No one knows how long it took.

Two people who were madly hurting each other, in their distortion and rage, frantically expressed the anger caused by failure.

From the initial anger of wanting to tear the opponent to pieces, to the chaos when he is completely controlled, the intertwining of blood and vines creates a terrifying scene like hell.

It's like a ridiculous and terrifying dream.

I don't know how long it took.

As the raging vines tightened his body so crazily, he could even vaguely hear the crackling sound of his own bones.

Then there was a loud bang in his consciousness, and he fell into darkness.

He knew that he should be dead.

Died in that battle.

Just before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, he vaguely saw a pair of emerald-like eyes that opened complexly from among the weeping willow-like branches and leaves.

…

That should be death, right?

Just like every death I had ever felt before, it was cold and void.

In other words, death is not really a big feeling, and coldness and emptiness are just illusions that arise when consciousness is dying.

Because he knows that he will not die.

He will never fail to leave himself a way out, just like in his case, he still left himself two opportunities for resurrection.

I just don't know why this time.

His resurrection did not come as quickly as the previous times. Instead, it seemed as if he had waited for a long time, as long as a century had passed.

The system prompts that kept ringing came to his ears.

[Ding! You have gained the supplement of flesh and blood spell power, your constitution points have increased by 100 points, and your ability to control flesh and blood has improved! 】

[Ding! You have gained the supplement of flesh and blood spell power, your constitution points have increased by 150 points, and your ability to control flesh and blood has improved! 】

Similar reminders kept ringing in my ears, followed by the sounds of bones twisting and flesh squirming.

Severe pain!

Unimaginable pain!

It's like the body in the outside world is being chewed by a huge spider, crushed bit by bit in the ferocious mouthparts, and then put back together again.

This process seemed to last a lifetime.

It wasn't until the system prompts gradually stopped that the severe pain began to subside, and when his consciousness fell into nothingness again, he only remembered the last sound ringing in his ears.

[Ding! You have gained a touch of divinity.]

[Ding! Your recovery rate is 9%...]

…

"Head! Head together!! Don't pretend to be dead!! What's wrong with you?! Did you explode?!"

"Why are you lying naked in this damn place!! Wake up quickly!!"

I don’t know how long it took before I heard waves of irritating noise pollution.

Lin En's hazy consciousness slowly showed signs of recovery.

Eyelids slowly opened.

But just when he opened his eyes a little, and before he could even see clearly what was going on, Big Bi Dou came over with a loud snap, and turned his head in one direction with a snap.

(ヾ?????????)——

"Head, head, head! Wake up! Wake up!!"

Accompanied by shouting sounds.

In a clearing surrounded by thick blood mist, a black-haired little loli eagerly grabbed Lin En's neck, sat on the ground, and fanned her.

He was a little conscious at first, but was quickly stirred back.

Beside her, a big tongue swallowed subconsciously, and then crookedly used a few words that Ser Egwene taught him to write, rolled up the sign, and wrote:

"Boss Zuozuo, although I don't like him, but if you hit him like this, you will most likely kill someone."

Zuo Zuo stared.

Stopped.

Beside her, a young man dressed in ancient medieval aristocratic clothing knelt there on one knee, holding Lin En's shoulders, and said in deep thought:

"I just checked his body. Except for the kidneys, there are no other serious problems. And it seems that he has just consumed the chance of resurrection given to him by the mistress. Before that, he should be

He died once, but the strange thing is..."

The young man was thinking and looking at Lin En's body. M.

"His physique seems to have greatly increased. Compared with before, he is now..."

Then, under the glared gazes of Zuo Zuo and Da Tongue, the young man stretched out his hand thoughtfully, and with the flash of light, a bone-cutting knife appeared in his hand with a swipe.

Zuo Zuo said in confusion: "Sir Egwene, what are you going to do?"

But she wasn't done yet.

Just heard a popping sound.

Zuo Zuo: "(ΩДΩ) Wow ya ya ya!!"

Accompanied by an explosion of plasma.

One of Linn's hands was cut off by Ser Egwene with one blow, and blood flowed everywhere.

But a strange scene appeared. The plasma that was shot out seemed to have a life of its own. It climbed up and then quickly moved towards Lin En's broken body like a colony of ants returning to their nest.

The arms gathered together, and the hand actually started to squirm, trying to go back on its own.

Both Zuo Zuo and Xiao Baobao were stunned by this scene.

Ser Egwene narrowed her eyes.

Watching the broken arm slowly climb out of flesh and blood vines, watching them reach towards the broken hand, and then connect together smoothly, the scars on the wrist also began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But when it was half healed, the wound seemed to remember something, and a blood vessel suddenly protruded from it.

Pooh--

Spit on Ser Egwene.

Then he quickly went back in, and his arm healed quickly.

Sir Egwene: "..."
Chapter completed!