Douluo: Through time, I became Tang San

"One more thing..."

When the hoarse voice came out from the stone platform, the expressions of Ji Taixuan and Meng Xinlian changed slightly. Only Qing Pheasant smiled faintly, as if he was not surprised by this.

"Tang San, no one in this Holy Flame Spirit Pond has ever withstood fifty blasts of holy vapor, and the last one is far from comparable to the previous one. Once it fails, no matter how strong your body is, it will be corroded by it! "Ji Taixuan said in a deep voice.

On the stone platform, Tang San stretched out his palms. At this time, his skin was already a little gray due to the erosion of the holy vapor. He seemed to be enduring great pain, so he didn't say anything, just a slight sway. The palms of his hands revealed some stubbornness that refused to give up.

There is no power that comes for nothing in the world. If you want to become stronger than others, you need to make efforts and risks that are difficult for others to achieve. This was clearly understood by Tang San when he just came out of Douluo Continent. With.

Ji Taixuan's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this. This boy is really stubborn.

"Ji Taixuan, let him go. If he really wants to decide what to do, you can't pull him back." Qing Zhi said with a faint smile.

Ji Taixuan gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said, "Just make sarcastic remarks. When this kid's body is destroyed, do you think it will be easy for him to re-cultivate his secondary body?"

Qingzhi looked at the slightly trembling figure on the stone platform with a smile, and said softly: "He will succeed..."

"I hope so..."

The thick holy vapor dripped down from the stone platform, but when it fell into the pool, there was no sound of water droplets, and there was not even the slightest ripple on the surface of the pool.

As the forty-ninth stream of holy vapor washed down, the Holy Flame Spirit Pond gradually returned to silence, as if there was no follow-up.

"Master..." Meng Xinlian looked at this scene, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, because no one had persisted to the fiftieth step before, so even she didn't know what the fiftieth step of holy vapor would wash away. What is it like?

"It's coming soon..." Ji Taixuan raised his head, but his eyes were focused on the black waterfall above the Holy Flame Spirit Pond. There was solemnity in his eyes.

"Buzz!"

Not long after Ji Taixuan's voice fell, the land suddenly began to shake. Meng Xinlian raised her head in surprise, and then her pupils shrank when she saw that the huge black waterfall was slowly squirming at this time. stand up.

The black waterfall is like a huge black dragon with no end in sight, quietly revealing its ferocity in the silence.

A kind of indescribably terrible holy vapor spread, and this space became a little gray because of it. Even the space could not bear that kind of holy vapor.

Tang San, who was on the stone platform, also noticed the terrifying fluctuations above him. Immediately, he slowly raised his head, his pupils reflected the squirming black waterfall. The shadow was like the arrival of death, making him take a deep breath. , this last flush of holy steam turned out to be so abnormal. No wonder even Ji Taixuan would speak out against it...

However, now that we have reached this point, it is impossible to retreat any further.

"Come on." Tang San sat cross-legged, and a burning sense of challenge began to well up in his eyes staring at the black waterfall.

The black waterfall twists slowly, with streams of black water pouring down, and then blending into the pool silently. However, no matter how majestic it is in mid-air, there is still no sound coming out. It is so quiet and weird It has to be chilling.

Click! Invisibly, there seemed to be some sudden sound coming out, and soon the air in this space quickly escaped and dispersed. The black waterfall, already mixed with terrifying momentum, poured down from the sky, like a black mountain, facing Tang San fell on his head.

Bang!

The waterfall was about to fall, and those huge stone platforms were turned into ashes almost instantly. Although there was no loud noise, the violently shaking ground still proved the terrifying impact.

Ah!

The black waterfall submerged Tang San's body, and immediately a low roar full of pain came out at this time.

At the edge of the Holy Flame Spirit Pond, Ji Taixuan and the others looked at the falling black waterfall with solemn expressions. With their extraordinary eyesight, they could vaguely see that in the waterfall, Tang San's body was gradually It becomes dark, which is a sign of physical necrosis.

"He can't hold on anymore." Meng Xinlian said hurriedly. No one could have imagined that this last one was so fierce. Compared with this one, the previous forty-nine were simply insignificant.

"Master, rescue him quickly!"

Ji Taixuan's face was solemn. He looked at the calm-looking Qing Pheasant, shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Don't worry, that kid is still insisting."

Ah!

One after another, tightly suppressed, but still containing extremely painful roars, roars came out of the waterfall like wild beasts. It was impossible to imagine how much pain the pain had reached. Even Tang San, who had always had a tough personality, felt like this. like performance.

Meng Xinlian's jade hand gently covered her red lips. She could see that in the black waterfall, Tang San's body seemed to be shrinking in circles. Those extremely majestic holy vapors seemed to have a terrifying corrosive effect. Generally, it was constantly eroding his body.

Layers of black skin quickly accumulated on the surface of Tang San's body. The sight made one's heart tremble.

That kind of painful roar, after continuing for a long time, finally gradually weakened, but it was not because the pain stopped, but because the holy vapor eroded his throat, and the sound was like a broken windmill. Return to the clarity of the past.

Meng Xinlian looked at this scene. Even though she had always been tough-tempered, her eyes were slightly red at this moment. She immediately turned her head and no longer looked at the painful figure in the black waterfall.

She was finally able to understand why this young man, who was about the same age as her, was so valued by her master and Qing Zhi, a strong man at the pinnacle of the world. This was not because of his talent, but because of himself. The kind of resilience that never gives up.

That kind of toughness, even she couldn't achieve, because at least at the beginning, she didn't have the courage to challenge the fiftieth Holy Vapor...

"Tang San...come on..." Meng Xinlian clasped her jade hands lightly, tilting her head slightly, and murmured.

That hoarse roar of pain finally dissipated completely, but the waves of terrifying holy vapor were still rushing away at one of the motionless figures, because of the isolation of the holy vapor. , and it is even impossible to detect whether the figure in it is still alive.

And this kind of washing lasted for ten minutes, and then the raging black waterfall flowed upstream again, hanging high in the sky, pouring down like ink.

The gazes of Ji Taixuan and the others also followed the black waterfall slowly receding, and focused on the Holy Flame Spirit Pond. On the surface of the pond, black flames rose, and a pile of black skin flakes piled up into a hill.

Ji Taixuan waved his sleeves and robe, and the strong wind blew in. The black skin flakes flew away, revealing one of them, who was completely black and skinny.

When Meng Xinlian looked at this black body that was almost like a skeleton, Beiqi couldn't help biting her red lips tightly, trying hard not to make a sound.

She couldn't sense any vitality in that body.