There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 146: The Birth of the Evil God's Offspring

I don't know how this fake guy survived. The thing he gave was indeed powerful, but it could only fire one shot.

At this moment, the two looked at each other.

Xiao Yang saw that the guy opposite him was starting to show his health bar.

Robert
Rank: Lord

Level: 40

Another level 40 guy.

After this fight, Xiao Yang was very tired, and some of the cards in his hand were also used up.

In this situation, if another one comes, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it.

But there is no need to panic, he should thank this guy for giving him the Eye of Sleep.

A dark and turbid crystal ball was removed, and a clear and transparent crystal ball was reinstalled. Xiao Yang fiddled with the statue in his hand in front of the fake Robert opposite him.

The expression on the other side became more and more ugly, while Xiao Yang had a big smile on his face.

Xiao Yang held up the Eye of God in his hand, and the statue broke away from Xiao Yang's palm and rose into the sky on its own. Soon after, a gray-white sun appeared in the scarlet field.

The impostor disappeared. Under the gaze of the gray-white sun, he seemed to possess an extremely powerful ability to hide. With this ability, he escaped from the lock of the Blood Eye Tower and the Eye of God.

But it’s not a big problem, it’s enough to force him back.

The really tricky and difficult thing was about to begin. He turned around and looked behind him, at the tall crystal altar and the huge red crystal wall.

At this moment, the interior of the red crystal wall became turbid because of the appearance of a figure.

The tender arms gently scratched the inside of the crystal wall, and the eyes were opened with force. From the appearance, it was just an ordinary baby, until Xiao Yang and this seemingly ordinary baby officially met eyes and met its indifferent eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Yang exhaled from his chest, trying to calm himself down.

He choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood dripped out from the gap in the dragon hunter's armor helmet, and Xiao Yang quickly pulled open the mask.

It took too long, and the minor injury of internal organ vibration was turned into internal organ damage. The cough just now made him vomit blood continuously. It could be pulmonary bleeding or gastric bleeding, either is possible. It took away half of his life in one go. Such a bad situation continued until a green life plus ten popped up on Xiao Yang's head again.

Xiao Yang's face was covered in blood, his own blood, but he was indifferent to it. After calming down, he raised his head again and looked at the baby in the red crystal wall in front of him, at the offspring of the evil god, and at his pair of terrifyingly indifferent eyes.

At this point, the most difficult step is about to begin. Xiao Yang doesn't know whether he can succeed or not, nor does he know whether his idea can be effective.

But he did not hesitate and decided to do it, and he had to do it. This stubbornness is his advantage.

Wipe the blood off your face.

Xiao Yang took out one thing after another.

To hold this forbidden wishing ceremony, not much is required: flesh and blood, soul, and something else that can support the flesh and blood and soul.

But no one had ever attempted to sacrifice to a real god, a living god.

The offspring of the evil god is more like a part of the evil god, a part of the degraded power.

Before Xiao Yang, no one had tried this, and there was no predecessor to give Xiao Yang a sample.

What to give? Xiao Yang could only estimate, Xiao Yang could only try to give, but fortunately, fortunately, he still had a lot of messy things on him.

Corpse oil, the world's fetal membrane (life), the heart of the dragon of light and darkness, a bit of resting divinity, the heart of the elements, the intervention of the gods' game, and the unborn offspring of the evil god in front of him.

The Heart of Elements was something Xiao Yang added after seeing the red crystal wall used as the breeding ground for the offspring of the evil god.

In fact, there are not enough things.

The corpse oil, the heart of the Dragon of Light and Darkness, and the body of the Evil God's offspring—these were considered the flesh and blood of the ritual. The Evil God's will within the Evil God's offspring was the soul of the ritual.

Resting divinity, serving as the backbone that balances flesh and soul in rituals.

There is also the Heart of Elements, but I don’t know if it will be useful yet.

It was a very reckless ceremony, but there was no better way now. After laying out the things, Xiao Yang began the ceremony.

Under the gaze of the baby in the crystal wall, Xiao Yang took out the half-broken candle of soul and flesh from his personal backpack.

Xiao Yang found this half candle in front of the statue of the evil god, and finally Xiao Yang returned it to the evil god.

After lighting the candle, Xiao Yang didn't know whether this candle of flesh, blood and soul would be effective. He was worried until a strange fragrance came from this half candle of flesh, blood and soul.

A very strange smell, the aroma of meat, a smell that is hard to describe.

“It’s useful, it’s useful!”

Xiao Yang saw the baby in the red crystal wall in front of him begin to stretch his body in the smell.

Xiao Yang stared intently at everything happening in front of him while continuously pouring life potion into his mouth.

Life was restored a little.

Finally, as the evil god's offspring stretched his body unconsciously, cracks began to appear on the red crystal wall, and his birth was truly about to begin.

It was just a crack, but it brought unparalleled pressure to Xiao Yang.

This was a more direct confrontation with the evil god than the one in the sewer. The false spirit was rapidly declining, and everything in front of Xiao Yang was changing drastically in the blur.

Xiao Yang's sanity began to decline madly, and his false spirit fell rapidly.

It was soon completely exhausted.

Five points of spirit, four points of spirit, three points of spirit, one point of spirit.

Xiao Yang's spirit completely hit rock bottom, reaching an incomparable dangerous situation.

Suddenly, the world has changed dramatically.

Blood vessels, piles of flesh and blood, scarlet veins, Xiao Yang suddenly found himself there again on the fourth floor of the Skeleton Dungeon. He was basically in a rotten chest cavity, stepping on a blood vessel flowing with pus, facing a heart that was still slowly bleeding.

In this huge heart, countless pale arms climbed on it like parasites.

Under the dense clinging of pale arms, this heart has become riddled with holes.

But it is still beating slowly and powerfully.

Xiao Yang vaguely heard a cry, and in a trance, he saw a terrifying figure composed of countless pale arms clustered together.

The horrifying scene was broken until a little fire appeared, a faint fire, a golden fire.

With just one glance, Xiao Yang knew where the fire came from.

Xiao Yang lowered his head and saw the lantern on his waist.

Everything in front of him shattered, and Xiao Yang returned to the scarlet altar again. In front of him, the red crystal wall had been broken into pieces for the most part, and this terrifying baby was about to be born.

Xiao Yang's old friend was almost going out, and only a faint spark remained on the wick of the lantern.

"Thank you, old friend!"

As soon as the words came out, Xiao Yang no longer paused, and there was no time to pause. He strode towards the broken red crystal wall step by step.

Xiao Yang is going to really face this damn thing!

(End of this chapter)