i have a dead world

Chapter 296 Soul Surgery

"The soul fragments must be split! Otherwise, the body of the god of death cannot be activated! The breath of the undead of [-] million is equivalent to a waste of money!"

"The effect of the body of the god of death is very powerful. I can find a new and powerful system for the body of the god of death to learn when developing advanced different world planes in the future, so that it can become a more powerful help!"

An Baichen made up his mind, and he tried to divide his soul fragments with divine power.

"Well"

As soon as the divine power entered the body and touched the soul, An Baichen didn't feel anything special yet.

There is even a sense of warm and cozy comfort.

This is because this divine power originally belonged to An Baichen himself, and has a high degree of compatibility with An Baichen's soul. It will not cause any harm to An Baichen's soul. On the contrary, this divine power has the effect of nourishing and repairing the soul .

But as An Baichen began to control his divine power, and began to try to tear his soul apart, when he was about to split a little soul fragments out, a pain that was so intense that he couldn't resist spread all over An Baichen's body in an instant!
"Ahhhh!"

The pain was so strong that An Baichen couldn't bear it. When he opened his mouth, his voice burst out uncontrollably. The pain spread from his head and spread all over his body in less than a second.

It's a strangely intense pain, not the pain of neurofeedback in a specific part of the body, but the hallucination of pain all over the body.

This is an irresistible pain, and it cannot be eliminated. The details of the soul can reflect and affect one's own body.

As the intense soul pain spread throughout his body, An Baichen couldn't help but stop controlling his divine power to divide his soul.

An Baichen's face was pale at the moment, he was panting heavily and bent over, there was a thin layer of sweat beads on his forehead, the sweat had already wet his back.

"No, it's impossible to divide your own soul fragments with divine power."

It took An Baichen a long time to recover, and he thought about another way with lingering fear: "It's as if a person can't strangle himself, even if a person can strangle himself unconscious, but at the moment of unconsciousness, the arm They will also involuntarily lose strength and cannot die."

"My current situation is very similar to this situation. Although the divine power has enough strength to divide the soul, the division of the soul is not as simple as cutting the flesh from the body. The huge pain of the division of the soul is enough to affect the use of any power of one's own."

"This is not something that can be persevered with a strong will. Even a real god may affect the use of his own divine power when his soul is hurt. My current level of knowledge and control in the field of divine power is just a level. It’s just a baby, and it’s impossible to split one’s own soul with divine power.”

"We can only find another way."

An Baichen is not such a person who gives up easily. Even though he is already shaking with pain, he still has to grit his teeth and continue to divide his soul with common sense.

This is enough to show that An Baichen is not afraid of pain, but that he really cannot divide his soul with divine power.

The pain of this kind of soul splitting is really unbearable. No matter where there are humans who can grit their teeth and endure this pain, whether it is a god or a demon, they will all look at it with admiration.

There is no shortage of such persevering people in every world, whose spiritual will is so strong that even gods are shocked.

An Baichen didn't think he was this kind of person, he was just stubborn and refused to admit defeat easily, especially bowing his head to himself.

"The splitting of the soul fragments I am facing now is a difficult problem, but it is not worth mentioning in front of the real soul pain and torture. This is just a small skill of soul technology, which is equivalent to the most entry-level surgery."

"I have to overcome all the difficulties. If I want to be strong, then this will be a scene I have to go through."

An Baichen saw very clearly that no strong man is easily forged without going through hardships.

If you want to become a real god of death, you must understand the true meaning of death; if you want to become a real god, you must experience the pain that all gods will experience.

"Use the undead altar."

An Baichen's eyes fell on the huge undead altar: "It is an external factor for me, and only external factors can help me complete the division of my soul fragments now."

"And the undead altar belongs to the power under my control. As long as the standard is set, it will never hurt me, and my soul will not die because of a bad grasp."

After An Baichen made up his mind, he did not divide the soul immediately, but went to the altar of the undead, created several ghosts and used the altar of the undead to test.

The ghost itself belongs to the soul body, which is much stronger than ordinary human souls. An Baichen estimates that the soul strength of low-level ghosts should not be much different from him.

If low-level ghosts can withstand the soul division of the undead altar, then An Baichen himself should not have much problem.

In order to ensure the success rate, An Baichen provided his own divine energy for the undead altar to use, replacing the undead breath as the original driving ability of the undead altar, and the divine power will be more useful.

After An Baichen started the experiment, the entire undead world centered on the altar of the undead, and an extremely strong ghost scream broke out.

The scream of pain came far away, containing pain.

After several experiments, An Baichen finally came to a conclusion.

"The undead altar's ability to grasp the division of souls is very precise, at least more accurate than when I control the divine power myself."

"It is indeed the only special world building in the undead world, just like the most sophisticated machine."

An Baichen breathed a sigh of relief: "Considering that the altar of the undead itself is used for the functions of plane shuttle, transportation, and search, such effects require extremely powerful positioning capabilities. Naturally, the small matter of soul division can't trouble it."

"I was too cautious."

An Baichen shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to walk up to the altar of the undead.

In the end, An Baichen still hesitated for a simple reason.

He is afraid of pain.

How many heroes are fearless, without fear of sacrifice and pain for their beliefs.

But An Baichen thinks that he is not such a ruthless person, he is just an ordinary person, so it is instinctive to be afraid of pain, not to mention the pain of soul separation.

When the soul was not really divided just now, the pain was almost unbearable. When the soul is really divided, is the pain that people can bear?

An Baichen made up his mind and ordered the will of the undead world to take over the basic control of the undead altar: "After I enter the altar, don't let me out until the division is successful!"

[Ok, manager. 】

Men, be tough on yourself!
An Baichen swaggered into the altar of the undead.

"Shh!"

A barrier composed of undead breath rises out of thin air, like a tortoise shell completely surrounding the altar of the undead, and the thick surface of the undead breath cover flows endlessly like black jade, preventing any dead corner for An Baichen to escape.

"So cruel?"

The corners of An Baichen's eyes couldn't help twitching, he always felt that he was torturing himself.

[Dear manager, the soul division has officially begun, please get ready. 】

"Don't divide too much, just a little soul fragment is enough!"

As soon as An Baichen's words fell, a wave of divine power was drawn from his body, and then poured into the pattern of the magic circle on the platform of the undead altar. In the next second, a wave of divine power turned into a rope and spread to An Baichen's body.

The rope of divine power penetrated into the skin, quickly approached the soul, and began the precise "surgery" of soul division!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The loud and desolate screams sounded immediately, echoing throughout the world of the undead.

The voice contained desolation and misery, so that Yan Yumo, who had just returned to the world of the undead from Esk to rest, staggered and was frightened.

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