[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

The pressure was overwhelming, and the sounds of bones dislocating came one after another. This made Tang San, whose vision was dark, not sure whether the physical torture was deeper, or the noise filling his ears was more annoying.

"Tsk, tsk, you kid is no good. You only have such a small level of cultivation. When I was your age, it was unmatched by anyone..."

In the floating space, blurred figures shuttle among the light spots that diffuse in the air. He held his chin with one hand and kept circling around Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged in the center, muttering some words of disdain and showing off.

Tang San, who could hear this voice almost every night in the Killing City, could keenly recognize who it was without thinking too much.

Several invisible words popped out from his forehead.

Tang San (sulked): Why is this guy everywhere? Is there really no problem in that world for a small-minded Tiandao?

The figure seemed to have noticed what he was thinking, and a stronger pain suddenly surged through his body that had just adapted to the pain.

——Like a densely woven net, it is overwhelming and there is no way to escape.

"Ahem!"

A breath of cold air passed through his teeth, Tang San's face gradually turned ferocious, and the veins on the back of his hands beat rhythmically.

"Ha." The figure curled his lips in displeasure upon seeing this, and crossed his arms to enjoy the painful look of the person in front of him.

The light spots in the black space poured into Tang San's body more and more crazily, like a comet sweeping its tail, gradually forming a small wind scroll with Tang San as the center.

As the rotation speed of the wind scroll accelerated, a golden soul ring gradually condensed on top of the blood red.

But it is not very stable, and the gilding seems to be only plated with one layer. In a few breaths, the dazzling gold turned into dazzling red. The next second he looked at it, the red was gradually swallowed up by the expanding black. Finally, settled on black.

However, the black color of the seventh ring is different from that of the fourth and fifth rings. Compared to the purity of the two, the black color of the seventh soul ring still had some gold and red particles floating in an irregular arrangement.

Although it is not obvious, there are a lot of them. At a glance, the proportion of red occupies the upper hand.

As the spirit ring condensed and formed, Tang San's frown slowly relaxed, and his rapidly beating pulse returned to its usual rhythm.

The figure hummed slightly and raised his hand.

The remaining light spots in the air were pulled close to his hand, obediently forming the shape of a ball.

His fingers slowly curled inward, and the huge ball shrank several times in an instant.

He flicked the bottom of the ball like a rubber ball. The wild light spots in Tang San's body were like obedient children in his hands. After receiving the instructions, they jumped and jumped into the seventh ring that looked like the starry sky in the universe.

It was silent and there was nothing eye-catching about it except that the black color was a bit richer.

The lightless space fell silent, exuding a suffocating smell.

"...I'm taking advantage of you, kid."

The inaudible scoffing sound was no longer followed by words, and as the figure disappeared, there was no trace.

The golden-red light gradually gathered, and Ma Hongjun, who had completed absorbing the soul ring, jumped up from the ground and saluted Bo Saixi excitedly: "Thank you, senior, for your help."

Bo Saixi didn't look at him, her eyes still rested on Tang San and Tang Lingyi who were still closing their eyes to absorb the power.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head in embarrassment and turned around to find his brothers for help, but saw that they looked a little strange. Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing had turned their heads at some point, while Dai Mubai and Oscar were looking at him with half-smiling eyes.

Ma Hongjun felt that his body was a little cold. He lowered his head subconsciously, and what he saw made him scream strangely.

He hurriedly covered it with his hands, quickly ran to a nearby tree and began to straighten his clothes. In her heart, she was extremely glad that Bai Chenxiang was still cultivating and did not see her embarrassment.

Oscar laughed and winked at Dai Mubai.

When Ma Hongjun was almost done, the other two people, who had been silent, finally woke up from their deep sleep.

"When the next person reaches the bottleneck, I will appear."

Something happened here, and Bo Saixi, who had been waiting here, was the first to react. After leaving a cold word, he walked towards Poseidon Temple step by step, as if walking among the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Everyone's hearts trembled for a second because of Bo Saixi's strength, but soon the feeling of disparity in their hearts brought about by that strength eased.

"Three, third brother. What's wrong with your face?"

After changing his clothes, Ma Hongjun's eyes widened and he almost jumped up while pointing at Tang San's face.

Dai Mubai took a few steps forward and approached with concern: "Xiao San, were you... beaten?"

Several other people also gathered around, and Tang San couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his face under everyone's gaze.

"hiss."

The bruises on the corners of his mouth made him twitch subconsciously. Tang Lingyi turned to look at Tang San after hearing this, and caught a glimpse of the extra light, dark, and purple colors on the handsome face that could be called a rich god. After a red scar, he burst out laughing.

"Xiaosan, you have become an iron-eating beast!"

Iron eater?

Tang San thought about the blackness at the corners of the mountains of fat dumplings, as well as the amount of suffering he suffered when absorbing the spirit rings. The man who knew whose prank this was was gritted his teeth.

Tang San (angry): I must call out "妧姧" a few more times in front of that person to regain my place!

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The handsomely dressed man went to tidy up his appearance.

"Ahem." Thinking that she couldn't be laughed at so miserably, Tang Lingyi twirled her hair with her hands and changed the subject: "Fat man, what is your sixth soul skill?"

"It's a single-target long-range attack skill."

Speaking of the newly acquired skill, Ma Hongjun, who was a little embarrassed because of his negligence, immediately smiled: "The name is Phoenix Cloud Piercer. I don't know how powerful it is, but I can feel that the god-given soul ring is at least quite powerful." A soul ring formed by a soul beast that is more than 40,000 years old. This power, hehe."

After receiving envious looks from others, Ma Hongjun, who had shrunk a few times and become much stronger, could not hide the excitement on his face. Perhaps out of courtesy, he asked politely: "Where are you, Lingyi? How about the seventh soul ring?"

"Not bad." Tang Lingyi said with a smile, but seemed to have no intention of answering directly.

Xiao Wu couldn't hold back her excitement and ran to her side, grabbed her hand and shook her: "Sister Xiao Yi, just tell us."

Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement, with a bit of coquettishness on his face: "Yes, Lingyi, everyone is very curious. And the inheritance of the previous god...what does it mean?"

Although Tang Lingyi had said that we would discuss the matter later at the Seahorse Sacred Pillar, she was later put aside because she was anxious to participate in the test. Now that we have mentioned these things too much, why not talk about them together?

Ah this...

The smile on Tang Lingyi's face froze, and her eyes subconsciously began to search for Tang San's figure everywhere.

"what happened?"

Tang San, who had finally erased the marks on his face, felt the "warm" welcome from everyone before he even got closer.

"Mistress." Tang Lingyi, as if grasping a life-saving straw, couldn't wait to pull the man beside her, and pointed at the people in front of her: "Quickly, explain, you come."

——She was too tired to say another word qaq!

Tang San took advantage of the situation and held her: "Explain what?"

"It's about the inheritance of the god in Sister Xiao Yi!" When mentioning the inheritance of the gods, Xiao Wu, who originally only wanted to care about Tang Lingyi's seventh soul ring, immediately changed the subject.

"Is that one?" Tang San thought for a moment, "It's a kind of inheritance that comes with the Wuhun Wuhun - 'Food Language'."

"This kind of martial spirit is somewhat similar to the martial spirit of the Jiuxin Haitang spirit master we faced at the Soto Spirit Fighting Arena, but compared to Jiu Xin Haitang, the inheritance conditions of the 'Food Language' are more stringent. "

Spring and Autumn brushwork, proper Spring and Autumn brushwork!

Tang Lingyi, who was listening attentively on the sidelines, secretly applauded Tang San in her heart. She didn't lie, but she perfectly explained the differences in "food language" and also laid the foundation for the subsequent narrative.

Tang Lingyi (praise): That’s okay, mistress!

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She listened with great interest, and when Tang San saw this, he helplessly squeezed her hand secretly to tell her to restrain herself.

Tang San: "After reaching the seventieth level and obtaining the true form of the martial spirit, the inheritance attached to it will be touched, and the current generation holders will have the opportunity to inherit it."

After hearing this narration, Dai Mubai and the others couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow".

"I always thought that our martial arts were already blessed by nature, but I didn't expect that, tsk tsk tsk!" Dai Mubai shook his head, with a look of conviction on his face, "Lingyi, your ancestors can only be called cattle!"

Become a god!

Which soul master doesn't want to take a further step in his cultivation?

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing rarely took the initiative to hold his hand, and the two looked at each other, surrounded by an unspeakable tacit understanding.

Xiao Wu's pink eyes also flashed with a strange color, as if she had made some decision silently.

"Actually, he is not a god." Tang Lingyi declined his compliment, "It is more appropriate to describe him as 'Master of the Secret Realm'."

Tang San knew what she was talking about. Although it was strange to describe it like this, but when he thought about it carefully... there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Kong Sang = the secret realm, and the God of Cookery = the master of the secret realm.

There is absolutely no flaw in this equation that can be proven logically!

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"Grandma is right."

Even though he was slandering in his heart, Tang San still said, "What my wife said is absolutely fine" on his face, and added to comfort him: "Besides, Boss Dai. According to everyone's talents, after you have cultivated to a certain level, opportunities will come."

After summarizing some unspeakable things in a few words, Tang Lingyi finally got out of the state of listening to the story.

The words of food appeared in the right hand and fell gently on the delicate hand.

"And my seventh ring soul skill is called [Divine Might Shakes Kunlun], which comes from a soul-eating soul named 'Yu Lin Xiang Yao'."

"Red, red?!" Ma Hongjun murmured, his eyebrows drooping in shock: "Lingyi, you still said you're not a pervert."

Although it's not as good as Third Brother's red sixth ring, the seventh ring is red...it's also very scary! ! !

Tang Lingyi closed the book with a "snap" and glanced at him lightly: "If you persist a little longer, it is not impossible to attack the red soul ring."

The painful experience of being beaten in the past made Ma Hongjun shrink his neck subconsciously and silently muttered in his heart: It's just because I can't do it that I'm not a pervert.

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Tang San pulled her hand in a funny way, and silently brought the focus back: "My seventh soul skill is the Blue Silver True Body. There's nothing to say about it. The only special thing may be that the Blue Silver Domain has another An evolution.”

As he spoke, he released his martial soul and domain.

Blue-gold light suddenly spread out from under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped an area of ​​a hundred meters in diameter. At the same time, all the objects enveloped turned into blue and gold. A huge, almost breathless life force permeated the body, making it so uncomfortable that even the body's reaction seemed to become sluggish.

The scenery in the field of vision also began to blur.

At the same time, eight golden lights bloomed from behind Tang San. Then, golden light threads filled it. The light threads couldn't wait to get into everyone's bodies. Tang Lingyi felt a little helpless as the golden threads devoured the power in her body like a greedy snake. She wanted to beat these little things out, but in the end she just twisted them hard. Say "someone".

Tang Lingyi (gritting his teeth): What a good thing you did!

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Tang San (consciousness): I was wrong.

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Heavy tree shadows obscured the two people fighting, and this shrouded area seemed to be isolated from the world - even the golden sun on the sky had lost its light, and only silent plants grew wildly.

Panic-like pressure arose in their hearts. Under this pressure, everyone released their martial spirits in no particular order.