Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

Planning what to do at every step is, in a sense, putting life and death on the balance and making a huge gamble with the fate of the world.

Tang San moved the burden behind him to a place in front of him where it would not affect his performance. The eight spider spears behind him came out through the gaps hidden in the clothes. After a while, the eight four-meter spider spears made of clear blue crystals came out. Stretching behind Tang San.

This magnificent color was incompatible with the dark red, surging blood, and blood mist-like environment, but Tang San didn't pay attention to it.

He just let the bottom two spider spears penetrate into the ground first, and his body slowly crawled. The other spider spears also found support points on the narrow road while changing their body shapes.

Then, in this land that is always filled with blood-red thick fog, the surrounding fog began to rotate and sway with the invisible air current...

This is Tang San's Xuan Tian Gong operating at full strength, causing the Qi of heaven and earth to change and flow.

Hidden in the dark, he noticed that the cloudy eyes of the person on Tang San's side became clear for a moment. He glanced at the hell road where Qi was being pulled with complex eyes, then looked at Tang San who was accumulating power, and finally restrained himself. Aura, waiting to see what King Shura will do in this city of killing people.

Tang San didn't know that Tang Hao was secretly watching over him in the first half year after arriving in the Killing City.

In the following more than a year, without the guardian of the God of Death who once held the God of Death domain, a line of sight was always watching him out of curiosity and as the number of winning streaks increased.

Even this road to hell is...

After he was ready, he outputted the terrifying power in an instant.

Unexpectedly and reasonably, Tang San found that the jumping ability of his Eight Spider Spears had far exceeded the highest value he had ever tried.

I made a rough estimate and found out how much more height it was this time than before.

Tang San used the additional enhanced power of the Wisdom Skull again, and two rays of azure spiritual power spurted out from his eyes as if they had substance - the purple-level divine light exploded on the blood pool below the narrow road, blasting it straight out. A blood red vortex.

And Tang San's own body also relied on the reaction force of this blow, and his whole body climbed a lot higher again.

When he estimated that he had reached the highest point, he turned over and faced the top of the cave.

Tang San, who was still nervous and had no choice but to make a desperate move, instantly relaxed.

Because the top of the cave, which he had previously estimated to be more than two hundred meters high, had been brought closer to more than a hundred meters, or even close to two hundred meters, by his jumps and relays.

If it weren't for the weight of another person on his body, if he was the only one, he would have been able to reach the top of the cave and clear the level by simply jumping with the Eight Spider Spears.

But these are just assumptions. The fact is that Tang San still carries the weight of a person, or in other words, the weight of a life.

Without hesitating for too long, Tang San nailed himself firmly to the rock wall on the top of the mountain with the Flying Divine Claw tied with bluesilver grass to extend the attack distance.

While Bluesilver Grass and Feitian Divine Claw were recovering, they quickly brought his body to the top of the cave.

The eight spider spears took over the control of the body again, and with a bang, the eight spider spears pierced into the rock wall as easily as knives cutting tofu, and quickly crawled towards the only hole with light.

In front of the cave entrance that Tang San regarded as his target, a man in black robe covered his traces and stood in mid-air above the blood pool.

He was covered in a shabby black robe, and his messy beard covered his face that should not have been so vicissitudes of life.

That was the former God of Death, Tang San's caregiver and recommender, and now this inexplicably old man, whose body was no longer as strong as before, and who was once known to the world.

——Tang Hao.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at Tang San, who had successfully passed the last level and was heading in his direction, and then looked at the dangerous path he had walked, which was now covered and eroded by the sudden pool of blood. He couldn't float out of the murky water of blood for a while.

His eyes were full of complexity.

Tang Hao could neither love nor hate his experience in the Killing City.

Once upon a time, the young man's curiosity and desire to win caused trouble, so he asked his father to get this map and came to the cruelest and most effective training place - the killing city.

He used the Clear Sky Hammer to kill the evildoers who fell into the sins of the Killing City countless times outside and on the court, and also lingered for a while when Bloody Mary was eroded by the murderous intention in the later period.

When he was alone on this road to hell, he suffered from the erosion of murderous and evil spirits, and was questioned by the dark loopholes in his heart.

But even though he had gone through this, he didn't have the courage or strength to make such waves.

Although I don’t know why the last section of the road to hell this time was hidden in the blood pool.

Tang Hao still relied on his experience and sense of crisis as a former high-level soul master to predict that there would be some thrilling changes in the road to hell.

Tang Hao, who knew what the Killing God Realm represented, before leaving, looked back at the road leading to hell. It seemed to lead to hell and the abyss...

No, not as if.

The Killing City is an abyss.

After thinking about the abyss itself and what changes had occurred to their king hidden in the darkness, Tang Hao said in a cold voice: "Thanks to the Killing City for taking care of Quan Zi in the past two years, we will meet again when we are destined."

Wait until Tang San and Tang Hao, the God of Death, leave.

In the supposedly deserted road to hell, a sneer came out of thin air. The laughter did not stop, but began to twist and become wanton with one sound after another.

"God Shura, do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

"These heirs of yours, even the ones you are most optimistic about, will become the nourishment of my Rakshasa God! Hahahahahaha——!!"

The visitor was laughing wildly, showing an expression of obsession in the red mist.

He pointed his finger at the road to hell below, but with just a slight movement, the narrow road suddenly collapsed.

The rubble was wrapped in mist, and fell into the blood pool below that was being stirred up by divine power. The blood mist above was rare, and the blood mist in the sky became much thinner, and the face of the man could be seen.

That is……

The only and greatest king recognized in the Killing City.

He laughed loudly, and his tone gradually became sharper, unlike the sound that ordinary people could make. Amid this weird laughter, the blood pool below also began to stir, as if something was about to break out of it, ready to devour anyone at any time.

*****

Yu Yuyi, who was still looking for Han Marrow under the ice field, suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath for no reason, and her eyes began to turn black.

Snow Girl always likes to focus more than half of her attention on her breeder when getting along with Yu Yuyi.

Now Yu Yuyi couldn't help but teleport to Yiyi's side, supporting the breeder who was no longer much taller than her, "Yiyi, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Yuyi stroked her chest and felt for a moment. She felt that there was nothing wrong with her, so she comforted Xue Nu, "It's okay. Maybe I didn't sleep well yesterday. Don't worry, everything is fine now."

"Really?" The snow girl didn't know the situation of human beings. She only learned from inherited memories that human beings are fragile. They are too fragile to adapt to the climate here and will die easily.