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213 The Changes of the Body's Martial SpiritYang Ping'an didn't know what was happening in the outside world, but he himself was suffering great pain at the moment, enduring the invasion of the black aura.

The god of death is a very special god who controls the power of death and the power of darkness. These two powers can have a serious erosion on the human mind, and one will fall into depravity if one is not careful.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an was feeling this kind of pain, the degree of which was even far greater than that in the City of Slaughter.

Back when he was in the City of Slaughter, Yang Ping'an could rely on his head soul bone and the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to resist the murderous aura of the City of Slaughter. However, facing the aura of death and darkness, the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product was useless. The only thing that could work was the head soul bone.

But under these extremely dark conditions, the whole person seemed to be filled with despair. He could not see any glimmer of hope or any ray of light, and it seemed as if he was about to sink at any moment.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an clenched his teeth, and basically exerted the power of his head soul bone to the extreme, trying his best to resist the two auras. In order to prevent himself from sinking, he basically adopted the method he used to control the field of the God of Killing, silently reciting the Heart Sutra in his mouth, and when he really couldn't bear it anymore, he gritted his teeth, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

For a quasi-Soul Saint like Yang Ping'an, three months is an extremely long time. If it were an ordinary Soul Saint, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for more than a day or two.

But for Yang Ping'an, this little pain was nothing. When he watched his mother die from excessive worry over missing his father, and watched his father turn into pieces and die, that was truly heartbreaking.

If you can even give up your own life, why would you care about death?

More than a month passed, when Yang Ping'an's body was beginning to collapse, he seemed to suddenly think of a question.

According to the original novel, whether it is the City of Slaughter, the Light of Poseidon, or even the Tidal Body Refining on Poseidon Island, its greatest effect is not to greatly increase part of the soul power, but to transform the body through divine power higher than the soul power level, and ultimately make the body become extremely strong.

In the original novel, Tang San's body became much stronger after being transformed by the Light of the Sea God and the Tidal Body Refining, and he was able to perfectly resolve the conflict between his twin martial spirits in the end.

Theoretically speaking, the level of the God of Death should be much higher than that of the God of the Sea, and he would never do such a meaningless thing, which means that these three months definitely have an extraordinary effect.

He has always had two martial souls. The Golden Demon Dragon has now absorbed six soul rings. The direction of cultivation has basically been determined and cannot be changed at all. If he really wants to inherit the position of the God of Death, he can only use his original martial soul that he has never used.

Yang Ping'an has always been very happy about his original martial soul, but he is also very cautious. The biggest problem with twin martial souls is the conflict between the two martial souls. According to the original book, in order to practice twin martial souls, one must enhance and practice one martial soul to the extreme before practicing the other martial soul, otherwise the body will explode.

But there is actually another saying that as long as the physical fitness and bloodline continue to become stronger, the conflict between the two martial souls can naturally be resolved.

There are actually only a few ways to make your body stronger, including constant exercise, absorbing high-quality soul bones, divine tests, etc.

This time with the God of Death was Yang Ping'an's first real contact with a god. This black aura was definitely divine power, and it was also one of the best training methods in Douluo Continent.

However, his own golden dragon martial spirit is totally incompatible with either the power of death or the power of darkness, and even has a certain degree of rejection.

The situation before him seemed to be somewhat similar to the Tidal Body Refining and the Light of the Sea God in the original book, and even stronger, because this power seemed to be able to easily invade his bone marrow, and even his bones suffered great pain.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping'an took back the golden magic dragon martial soul he had been using and began to summon his own martial soul.

At the moment when the original martial soul was summoned, the entire martial soul seemed to be greatly stimulated, as if it had become extremely unruly, and was actually able to contend with the black aura. It was even completely different from the previous calmness of the original martial soul.

You have to know that no matter how harsh the environment was in the past, or any danger encountered in the past, the main body of the martial soul would basically not be stimulated. The only stimulation was when it absorbed the sixth soul ring.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an's entire body was as silver as silver. It was when he absorbed the sixth soul ring that his martial soul awakened to the silver level. It was also after Yang Ping'an had absorbed soul rings for so many years and worked hard to refine his body that his martial soul grew.

You should know that Yang Ping'an's innate soul power was only half level originally, which can be said to be a half-awakened martial soul or a failed awakening. However, after so many years of hard training, he was able to achieve a silver-level awakening. It can be said that on the one hand, it was due to the absorption of soul rings above the level, and on the other hand, it was the effect of the ice and fire body refining plus the addition of multiple fairy herbs.

As time slowly passed, the martial soul of the whole body seemed to be gradually affected by the aura of death and darkness. The originally silver-white torso actually began to have a hint of black aura, or it could be said that black lines gradually appeared on the silver torso, just like the legendary magic lines.

Especially these lines, which seemed to slowly spread all over the body, starting with the limbs, then gradually invading the torso, and finally at the end of the three months, gradually invading the head.

Although Yang Ping'an didn't know what changes had taken place in his body during the past three months, he always felt that he had become much stronger invisibly. It seemed that his martial soul had undergone a slight change, and even his entire body had undergone a slight change, as if he had become much more familiar with the black aura around him.

At this moment, Yang Pingan suddenly thought of a word, that is, the affinity of the sea god in the original book. He felt that the atmosphere around him had become much more friendly. Could this be the so-called affinity?

However, these three months were indeed a great torture for Yang Pingan's body, but Yang Pingan also knew that the test of gods on people would never be so simple, and no god would do meaningless tests.

Just when Yang Ping'an was sighing with relief at finally completing the assessment.

All the black aura disappeared in an instant, and finally turned into a huge weird king. Yang Pingan endured the severe pain in his body and bowed quickly.

At this moment, the Weird King's face looked extremely deep, and he even showed a rare expression: "Not bad, you are very good. I thought you would fail, but I didn't expect you to pass my test."

Yang Pingan quickly said: "Thank you, Lord Death, for your help. I feel like my body has become much stronger."

The Weird King sneered, "Boy, it seems that you have a lot of experience, but as the God of Death, I am not as roundabout as other gods."

"There is one more thing. I have already told you that I only have a trace of divine consciousness now. I cannot give you a test for inheritance. Everything depends on you. Only if you are strong enough can you have a chance to obtain the inheritance of the God of Death."

Yang Ping'an said calmly, "Anyway, thank you for the inheritance, Lord Death. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will do my best to complete it."

The Weird King sneered, "Boy, I advise you not to be so optimistic. The God of Death is the god who cares least about life and death, and is also the god who disregards life the most. I will never be moved by the life and death of a kid like you."

"And the tests I will give you next will only be more severe. If you are not careful, you will die. Then you will never be able to avenge yourself."

"It's not too late for you to regret now. I can still let you leave this place. With your talent, you will be able to take revenge sooner or later. There is no need to rush."

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Yang Ping'an showed a trace of ferocity on his face: "Lord Death, even if I die, I must become stronger. If I can't get revenge, I will die with my eyes open."

The Weird King nodded: "This idea is not bad. If you want to inherit the throne of the God of Death, you must be prepared to die at any time and have an awareness of life and death. But do you know what is the most important thing for a God of Death?"

When Yang Pingan heard what the Weird King said, he thought carefully before speaking: "Lord Death, do you want me to be equally indifferent to life?"

The Weird King snorted coldly, and even Yang Pingan felt his soul tremble: "What a bullshit to ignore life. All life has life and death. This is the eternal law of nature. Even gods are like this."

"However, if you want to truly ignore everything, what you need most is not a certain character, nor a disregard for life and death. Everything is based on strength."

"If you are strong enough, you can decide the life and death of others. You can become any god you want. Not to mention the god of death, even if you want to become the master of the divine world, you can do it as long as you are strong enough."

The words of the Weird King were like a flash of lightning, instantly waking Yang Pingan up. He had been pursuing so many opportunities all along, but in fact it was just to become stronger. Just as the Weird King said, in this world, strength determines everything, and without strength, everything is nonsense.

Instead of making many calculations, he forgot the nature of the world where the strong prey on the weak. Over the years, Tang Hao, Yu Luomian and even Tang San have almost become his inner demons. He only thought about intercepting them and various opportunities, but ignored his own character, or neglected to vent and show his true strength.

Yang Pingan bowed slightly: "Thank you for your guidance, Lord Death. I am beginning to understand the meaning of Death."

The Weird King also nodded: "If you were the inheritor of other gods, they should have given you the corresponding nine-level inheritance test, but I only have a trace of divine consciousness left, so I can't give you a divine test, and I don't care much about the inheritance test myself."

"You only have two choices left: life or death. If you pass, you will have a great opportunity. If you fail, you will die. Do you understand the danger of choosing my inheritance?"

There was no trace of fear on Yang Ping'an's face. On the contrary, he was extremely excited, and his blood even seemed to be boiling inexplicably, as if he was born to be prepared for danger.

"Please give me the test, Senior Death God. I will try my best to pass it no matter what."

But the next words of the Weird King made him a little frightened.

"Assessment? What is an assessment? There is no assessment here, only life and death. What you will face next will not be an assessment, but a cruel competition of life and death."

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