand and lightly flicked his skull:
"Come back, poor undead lingering at the gates of hell, your friends and relatives are waiting for you..."

A brand new soul fire suddenly appeared inside the skull.

Although compared to the blood-red soul fire in the head of the undead monarch, it is only about one-tenth the size.

But this kind of vitality cannot deceive others.

The crowd quickly gathered around:
"Hey bro, how are you feeling now, do you know who you are?"

"Stand up and move."

But the strange thing is that no matter how everyone shouted, the skeleton on the ground seemed to be a model, motionless.

What happened?
Xu Fei walked over and looked at the undead monarch who pretended to be profound.

Communicate with your inner soul:
"What the hell are you doing? Why can't the skeleton move?"

After splitting the soul, the other party's answer came immediately:
"Ontology, I seem to have overestimated my own strength.

Damn, I just woke up, this body doesn't contain much power at all, just halfway through the recovery, the power is exhausted.

Now the guy in front of you is completely half-finished!
Although I successfully recalled the opponent's soul and transformed the body, I couldn't combine the two into one!

It's over, it's over, it's a shame this time.

Lend me a little of your power of faith.

We are one, and my embarrassment is equivalent to your embarrassment, the great body. "

Xu Fei was almost out of breath.

He had already thought that his new sub-soul was unreliable, but he didn't expect it to be so unreliable.

He was so preoccupied with how to be handsome that he even forgot to check the energy reserves in his body.

"I really want to tear your bones apart!"

Xu Fei cursed secretly in his heart.

But there is no way, the subordinates who made it by themselves have to help wipe their asses.

He still has a lot of power of faith.

In fact, he didn't use any of these beliefs himself, only the god of rat plague and vines used it frequently.

In the command center, Xu Fei's prestige has already overwhelmed everyone. In the eyes of the survivors, Xu Fei is undoubtedly the savior of the doomsday. In many places, survivors have spontaneously erected statues for Xu Fei.

These powers of faith poured into his body continuously every day.

But he handed it over to the God of Rat Plague and Vine for development.

In addition to his share, the God of Rat Plague and Vine also has his own source of belief.

Those three tall vine walls, there are still many people relying on vines to make a living, and there are ratmen soldiers who help people in the street to defend Le Bao's family.

These are the things survivors depend on.

Adding the two together, the power of faith stored in the body is already frighteningly high.

It is more than enough to give it to the undead monarch to squander once.

Xu Fei glared at the other party:
"Only this time, if you want to use these powers in the future, you have to save them yourself and develop believers yourself.

If you're so unreliable, I'll tear you down and remake you! "

The undead monarch nodded again and again.

The next moment, from the invisible passage in the dark void, the ancient and huge power of faith poured directly into the body of the undead monarch.

The god of rats and vines in the distance also sent a sentence along this passage:
"Take it, handsome skull brother, remember to help me bring some more flower seeds to the top of the mountain.

The green wall of vines is so monotonous that I am tired of seeing it. "

The three are originally one, and it is a trivial matter to borrow the power of faith from each other.

The undead monarch also replied to the distance:
"Of course, my brother, what flowers do you want?

How about a red rose, it goes with my color, doesn't it? "

"Sure, but I wish there was a little more variety."

The dark red flame in his head became more and more vigorous, and the red light on his body became brighter and brighter.

There is no doubt that his strength is rising rapidly!
Looking at the motionless skeleton corpse on the ground, he snapped his fingers lightly.

The finishing touch directly made the newborn skeleton have vitality, and a carp rolled over from the ground, checking its body in a hurry.

"I... Am I dead? How can I still be here? How can my body become like this?"

Hearing his words, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the people who survived are still the same people as before.

(End of this chapter)