Peerless Sword God

"Stinky Langren! Stupid brother!"

Suddenly, a familiar and pleasant voice sounded.

"You big lazy boy, don't sleep, get up quickly."

The urging sound was accompanied by coquettishness and gentle pushing.

His eyes slowly opened, and there was confusion and confusion in Langren's eyes.

What caught his eye was his sister's beautiful face with almond eyes and peach cheeks. She was looking at him angrily with her small mouth pursed.

Bai Luo?

Wasn't I with Mengbai just now?

Am I dreaming?

He slowly sat up and looked at his sister in front of him. For some reason, his eyes were still blurry. He was not excited, happy, or surprised, but he was less resistant than when he faced Mengbai.

"Wow…"

At this time, a baby's cry rang out from Bai Luo's arms.

He is a white and fat baby, about one year old, he looks very cute, and he is a boy.

"Oh, baby, if you don't cry, you're hungry, right?" Bai Luo held the baby in her arms and gently patted her back to coax.

"What are you doing standing around? Why don't you go stir-fry?"

After glaring at Lang Ren, Bai Luo urged, then untied her breast and started feeding the baby.

"Stir-fried vegetables? Have I returned to town..."

"Strange, when did my sister have a child?"

Lang Ren frowned, looking at the scene in front of him, he didn't feel warm, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

Glancing at his sister silently, he turned around and left, entering the living room.

"Was everything before this a dream I had while sleeping in the house?"

Looking at the familiar layout, he could hardly tell his own situation and was full of confusion.

"Aren, did you sleep well?" Mother greeted her kindly in the living room.

"Your dad had a good harvest today. He came back from hunting two porcupines and picked some beans. He came over to help and gave your little sister a drink to stimulate her lactation. This fat boy of ours has a great appetite."

The soybeans peeled off one by one. My mother smiled while peeling the beans, full of warmth.

"Father?"

Langren was slightly startled.

For some reason, when he heard his mother's words, he felt a surge of anticipation in his heart.

The next second, a tall middle-aged man in an apron came out of the kitchen, smiled and cursed: "You brat, if you don't come over here to help, I'm already sleeping until noon."

This familiar voice made Langren's heart tremble.

The long-lost warmth emerged.

There was a long silence.

"Father, I miss you very much." Langren said softly.

"You brat, when did you become so disgusting?" The father frowned, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish, and there was a look of relief.

Suddenly, Langren lowered his head, remained silent, turned around and left, heading outside the house.

"Child, where are you going? Are you not eating?"

Behind him, looking at Lang Ren who was in a strange state, his father and mother asked anxiously, as if they were worried.

Stopping, in the sunshine, Langren turned his back to them and raised his head.

"Well, I won't eat anymore."

"I am very happy to see you dead again."

The words fell.

"Pap..."

Water droplets fell on the surface of the water, causing ripples in circles.

The house in front of me, my parents, and my sister all disappeared in an instant, shattering in the ripples.

Like a dream bubble.

The sky was gloomy, and there was endless water beneath our feet and above our heads.

In the center of the water, there stood a majestic bone mountain. The countless bones piled together formed a heart-stopping sense of oppression.

Where is this place?

Langren watched the sudden change in the scene, and the confusion in his eyes was dissipating.

He looked up.

On the top of the Bone Mountain stands a large throne made of skulls, and on the throne sits a tall monster with a wolf head and human body. It has its legs crossed and its left hand is supporting its cheek. It looks like it is taking a lazy rest. With.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are six dragon horns on its head, a mouth full of fangs, and four scarlet eyes on its cheeks, which are all bones. Without a trace of emotion, its tall body makes people feel... An aura that threatens to overwhelm the world.

At this time, it seemed that it had sensed Langren's appearance. The wolf-headed monster changed its usual lazy look, stood up, and looked down the bone mountain.

"Wolf Head Talisman?"

Looking at the four scarlet eyes, Lang Ren was slightly startled, as if he had been struck by thunder.

In an instant, a large number of memories emerged, reminding him of many things in an instant.

The wolf-headed monster in front of him was very similar to his original second soul, but its aura was extremely terrifying.

Although it was the first time he faced a wolf-headed monster, he always knew that it was the wolf-headed talisman that was protecting his soul.

For some reason, when facing this terrifying wolf-headed monster, he felt a sense of intimacy and control.

"You can't control it yet. It has formed a bond with you, but it lacks the main personality and cannot leave your body. It automatically attacks anyone. Only when your soul is strong enough can you master it. While it guards your soul, It can also be a huge help to your soul.”

Just as Langren and the wolf-headed monster were looking at each other in trance, a gentle voice sounded, interrupting his thoughts.

Is there anyone else here?

Langren turned around sharply and looked back.

In front of his eyes, a handsome man appeared.

He has the same face as Lang Ren, but his aura is full of vicissitudes and gentleness, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

There were no black lines on his cheeks, nor were there any glasses, but a pair of deep, dark eyes. Strangely, this man who looked exactly like Lang Ren had a very illusory figure, looked like a ghost, and was very faint.

"My name is Mahamuliang, hello, Lang Ren." The man smiled slightly, with his hands behind his back, and his black eyes were as bright as stars, giving people a feeling of great wisdom and cleanliness.

Pure, spotless, vicissitudes and palpitations.

This was Lang Ren's first impression of Mahamuliang, and he felt that he could not be profaned, and it was very comfortable and peaceful to be together.

Although Mahamuliang's soul was very faint, it was full of a noble feeling that was definitely not possessed by a normal soul, which was something that low-level civilized creatures had never possessed.

"You are... the system? My previous life god?"

When facing the sudden appearance of Mahamuliang and having the same face as himself, Lang Ren did not show any surprise, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago and acted very normally.

"You are very smart, worthy of my genes." Maha Wuliang nodded, with admiration in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Langren closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was clarity in his eyes.

Now, in this soul space, without the bad feeling of being surrounded by everyone, he has remembered everything, got rid of the muddled state just now, and his mind has become agile.

"The halberd of Qimiram pierced your body and soul. Now, you are equivalent to a dead state, but your immortal soul has started a new life. To be honest, I am surprised that under the effect of Qimiram, so many souls merged with you, opened the wall of your heart, and made you have no barriers with everyone, but you can still stay awake and resist completion."

Maha Wuliang's eyes were deep, and the admiration in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"If it were me when I was young, it would be difficult for me to do it, because as a human being, we have desires and love. Humans are easily overwhelmed by desires and love. Even if there is no love, it is difficult to resist this great love composed of all mankind. This wave of desire composed of all mankind is enough to overwhelm anyone with a strong mind."