Douluo: My Martial Soul is Chaos Clock

Chapter 209 The golden skeleton encounters the black mist! (Please collect, recommend, monthly vote, and reward)

After Tang Hao knelt down and paid homage, he turned around and left.

I haven’t seen A Yin in a year. I don’t know how A Yin is doing. I don’t know how Xiao San is doing. Is she awake?This year, Tang Hao missed the two of them all the time.

The place where the Blue Silver Emperor is located.

Tang San had woken up a month ago, and with the throbbing of his blood, he knew that this different kind of Bluesilver Grass not far away had a deep connection with him.Tang San had some guesses in his mind, but he wasn't sure.

Dad?Could it be that he also married a soul beast? What about me?Isn't it half human, half soul beast!Of course Ah Yin wouldn't know about Tang San's random thoughts.

As for the nine pieces of light in the endless darkness, Tang San forcibly moved them together in nearly a year.

Every time two pieces fuse, a healing and tyrannical force will be integrated into Tang San's body, which not only helps him heal, but also allows his body to gradually 'evolve', allowing his body to better adapt to this broken body. of self-created gods.

This divine throne!The most suitable person is Tang Hao; but now that it belongs to Tang San, he can only change his habitat.

When the splicing of light was completed, a hammer with additional forging and attack was reflected in the endless darkness, igniting the endless night. The splicing of the divine throne was completed, and infinite power surged, successfully awakening Tang San.

This small hammer had a simple color all over, without any flicker of light. One end was pointed, like a chisel, and the other end was flat. The inside of the hammer exuded a pressure that made Tang San feel like a vast ocean. The pressure There is familiarity, kindness, a trace of reluctance, and finally the feeling of blending with his blood.

Tang San didn't know what it was, but he could feel that it was of great benefit to him.

Whether it's the perception of soul skills, the speed of absorbing soul power, or... the Clear Sky Hammer is slowly evolving; to put it simply, it's as if Tang San has experienced a rebirth.

A year later, after waking up from the endless darkness, the person Tang San resented the most in his heart was still Qin Fang.This kind of hatred is engraved deep in the soul; hidden deep in the bones.

Qin Fang!A lifelong enemy.

Qin Fang, who was far away in the killing city, heard a system prompt in his mind.

Ding, your favorability with Tang San has been reduced to 9999...

Qin Fang: This?Tang San really did hold grudges.

But through this, Qin Fang also knew about Tang San's awakening, no, knew that Tang San was still alive.

Being able to survive a blow from the Chaos Clock and still survive!This Tang San is indeed the son of fate!

The first thing Tang San did when he woke up was to check his own injuries. The injuries had already been fully recovered, and his body's strength had reached a higher level, reaching the level of a Soul Emperor.This means that Tang San's fifth soul skill can absorb soul rings with a higher age.

Within the vast sea of ​​​​consciousness, the intensity of mental power and the intensity of the soul are gradually increasing, allowing it to steadily reach the peak level of the Soul Emperor.

Martial Spirit: The Clear Sky Hammer quietly transformed, transforming into a small hammer that created its own divine status, and Tang San didn't know whether it was good or bad.Even if you know it's bad, you can't change it!

Broken self-created god!Although Tang San tried his best to put it together, it seemed to be restored, but it was only the surface, the bottom!There are endless cracks and countless broken meanings.

Once the self-created divine throne is broken, it cannot be completely restored in a day!

Tang San clenched his fist, feeling extremely powerful. Although he was still over level 40, he felt no weaker than the Soul Emperor.

Relying on the Tang Sect's four unique skills, Tang San's flame of revenge burned again.

The place where the Blue Silver Emperor was located was extremely quiet, leaving Tang San countless time to think.During these days, what Tang San thought about most was Qin Fang's problem.

Tang San could see traces of Tang Clan's unique skills in Qin Fang's Mysterious Jade Body, Eye Techniques, Body Techniques, etc., but there was no doubt that Qin Fang's mastery was stronger than him, and much stronger.Regarding this point, Tang San couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it.

Qin Fang!Who is it?What is behind him!

This question!Tang Sanbai was puzzled.

Being in the Blue Silver Emperor's domain, Tang San's cultivation speed was very fast...

On this day, when Tang San was practicing, Tang Hao arrived.

Ah Yin immediately exuded a joyful mood and greeted Tang Hao. The branches and leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor kept rubbing Tang Hao's body affectionately.

Tang Hao's eyes were full of warmth and gentleness...looking at Ah Yin.

After a long time, he turned his eyes to Tang San!

Parents really love!The perfect explanation for the child’s accident!

"Ahem. Dad."

Tang San woke up from his practice and coughed twice when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Xiao San, practice is over!"

The family's happy scene gradually unfolded, and then the Blue Silver Emperor activated the power of blood in Tang San's body to help his martial soul evolve, successfully crossing over to the level of the Blue Silver Emperor...

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In the Forest of the Dead in the Star Luo Empire!

This year!It was very quiet inside the Forest of the Dead, and the 'Death Soldiers' who were in charge of reporting information outside were living a very carefree year!They have never encountered any unknown situation, which is undoubtedly a great good thing for them.

Just as the first batch of death row prisoners had waited for enough time, they were about to evacuate.

From the outskirts of the Forest of the Dead, a man in black robes, with a cold aura filling his body, was strolling without any emotion or power, wanting to set foot in the Forest of the Dead.

An old man among the death row prisoners quickly dissuaded him, telling him not to dare to set foot in the Forest of the Dead.

The old man on death row drooped his black robe, and the golden color under the black robe was revealed. When he looked up, the golden flames in the eyes of the black robe were constantly moving, flashing with strange light.

"what!"

The old man on death row let out a scream and fell to the ground unconscious, while the flesh and blood of the other death row prisoners melted like ice and snow and merged into the ground. Ice-blue flames ignited in the eyes of the remaining skeletons, following the gold like puppets. Skeletons set foot in the forest of the dead.

It's night, and the kind-hearted old man on death row has just woken up. When he sees his surroundings and his brain works a little, he quickly escapes from here...

The golden skeleton returned to the forest of the dead, and the forest of the dead, which had been 'joyful' for a long time, suddenly returned to silence and tranquility.

Buzz, the transparent God of Death domain was opened by it, and the cold breath of killing filled the air like ripples, impacting the 'creatures' under the mud.

"This! Is it the power of God?"

The golden skeleton experienced the realm of the God of Death and realized the power of God Shura, and couldn't help but become addicted.

"You want to become a god?"

Just when the golden skeleton was realizing something, a playful, mocking, and evil voice interrupted him.

"Who are you!"

The golden skeleton opened its eyes, and a dangerous aura jumped out of the golden flames, staring at a group of black mist not far away.

Heart palpitations, danger and other emotions are constantly spreading, impacting the golden skeleton's sea of ​​consciousness, making it afraid to be careless.

This black mist!It felt like a majestic mountain to him, but also like an endless sea. With just one glance, he could tell how powerful he was, but if it was a desperate matter of life and death, the Golden Skeleton felt that he could still give it a try.

"I am the former servant of the Rakshasa God!"

The black mist gradually condensed into a human-shaped shadow, like a ghost.

"Servant of God?"

The golden flames in the eyes of the golden skull beat even more urgently.

"You can actually think of surviving as an undead... and you can vaguely create your own godhood. You are not simple!"

This is the evaluation of Heimu and the servant of God; this evaluation is not low!

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