People are coiling dragons, but hell

Chapter 134 Rhapsody of Cuscuta

"It seems that there is no wind fox in Anqiu plane." Yongen chuckled softly.

What he saw along the way, as well as the words explained by this god, made it clear to Yongen that he had been deceived by the merchant of the Black Sand Castle.

"That businessman dares to deceive me. He really doesn't know how to live or die. When I return to hell, he will die." Yongen shook his head slightly.

"I'm afraid you have no chance to return to hell!" The lower god smiled.

"Oh?" Yongen looked at the lower god in front of him with interest, and his interest suddenly became intense.

In Yongen's observation, there are many lives parasitized by Palance in the Anqiu plane. These methods aroused Yongen's great interest.

For gods, the only means to effectively control other people's souls is the soul seed with the rule of death.

However, the special characteristics of some races can break the restrictions of the eleven series of laws, allowing them to do things outside of the laws and rules.

For example, Palance single-handedly parasitized and controlled most of the creatures in the Anqiu plane, turning the Anqiu plane into his back garden.

This has nothing to do with laws, it is simply a means given by the particularity of the race.

Of course, the ability to parasitize countless living beings, and even parasitize dozens of high-level gods, shows the strength of Palance.

However, Yongen showed no fear.

Based on his observations, Palance's method of parasitism is through the soul level. From this, he can infer that Palance is most likely a strong man who is good at the soul level.

As for the soul, as long as it is not Dzogchen, no one can kill Yongen.

"What do you want to do?" Yongen suddenly sat on the ground, holding his cheek with one hand, and said with interest.

Seeing this, the lower god walked over and said, "Guest, won't you resist? There are not many people as sensible as you these days. Don't worry, I will take good care of you and I will definitely let you It will become the greatest masterpiece in the 12 years since I was born."

The lower god licked the corners of his mouth, and his enthusiastic face became a little sicker.

Hundreds of dark red roots suddenly appeared on his body, wrapping around Yongen's body in an instant.

The first section of the vine was like a small snake, with its spike-like roots piercing every inch of Yongen's skin, and a different artistic conception came from the depths of his soul.

Yongen felt that his soul had a tendency to be abnormal, and the branches of the majestic sacred tree turned towards dark red roots.

"Change the soul form, let the parasitized soul become the lower-level replacement of Palance, and then use the high-level form of the race to command these parasitized lives." Yongen mused secretly.

Through a fleeting feeling, Yongen already understood that these parasitized lives still maintained their own form.

But their souls, or part of their souls, have been parasitized and their races have been changed.

Strictly speaking, countless creatures in the Anqiu plane have inadvertently become the lower race of Palans.

The degree of parasitism is so serious that it even becomes an extension of Palance's body. This is obviously the case for the lower god in front of him.

"This Palance's method is really strange." Yongen's eyes flashed with light, and many possibilities flashed through Yongen's heart at this moment.

"Why didn't it work?" The fiery expression of the lower god disappeared suddenly, and he looked at Yongen in astonishment.

When Yongen saw this, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Palance, if you want to parasitize me, you'd better let your true body come out!"

"Sorry, I'm rude." The gentleman bowed, "Guest, since you have the ability to come from hell to the Anqiu plane, you must be a seven-star demon. I didn't give you the respect you deserve. It was my fault. Please don’t take offense, guests.”

The lower god said politely, and suddenly his whole person became twisted. A thick dark red beard grew out from the depths of his soul. In a sudden moment, his whole person turned into a twisted vine. of dodder.

This dodder is red and black, shaped like a swimming dragon, and its climbing body is dozens of meters long. The head of the beard that could be called the head for the time being exuded a dense light, showing an extremely powerful aura. "What move is this?" Yong En was shocked. The perverted lower god in his eyes suddenly transformed into a strange plant with the strength of a seven-star demon.

While he was astonished, the dodder's attack had already arrived with all its fangs and claws.

"Hmph!" Yongen laughed, and cut the dodder in half with one strike of his sword.

The body of the dodder suddenly broke apart.

"You are not a seven-star demon!" A tearing, hoarse voice came from the roots flying all over the sky.

Then, in Yong'en's consciousness, countless creatures trembled strangely.

In an instant, the faces of countless creatures in the sea, in the sky, and on the land looked at them with incomparable enthusiasm.

Their bodies all sprouted dark red dodder seeds, which connected with the ubiquitous thorns. They vibrated with psychedelic magic sounds, played a rhapsody, and rushed towards the castle overwhelmingly.

The few beings who were not parasitized heard this rhapsody and knelt on the ground one after another.

"Great root, it is your brilliance that illuminates the darkness."

"It is your great stature that makes the world free from pain."

"O Holy Vine, please eat my despicable flesh and blood and let me become a part of you."

They raised their arms and sang wildly. Countless vines passed through their bodies and instantly devoured their flesh and blood, making this endless dark red trend grow again.

In just an instant, the tens of thousands of miles around Yongen as the center turned into a dead land.

"The magic sound is well used." Yongen nodded slightly, and his body moved instantly.

Countless majestic eyes suddenly appeared in the sky-blocking roots. As he swung his sword, countless roots were broken and annihilated.

The disappearance of every vine meant the complete death of a living being, but Yongen's heart did not stir up the slightest disturbance.

He continued to wave the long sword in his hand and danced heartily in the countless rushing dark red currents.

The weak space constraints of Anqiu Continent suddenly caused space cracks to appear.

Seeing that the wild surge of roots had no effect, six humanoid plants suddenly grew out of the dark red current surrounding Yongen.

Yongen concentrated his attention and immediately discovered that these humanoid plants were the same as the previous lower gods, and they all suddenly possessed the strength of the seven-star demon.

"Hissssss~"

The six human figures surrounded Yongen, and suddenly their bodies trembled, and streams of eerie light shot out from their souls, forming a misty beard on Yongen's head.

"Enjoy my masterpiece!"

Hoarse, eerie magical sounds came from all directions, and Yongen pretended to be confused.

In his seemingly dull gaze, the misty beard suddenly grew stronger.

"Soul wood!"

With a loud and shrill shout, the misty beard was about to take root in Yongen's soul.

(End of this chapter)