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(); Looking at the corpse on the ground that was still twitching even though it was lifeless, Tang Ya was silent for a moment, waved his hand, and the few remaining Bluesilver Grass vines behind him shot out, killing the corpse on the ground. Devoured completely.

The pale skeleton fell to the ground, and dozens of round golden balls rolled down from the gaps between the bones.After Tang Ya picked up the dragon beard needles that had been restored to their original shape, she stepped on the skeleton's chest.Cracks slowly formed and quickly covered the entire skeleton. The next moment, the skeleton was shattered into powder.

Really frustrating!

"Tread, step, step..."

The sound of footsteps came from behind Tang Ya. When she turned around, she saw the servant who claimed to be the King of Slaughter looking directly at her... to be precise, looking at the dancing bluesilver grass vines behind her.

"Tang San...Tang San..."

A beast-like roar came from under the strange mask. The King of Slaughter dragged the heavy bloody sword, and put his pale and slender palm on Tang Ya's right shoulder.Ignoring Tang Ya's frozen body, she pressed her chin against Tang Ya's left shoulder and spoke slowly:

"You...are Tang San?"

As she spoke, she put her hand on Tang Ya's shoulder hard, and her sharp nails penetrated deeply into the flesh. Traces of blood were left along the wound, adding a touch of blood to Tang Ya's clothes that were already stained with blood. color.

Tang San?Does this follower know Tang San's ancestor? !

Ignoring the pain in her shoulders, Tang Ya couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard the words of the King of Slaughter.

Although the other party had already called out Tang San's name when he first came to this world.But once the other party gets excited, the sound she makes is like the roar of a wild animal, making it impossible to hear what she is saying.After hearing what the King of Slaughter said clearly, Tang Ya's brain suddenly shut down for a moment.

Yes, whether it is the extra knowledge in the mind or the information obtained from hearsay, it proves that the servant is just the projection of the heroic spirit, and the heroic spirit is the hero whose great achievements are left as legends after death and have become objects of belief. An elf-like existence.

The soul master who is promoted to a heroic spirit is in the Hall of Heroes, and the body of the Hall of Heroes is located outside the world. It is not affected by time, space, and cause and effect. It will be in the long river of time and can create legends. The soul master pulled out and mixed his thoughts and original power to create a miracle called [Heroic Spirit].

Therefore, the heroic spirits in the Hall of Heroes have no concept of time.In other words, as long as a record can be left in the history of the world, it is possible to be summoned as a Servant - whether in the past or in the future!

But the setting was just a setting. Tang Ya couldn't help but be moved by seeing the existence that might have existed in ancient times.After all, judging from the Slaughter King's tone, it was obvious that she and Tang San's ancestor had no ordinary hatred. I'm afraid the two had actually met each other.

When the force on his shoulders became heavier and heavier, and even the bones "cracked", Tang Ya came back to her senses, looked at the red light flashing in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, and hurriedly replied:

"I...I am not the ancestor of Tang San. The ancestor...has already left this world long ago!"

"Tang San... left?"

Slowly releasing his palm, the sharp nails were pulled out from Tang Ya's shoulders.The King of Slaughter looked at the blood on his fingers, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear.

She picked up the heavy sword and walked slowly to Tang Ya. She looked at Tang Ya's beautiful face carefully, shook her head and said: "You are not...Tang San, yes, this is...Ten thousand years later...Tang San's Where are the descendants...?"

As she said that, she grasped the hilt of the bloody heavy sword tightly and stared at Tang Ya with her red eyes. It seemed that as long as Tang Ya lied, she would give her a sharp blow.

"Ah? Don't you know?" Tang Ya glanced at the King of Slaughter curiously, hesitated, and then said:

"It is said that Tang San's ancestor has become a god and left, so there are no descendants left at all. Only the sect he founded himself is still there."

"Tang San...has become a god?!"

Hearing the word "Become a God", the Slaughter King felt as if he was struck by lightning, and the blood in his eyes dissipated a lot at this moment.She shook her head and covered her head. A terrifying red light flashed all over her body for a moment, and finally she regained her composure.

"So……"

She was silent for a moment, then said: "Where is the sect founded by Tang San...?"

Listening to the Slaughter King's much smoother words, Tang Ya was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the ruins of the Tang Sect behind him, and said a little lonely: "Five years ago, the Tang Sect was destroyed. Until now, the real Tangmen no longer exists."

King of Slaughter: ...

After looking at Tang Ya and then at the ruins of the Tang Sect behind her, all the resentment and hatred in her eyes faded away, leaving only a blank look.

Tang San is no longer here, so what am I doing here?

Just as she stood there in a daze, outside the Tang Sect, an old man in black robe looked at the blood mist that enveloped everything in front of him, his brows slowly furrowed.

"Field? How could a realm suddenly appear here, or such an evil realm? Could it be that some colleagues have taken a liking to that girl and want to cut her off? Or is it that the girl's talent is so outstanding that she has awakened the realm at such an age? "

Talking to himself like this, he suddenly shook his head and said: "No, such a terrifying murderous aura is definitely not something a girl can possess. It seems that someone really cut off her hair... Hey! I'd like to take a look too. , who dares to force someone in front of me, Mo Qianchi!"

As one of the Keqing elders in the Holy Spirit Sect, the most terrifying organization on the Douluo Continent and the gathering place for evil soul masters, and even the leading presence among the Keqing elders, Mo Qianchi has always been very confident in his own strength.

It was also because the skilled man was so bold that black light flowed from his body and quickly spread to the surroundings.When the two skeletons of Iron Blood Sect disciples on the ground not far away came into contact with the black light, a scarlet light shone in their eyes, and they slowly climbed up from the ground.

Yes, he is also a strong man with a domain, and it is precisely because of this that he dares to enter the blood-red domain in front of him so easily and freely.

The black light continued to spread, easily squeezing a passage through the blood mist.Ignoring the slowly rising corpses on the ground around him, he quickly rushed towards the deepest part of the blood mist like a black meteor.

"Ok?"

Feeling the fluctuations in the domain, the Slaughter King came back to his senses, slowly turned his head and looked towards the direction where Mo Qianchi was charging, with a dazzling red light flashing in his eyes.

"Now, does a little insect... dare to challenge the majesty of the King of Slaughter? Just use... your body to announce my arrival to the... descendants of this era!"

As she spoke, she clenched the heavy sword in her hand fiercely, and her terrifying murderous aura suddenly merged into the surrounding area.

"Buzzing..."

The mist is still the same mist, but at the edge of the field, countless mist turns into scarlet sharp blades, carrying an unparalleled terrifying aura, strangling towards the black meteor.

Killing Field - Phase [-]!

Different from the God of Killing Domain that Tang San and the others obtained with pure murderous aura, the Killing King's Killing Domain is mixed with more things.Although this makes the murderous intent less pure, it is obviously more aggressive.

"Now, try your best... to please me before you die!"

"Maybe, I will... maybe spare your life. Humph! Hahahahaha!"

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