Douluo: Strange Fire Martial Spirit, starting with a hundred thousand year soul ring.

This eerie sound was so penetrating that even the Tiandou army behind could hear it clearly.

"Trouble, this guy is far more powerful than me." Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned.

He had only seen this kind of powerful strength in Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue. Could it be said that gods have appeared in the Star Luo Empire?

At the same time, in Wuhun City.

Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong met in the Pope's Palace.

"The evil aura I felt a few days ago appeared again today." Qian Renxue's face looked a little ugly.

As the god of angels, she is very sensitive to the smell of evil.

As for the forces on the island in the center of the lake, the lake god Poseidong is not an evil god at all. Although his followers are all villains, the position of the gods has not been contaminated by evil, so it is not easy for Qian Renxue to find out where their base camp is.

Bibi Dong said: "Xue'er, this is the aura of the Rakshasa God. It can't be wrong. It seems that she has found a new inheritor."

She would never forget the aura of Rakshasa God in her life.

The aura full of violence and hatred made her feel chills. However, she didn't know exactly who the Rakshasa God was.

"Mother, are we going to the front line for support? The power of the gods is greater than that of Titled Douluo, I'm worried."

Before Qian Renxue could finish speaking, Bibi Dong smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Holy God of Emperor Fire has been following the army. Just let him meet the newly promoted Rakshasa God."

The Holy God of Emperor Fire naturally refers to Han Yu.

He was keenly aware of the spatial fluctuations when Tang San started the ninth Rakshasa test.

Knowing that Tang San was not a peaceful leader, he followed the army behind, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

"With Dean Han here, you can rest assured." Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief.

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Tang San's figure soon appeared on the city wall of Huxiao Pass.

Five days ago, he had completed the ninth test and became the new Rakshasa God.

I learned from the mouth of Rakshasa God that the battle between gods relies on divine weapons and magical skills. Therefore, Tang San took five days to separate the Clear Sky Hammer spirit from his body and refine it into an ordinary artifact.

As for the Rakshasa God's divine weapon, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, there was originally an extra copy, but after Han Yu forcibly stripped it from Bibi Dong's body with her divine will, the pair of Rakshasa Demon Scythes were destroyed by Jinglian Demon Fire. After the divine power has been purified, it becomes like scrap metal.

After passing on the divine status, she turned around and left the divine world. The world outside the divine realm is extremely dangerous. How could she not have a handy weapon in her hand?

In this case, in the final stage of inheriting the divine throne, she did not hand over her divine weapon to Tang San. Instead, he guided him to create his own artifact.

The quality of the Clear Sky Hammer spirit itself is not as high as the Seven Kills Sword. In other words, Tang Chen's secret method of the Great Sumeru Hammer raised the upper limit of the Clear Sky Hammer. But its essence has not changed qualitatively.

The artifact in Tang San's hand, the Clear Sky Hammer, was at best a low-level artifact, the kind that even third-level gods would despise upon seeing it.

But at this moment, his figure stood towering above Huxiao Pass, and the strong sense of oppression made it difficult for everyone present to raise their heads.

"Is this the power of a god? A level ninety-eight titled Douluo seems to be able to kill with just a snap of his finger!"

Tang San enjoyed his current power so much that he was not in a hurry to kill everyone.

When the disciples of the Tang Sect died, they died. These people had little affection for him. The Li clan was just a dog of the Tang family, and Tang San didn't care about their life or death.

As for the Haotian Sect disciples, he also didn't care. Back then, when he was taken back to Haotian Sect by Tang Xiao, he was ridiculed by these guys.

The only thing he cares about is his uncle Tang Xiao. Once upon a time, when he needed help the most, this uncle gave him strong support every time.

After becoming a god, all his relatives and friends left him one by one, and he is now considered a true orphan.

There was no time to feel sad, so he lightly snapped his fingers.

A strange black mist enveloped the surrendered Tang Sect disciples and the Xingluo army.

The next second, the bodies of these people were completely swallowed up by the black mist of Rakshasa. The soldiers shrouded in it let out bursts of shrill wails.

When the black fog dissipated, everyone turned into soulless zombies.

Not only that, Tang Xiao, the second, third, and fourth elders of the Haotian Sect, Bo Saixi, and Sea Dragon Douluo, who were supposed to be dead, are now being resurrected.

The Rakshasa god has the ability to summon the undead.

Bo Saixi was indeed killed by Qian Daoliu, but she was not an evil soul master, and her soul was not purified by the pure angelic light.

Tang San transferred all the vitality of these armies to Bo Saixi and others, allowing them to rise from death.

"Be careful!" Qingluan Douluo warned loudly.

These walking corpses, unable to feel pain and no longer possessing human emotions, attacked like crazy towards Tiandou's army.

Being suppressed by Tang San and unable to move, it won't be long before all of them are wiped out.

At this moment, a "shooting star" passed over everyone's heads.

Tang San had no time to react and was hit from the front.

The impact of this blow was considerable, sending his figure flying thousands of meters.

Qingluan Douluo didn't care much and hurriedly led the crowd to fight with these undead army.

This time, they finally didn't have to fight. Qingluan Douluo continued to face off against Tang Xiao, Lion Douluo, Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Conquering Douluo, and faced off against the second, third and fourth elders of the Haotian Sect.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo quickly came to support from the rear and faced off against Bo Saixi and Sea Dragon Douluo respectively.

"Who!" Tang San stood up staggeringly, staring into the distance.

Han Yu's figure was currently suspended in front of him.

"Tang San, the fact that you have come this far proves that your talent is indeed good. Back then, if you had given up on Yu Xiaogang and been willing to humbly accept the teachings of other teachers, you might have been able to go further." Han Yu said with a smile.

Tang San jumped up and came to Han Yu.

Just now, he was hit by Han Yu's Fire Cloud Stick (artifact) and suffered a heavy loss.

As for what Han Yu said, he somewhat believed it now.

If Yu Xiaogang hadn't wasted the first few soul rings of Blue Silver Grass back then, he wouldn't have overdrawn his Clear Sky Hammer talent, nor would his strength have been stagnant for a long time due to the conflicting soul powers of his twin martial souls.

Of course, Yu Xiaogang had already received the lesson he deserved; Tang San didn't feel that he had a chance to go further.

Under the hint of Rakshasa God, he already regarded Rakshasa God as the strongest god in his heart.

"Han Yu, stop talking sarcastically here. Now that I am a god, who on this continent can do anything to me!"

Wanton laughter echoed over the army, and ten soul rings appeared at Tang San's feet.

Countless soldiers on the battlefield all looked up to the sky.

"Ten soul rings, he broke through level 100." Although they had expected it, Golden Crocodile Douluo and others couldn't help but take a breath when they saw it with their own eyes.

God, this is a realm that countless people dream of.

Except for a few worshiping Douluo in Wuhun Hall, no one else knew about the gods. There were more and more enemies in front of them, and everyone couldn't care less about them, so they had to fight bravely to kill them.