Chapter 736: Heart of the Fetal God (II)
Like the claws of an evil ghost stretched out from hell, countless golden tentacles quickly wrapped around Chitao's wrists and ankles, and even pierced his muscles and bones, nailing him firmly to the spot.
A tentacle slid into his mouth like a poisonous snake, instantly blocking the screams.
The tentacles slowly tightened, Akata's body kept twitching, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
He widened his eyes, and a small figure slowly raised by the tentacles reflected in his pupils, while his tender face looked extremely hideous and terrifying under the tentacles.
Although Liu Sheng's body is very weak now, by surprise, he controlled the person in front of him.
The last time Liu Sheng failed was that he actually put himself in a siege. This time he fought alone and instantly controlled the situation.
Do you want to kill him?
The tentacles gradually approached, as if they were hesitating.
Akatao seemed to notice this hesitation, his eyes flashed with a prayer, and his mouth was sobbing, as if he had something to say.
The tentacles slowly moved away from his mouth, but were still circling threateningly beside him, ready to block possible screams.
"Please let me go..." Chitao's voice trembled with fear, "Master Fetal God..."
Liu Sheng thought about it and remembered that this high-dimensional analysis belongs to the fetal god drum, and that reward - the fetal god fruit.
So, is the god in this world the fetal god?
That is the extremely powerful force that descended from the void?
"It seems that you are still smart..."
The tip of the tentacle cracked, and a hoarse sound slowly came from the sharp-toothed mouthparts.
[Hehe, it's finally my turn to say this...the villain's special term for the protagonist. 】
Liu Sheng was very satisfied with this line.
But this sentence sounded so creepy to Chitao.
"You... are really the fetal god?"
Akata's eyes were filled with horror.
Although there are secret surprises, there are more horrors.
The only response to him was countless tentacles that slowly approached.
Chitao hurriedly lay down on the ground and begged for mercy, "My dear fetal god, he is so young that he doesn't know the beads. It's really... How could you be reincarnated in a girl?"
"Ha, what about girls?"
"Girl...Girl..."
"Say."
"According to the "Feal Nerve", a woman is a dirty body and cannot carry the power of the fetal god and cannot become a god."
Liu Sheng said coldly, "Give me your scriptures."
Akatao was firmly fixed by tentacles, and he could only say in a trembling voice: "In my chest..."
Tentacles gently lifted his robe sleeve.
At this moment, the man shouted, and a cold light flew out from his chest.
The tentacles that were exploring their chest broke instantly, and then the cold light did not stop and pointed directly at Liu Sheng's baby body.
A hint of coldness flashed in Liu Sheng's eyes.
Countless tentacles quickly intertwined into a net, protecting her body, and firmly grasping the cold light in the net.
The cold light was extremely powerful, and it kept drilling into the net, constantly tearing the tentacles like sharp blades, burning every inch of the tentacles.
But the tentacles were stacked layer by layer, as if endless. As they were wiped out, the energy of the cold light gradually swallowed up, revealing their original appearance - a refined rib covered with shining blood runes, with strange light and extremely unknown. Akatao was disbelief and stared at the baby's small hands, tightly holding his ribs that originally belonged to him. His cold eyes swept over him, and immediately made the hairs all over his body stand up.
"This is not like the etiquette that should be used to the fetal god." Tentacles made a cold voice.
"You weirdo!" Chitao shouted almost hysterically, "How dare you call the fetal god! Don't defame the name of the fetal god!"
His face was distorted with anger, his eyes were flashing with reluctance and fear, his lips trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself:
"It must be that my ceremony went wrong...it must be...or why would I attract such a thing..."
He seemed to be talking to himself, or he was denying himself, his brows sometimes frowned and sometimes stretched, and the fear and doubt in his heart kept eroding him and tearing his cognition.
Liu Sheng did not give him the chance to continue to struggle, and continued to speak coldly: "Then what do you think the fetal god... should look like? Why can't it be me?"
Chitao's pupils shrank suddenly, and a chill spread from his spine to his limbs, as if something deep in his soul had been touched.
Fear pounced on him like a tide. He wanted to escape, but his body was firmly bound by countless tentacles.
"You...you are like this? No, it's impossible! It's absolutely impossible!"
"You don't know, don't you?"
"I don't know? I don't know..."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Chitao's voice became weaker and weaker, his face was as pale as paper, and blood flowed out from the huge wound on his chest.
As he whispered, bright red liquid spilled down the corner of his mouth and flowed on the cold ground.
He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest. The light in his eyes dimmed a little bit, as if he was a little regretful, and there was endless helplessness, and finally he was only dead silence...
Chitao is dead.
I don’t know if it is due to trauma, the collapse of beliefs, or the backlash caused by the failure of the ritual.
In short, it was beyond Liu Sheng's expectations that he died too quickly.
Liu Sheng's tentacles gently penetrated Chi Tuo's chest wound and found that it was just such a piece of ribs, and the other ribs had not been refined.
Looking at Chituo's relics, there are two sutras in the package: one is "Feal Nerve", which means the sutras about the gods in this world - the fetal God; and the other is called "Spiritual Fetal Practice Records". After a brief look, it is a method of practice, and it also includes various sacrifice techniques and rituals.
In addition, there should be a bowl made of skulls, and a string of beads that seem to be ground from bones of unknown animals. They look gloomy, but they can sense an inexplicable energy when touched.
Liu Sheng's heart moved and he put it away.
...
After a while, the door of the refining room finally opened again.
The monk wearing a red robe and a hood walked out of it, holding a bright red and ghostly spiritual weapon in his hand.
"It's done?" the weird man guarding the weapon refining room asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." The monk responded softly, his voice hoarse and exhausted.
"Why did I hear some sound inside?"
"Something happened."
A trace of joke flashed in the weirdo's eyes, and there was a little expectation: "No, I'm going to attract... something I shouldn't have?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
The monk replied lightly, shaking the rattle stiffly in his hand, and slowly walked out without looking back.
The weirdo looked at his slightly stereotypical and much thinner back and sneered loudly:
"Hmph, people who don't know how to respect the elderly really think that they will be able to be complacent after they are refined. Be careful that the fetal spirit will not bring blessings to you. The spiritual weapon may become a magic weapon sooner or later!"
"But the artifact is not bad, but it just can't become a god..."
He cursed and turned around and walked into the refining room, then took a breath of air conditioning.
"Really, it's everywhere... I have to clean it again..."