Rebirth of Fantasy God

The process of overcoming the tribulation was full of twists and turns. Wang Mang, who was almost turned into ashes by the tribulation, finally succeeded in overcoming the tribulation. Because the difficulty of the tribulation was too high, Wang Mang could only slack off. He happened to witness the whole process from the appearance of the evil god, the source of terror, to his becoming a saint.

However, Wang Mang was unable to understand what Zang said. This was the only thing he was dissatisfied with about watching the play live. After all, not only could he not understand what was being said, but there were also no subtitles, so his curiosity could not be satisfied.

The communication between saints of different races is naturally different because of their different races and natural languages. Both parties speak to themselves, and the other party relies on the saint's powerful spirit to directly understand what the other party means.

Although he could not understand what the alien saint was saying, which made the viewing experience a little worse, Wang Mang still watched it very seriously, for fear of missing any exciting content.

Wang Mang saw that the undead saint, who had been calm all the time, suddenly changed his expression because of the sudden disappearance of Wang Yan, and there was even a hint of urgency on his face.

Wang Mang was also looking for Wang Yan everywhere. When he finally saw Wang Yan appear again, he had already arrived in front of the Evil God Source of Terror. The tip of the God-killing Spear in his hand was only an inch away from the Evil God Source of Terror's forehead. It was only because the Evil God Source of Terror held the tip of the spear tightly with both hands that he could not move forward.

While Wang Yan activated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, using a force that could shake the heavens and the earth to push the God-killing Spear millimeter by millimeter towards the Evil God Source of Terror's forehead, he looked at Zang on the other side of the black hole and said, "Saint of the Undead Clan, no matter what you are trying so hard to plan, now that I have met the chess piece of the Evil God Source of Terror who has the strength of a saint, don't even think about keeping him. He should have just acquired the strength of a saint and can't use it yet."

To Wang Yan's surprise, Zang was not in a hurry at all when he saw the Evil God Terror Source, who was at a disadvantage in the confrontation and was about to be pierced through the head by Wang Yan's God-killing Spear. He just said calmly, "Human Saint, why do you think you can keep the Evil God Terror Source, who has already reached the Saint realm?"

As if to echo what Zang had just said, the power in the hands of the Evil God Source of Terror suddenly surged, and he actually relied on his left hand to withstand Wang Yan's strength. The Evil God Source of Terror's right hand stretched out to his side, and the next second, a bone as big as a human arm bone appeared in his right hand.

A crisp "ding" sound was heard, and a strong light burst out between Wang Yan and the Evil God's Terror Source. It was caused by the collision between the bone and the God-killing Spear. Wang Yan was shocked. He did not expect that the bone that the Evil God's Terror Source had just taken out could actually block the sharpness of the God-killing Spear. Moreover, judging from the sparks when the two magic weapons collided just now, the texture of this unknown bone was as hard as metal.

Just now, the attacks from both sides collided. Because both sides attacked without reservation, the recoil force was also extremely strong. Wang Yan's God-killing Spear was bounced back. The source of terror of the evil god took this opportunity to break free and retreated, and the distance between himself and Wang Yan was more than ten meters again.

Wang Yan did not pursue, but looked at the arm-like skeleton in the hand of the Evil God Source of Terror, and said to himself: "Interesting, I didn't expect that the innate magic weapon in the world of the undead also has a part of the organization of this kind of creature."

What Wang Yan didn't know at this moment was that the magic weapons in the world of the Undead were a bit strange and did not emit the aura of magic weapons. So when the Evil God Source of Terror just took out this arm bone, Wang Yan didn't pay much attention to it. It was only when that bone blocked the full force attack of the God-killing Spear that Wang Yan realized that the bone in the hand of the Evil God Source of Terror was not simple.

After the evil god, the source of terror, distanced itself from Wang Yan, it disappeared without a word, turning into black smoke.

At this time, Zang's voice sounded: "Human Saint, give up. The source of the evil god's terror at the saint level is not something you, a saint, can grasp. The source of the evil god's terror can quickly appear in the hearts of living beings with the evil thoughts of living beings. Moreover, he has a world-class magic weapon from my undead world and a piece of arm bone from a strong man in the fourth stage of civilization. It is not impossible to subdue him instantly."

Wang Yan looked at Zang and said, "Saint of the Undead, since you are so sure that I cannot catch the source of the evil god's terror, then I will let you see the power of the innate spiritual treasures of my prehistoric world. Powerful magic treasures are not only found in your world of the Undead."

After saying that, Wang Yan took out a rag doll that exuded a strong ominous aura from his own space. Then, Wang Yan thrust the God-killing Spear into the void in front of him. The God-killing Spear stood upright in the air in front of Wang Yan as if it was inserted into the ground.

Wang Yan took a small step closer and carefully scraped the blood from the tip of the God-killing Spear along the bloodstain that had not yet dried.

After doing all this, Wang Yan held the ominous doll in his left hand and stretched out the index finger of his right hand, intending to wipe the blood that had just dripped from the blade of the God-killing Spear on the nail of his index finger onto the mouth of the ominous doll.

When Wang Yan's index finger got close enough, the ominous doll that had behaved like an ordinary but uncomfortable looking doll suddenly seemed to come to life. Its mouth, which was originally sewn with thread, opened like a real mouth, and a suction force was emitted from it, sucking the blood from the nail of Wang Yan's right index finger into its own mouth.

Behind the space black hole, Zang looked at Wang Yan's actions and the terrifying performance of the rag doll that Wang Yan took out, with a serious look on his face. However, Zang also knew that all his chess pieces had been placed, and everything in the prehistoric world was not something he could interfere with, unless he intended to violate the agreement between the saints.

Wang Yan didn't care about Guan Zang's performance, but said to himself: "This is what I think is the most bizarre magic weapon in the prehistoric world. It is called the Three Arrows Book with a Nail Head. For normal use, you only need to shake this rag doll at the target you want to curse, and silently recite the name of the target. After that, you need to kneel down once in the morning, noon and evening for three days, and you can curse the target silently. But you can also do what I just did, provide the blood of the target to be cursed, and then you need to kneel down once in the morning, noon and evening for three days, and you can also curse the target."

After Wang Yan finished speaking, he threw the nail-head three-arrow book doll in his hand to Wang Mang and said, "Wang Mang, the rest of the ceremony is left to you."

After making the arrangements, Wang Yan appeared directly at the edge of the black hole in space, looked at Zang on the opposite side, and said: "Undead Saint, you have been watching over there for so long. You can't do anything. What's the point of staying any longer? Since you don't want to leave, then I have to send you off."