Douluo signed for ten thousand years, Bibi Dong kneeled and begged me to come out

Chapter 370 The Martial Soul City, and the City of Slaughter

In Wuhun City, the prosperity of the past has long disappeared, and there are only broken buildings and broken limbs full of bloody smell everywhere.

The faces of those who fell on the ground were terrified, and it could not be seen that they all experienced great fear before they died.

The smell of blood wafted in every corner of the city, and now it seemed that it was no longer Wuhun City, but the capital of killing.

In the central square, an old man whose white robe was dyed red with blood was staring at the sky.

At this moment, his skin was like a mummy, and the long hair on his back was like dry grass, as if a single spark could ignite it, and it would not be too much to burn it to ashes.

"Tang San, if you killed a whole city of people to achieve yourself, aren't you afraid that you will be rejected by the law of heaven, and will be punished by the heavens and wiped out?"

In the sky, as far as the old man could see, stood a young man with white hair. He had a handsome face, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were blood red.

The young man's face was covered with a certain degree of blood, but it could still be seen from the clothes that belonged to King Lan Hao, wasn't this person Tang San?

And lying on the central square, the old man who was already in his dying years was Qian Renxue's grandfather, Qian Daoliu, the great worshiper of the contemporary Elder Hall.

Beside him, there are a few people who are more familiar with my body, they are Fifteen Ton Douluo and Conquering Demon Douluo who are also enshrined, Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, and those titled Dou who have been following Bibidong Luo, which naturally includes Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo who have activated the complete soulless bone armor avatar.

Tang San discovered the large formation left by Rakshasa God in the Pope's Palace, and he used this elaborate arrangement to achieve himself, killing countless Title Douluo, ordinary soldiers and common people, he finally stepped out of the most critical formation. One step, the achievement of God Shura's position.

Looking at the entire Luo Continent, the current Tang San is already a unique god.

Although he did not inherit the peak strength of Shura God because of taking a shortcut, he was still able to reach the level of a first-level god.

On the Douluo Continent, this kind of strength is already unique. If you wave the Asura Blood Sword casually, even if ten peerless Douluo go up together, they can only turn into nothingness. This is the huge gap between humans and gods.

"Hmph, so what, as long as the gods don't reject me, what about the so-called scourge, I am now a real Shura god, and the whole world wants to fall under my control."

"Wuhundian, Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School, Sea God Island, they are all about one sword in my eyes."

"Grand Priest, it must be quite painful for you to live like this, so you might as well let the junior come and see you off."

While speaking, Tang San showed a very ferocious smile on his face.

Raising his arm lightly, he made a virtual grasping motion towards the position of the big enshrinement.

In an instant, the surrounding space distorted, and the sound of bones breaking came from Qian Daoliu's body.

A look of pain appeared on that old face. Now, this prestigious Angel Douluo, one of the three peerless Douluo back then, the great priest of the Wuhun Hall who was known as the invincible in the sky is as humble as an ant.

"Xiao... Xue, you must run away quickly, don't come back here, let alone avenge me, now there is no one in the Douluo Continent who can match this guy."

Qian Daoliu spoke in a hoarse voice, his words were full of longing for his granddaughter.

After finishing speaking, his body was directly crushed into pieces by Tang San, turning into dust all over the sky and falling into the mud.

"do not want!"

"Tang San, you bastard, watch me slash you with a sword."

Just as Qian Daoliu died, the sound of drinking violently came from Tang San's ears.

"The Ninth Soul Skill, Dragon God Suppressing Prison Killing"

"The Ninth Soul Skill, Double Slash of Gods and Demons"

The high-pitched dragon chant echoed, Tang San was in a daze for a moment, and then, the cross-shaped sword qi slashed towards him.

The sword qi caused ripples, and the terrifying power released during the period was enough to cut off the vitality of any peerless douluo.

But facing this kind of attack, Tang San still had a calm look.

"Dust Dragon, you are finally willing to come out! The accounts between us can be properly settled."

With that said, Tang San just slightly raised his palm, and all of Chen Long's offensives came to naught.

The blood-red aura spread out, pushing Chenlong back a few hundred meters. His momentum hit his chest, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

The whole head was groggy, and Chenlong's chest was sunken halfway down.

Immediately, he quickly stuffed one pill after another into his mouth, and under the double value of the medicine effect and strong physical fitness, his collapsed chest gradually recovered.

Looking intently at Tang San in the distance, his old opponent has become a real god, moreover the god of law enforcement in the God Realm Committee.

There is still a big gap between himself and becoming a dragon god. Facing the current Tang San, he can't find even a single chance.

There was a moment when Chen Long felt a little desperate, feeling that he could not defeat the person in front of him at all.

But when he thought about it, Qian Renxue's grandfather was crushed to pieces in front of his face, his good friend fell, and the whole Wuhun City was buried with him.

His faith was rekindled, even if he really couldn't beat this guy, he would try his best to fight.

"Tang San, I really didn't expect Rakshasa and Bibi Dong to make a wedding dress for you in the end. You are really cruel enough to choose to use the lives of a whole city to complete your breakthrough."

"The so-called hypocrite is talking about you. If other people in the Wuhun Empire know that their beloved King Lan Hao is a murderous demon who destroys the entire imperial city, I don't know what they will think."

Chen Long wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, and spoke in as flat a voice as possible, trying to disturb Tang San's heart, to gain a certain degree of opening.

After all, the God Realm Committee has strict prohibitions. If a god-level powerhouse goes to the subordinate planes to kill all directions, after the committee meeting decides, divine punishment will be imposed, even the Asura God is no exception.

But Chen Long underestimated the sanctimoniousness of the God Realm Committee.

At this time, Tang San didn't feel guilty at all, and the so-called God Realm Committee didn't intend to send down divine punishment.

"Chenlong, you've spoiled my will. I advise you to give up on it. To tell you the truth, my purpose of becoming a god has never been for the common people in the world, or to become the master of this world."

"There is only one thing I really want to do, and that is to ask you to get rid of it. This is my way."

"As long as I kill you today, my position will be completely stabilized, and I will inherit the full power of Shura God of Law Enforcement. At that time, no one can punish me."

Tang San said coldly, looking at Chen Long full of teasing.

(End of this chapter)