Douluo: My bluesilver grass is not serious

Tang San asked with confusion on his face.

He had no intention of escaping, because he knew that without the help of the God of Anger, it would be absolutely impossible for him to escape from the enemy in front of him, and the heavy sword in his hand was a weapon he could not imagine.

The King of Slaughter seemed to be deep in memory, and then burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Who am I? Who am I? Hahahahaha..."

The King of Slaughter suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, but amidst the laughter, his expression was extremely painful, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Did I win? Or did I lose?"

"Everything has no meaning to me. Am I wrong? Am I right? It has been like a dream for decades. But I have fallen into such sin."

"Shura, what a Shura, I still failed to pass your test after all. This is not a matter of wrong or right, maybe it's time and luck."

The manic energy fluctuations made everything around him tremble, and the heavy sword in the hand of the King of Slaughter continued to spill out pieces of blood.

Tang San just stood there, watching him quietly. He vaguely understood that the King of Slaughter in front of him was very different from the completely bloody King of Slaughter before.

It seemed that he was who he was now, but what happened to him was something he couldn't guess.

After a long time, the Slaughter King's emotions gradually calmed down, the blood and tears stopped flowing, and his eyes became condensed again.

"Looking at the power of God in you, you should be the one chosen by God."

Tang San had nothing to hide and nodded.

The King of Slaughter said calmly:

"It's a pity that you are not a real god. Otherwise, I was the one who was defeated just now. I have taken this difficult step of becoming a god for decades, but I still have not been able to completely take it, and I will never be able to take it. , young man, thank you.”

"Thank me?"

Tang San looked at the King of Slaughter with some confusion.

The King of Slaughter said calmly:

"If it weren't for your divine power, my soul wouldn't have been able to wake up. I would have been lost in the evil blood and controlled by evil thoughts. It was your power that allowed me to break free from that cage."

"And I have achieved this demigod body. Although it is already too late, being able to feel the god-level power means that half of my long-cherished wish in this life has been fulfilled."

As he spoke, the red light in his hand subsided, and the heavy sword turned into blood and gradually disappeared into his palm.

"Are you wondering why there have been such huge changes in me before and after? It was you who saved me from that prison. It's okay to tell you. In a sense, we are actually the same kind of people."

The King of Slaughter said calmly. At this time, his mood seemed to be completely stable.

"Senior, please speak."

Although Tang San had been observing the changes in the surrounding environment in his heart and wanted to look for opportunities to escape, on the surface he still asked calmly.

The King of Killing said:

"The reason why I say that we are the same type of people is because we are all chosen by God. It's just that the God who chose us is different. The one who chose you is the God of Wrath."

"The one who chose me is the God of Evil Thoughts, which can also be called the God of Killing, and its real name is God Shura."

"Back then, because of a promise, I devoted all my energy to breaking through and becoming a god. However, it was too difficult to become a god."

"Only the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years can help the top powerhouses become gods physically. Thousands of years are really too long for me. Who can be sure how long I can live?"

"Seizing the day, so I chose another path, looking for a god to inherit."

"There are many gods in this world, but only the true Lord God can leave his divine aura behind when leaving this world.

To find your own successor, like the angry God who chose you, how difficult it is to find the divine thoughts left by God. "

"Even though I thought I had the power to reach heaven and earth, it was difficult to find any clues. It wasn't until I entered the Killing City that I finally found the aura of God, that is God Shura."

"There are actually two gods of evil thoughts in the world. One is the Shura God who is in charge of killing."

"The other is the Rakshasa God who is in charge of evil thoughts. The City of Killing is the relic left behind when they left this world. The Shura God and the Rakshasa God do not exist as twins. Instead, they are eternal enemies."

"The Shura God controls the purest killing energy, while the Rakshasa God controls the most evil power. Only by restraining each other can they prevent chaos in the world."

"At that time, I thought I had found the throne of God Shura, and I was very excited. God Shura also recognized my strength and ability, and gave me the test of God Shura. I passed the previous tests easily. "

"After all, I had reached the top level of human soul master at that time. I still remember that I was very excited at that time. Becoming a god was a promise I made to a person. Only after fulfilling this promise can I find her. that power."

"I can finally be with her."

"However, in the next test, I gradually became lost when facing the blood-red nine-headed bat king."

"My heart has been eroded by evil thoughts. The evil obsessions have been separated from my body, and my true heart has been completely blocked. My body has become a parasite of the blood-red nine-headed bat king and turned into what you see. The King of Killing."

"It wasn't until I woke up just now that I realized that what I accepted back then was by no means a pure test of God Shura. In that test, the breath of God Rakshasa was mixed. It was obviously when God Rakshasa was leaving this world."

"In order to prevent his successor from encountering the obstruction of God Shura again, he deliberately faced the divine will of God Shura, and also changed the original shape of the Killing City. This was originally just a place for killing the world."

"But it has become a place of corruption and evil. God Shura's spiritual thoughts are constantly being eroded and contaminated with countless impurities."

"It is precisely because of this that I was disturbed by the spiritual thoughts of the Rakshasa God, failed to complete the assessment of the Shura God, and completely fell into evil thoughts, and was parasitized by the blood-red nine-headed bat king."

"For so many years, the blood-red nine-headed bat king has been corroding my body, trying to truly invade my body and absorb all my energy, but my true heart still exists after all, and I continue to fight against it. I was fighting for control of my body until just now, with the help of your power."

"I finally broke through the barrier and used the breath of God to eliminate all the evil thoughts left by the Rakshasa God in the mind of the Shura God. Thus, I passed the eighth test of the Shura God and obtained the recognition of the Shura Holy Sword. Unfortunately, this It's already too late, it's too late..."

Tang San did not ask the King of Slaughter, because he did not know when the King of Slaughter returned to his previous state, so every minute and every second now was torture.

He subconsciously released his martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer.

Black light surged, and in order not to arouse the Slaughter King's vigilance, Tang San deliberately slowed down the speed of condensing his soul power. A silky black light gradually formed on his left hand, Haotian engraved with the magic pattern of the Killing God Domain. The hammer was held tightly in his palm.

The Slaughter King's eyes froze as he looked at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's left hand. The bloody light around his body fluctuated violently, causing Tang San to take a few steps back before he regained his balance.

"You..., you are...a...child of...Haotian...sect..., whose child...are you...?"

The Slaughter King's voice was trembling, and blood and tears were constantly overflowing from his black eyes, making his face look ferocious.

An imperceptible light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and then he said respectfully:

"Father Tang Hao, senior, you..."

"Tang Hao, it turns out that you are Hao'er's son. It has been so many years, and even Hao'er's son has grown up so big. Well, you are very good, very good... My name is Tang Chen, my child."

As he spoke, black light surged in his hand, and an extremely huge hammer covered in dark golden magic patterns appeared in Tang Chen's hand.

Even though the shape of the hammer was already hugely different from Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, the real aura of the Clear Sky Hammer couldn't be faked.

It is the peerless martial soul passed down from the Haotian Sect, and it is the peerless martial soul in its most peak form.

Seeing the real Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. Without hesitation, he knelt down on the ground and worshiped, choking and shouting:

"Great-grandfather."

At this moment, his emotions became extremely excited. He could never have imagined that the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter was actually his great-grandfather.

The despair and pain in my heart were gone at this moment, and the doubts in my heart suddenly cleared up.

yes! His great-grandfather also possesses a real artifact, and his cultivation level is far above his own. What shame would it be to lose to his great-grandfather?

Tang San was overjoyed to be able to help his great-grandfather regain consciousness unintentionally.

At this moment when power is most lacking, if the great ancestor, as the leader of the once number one sect in the world and the ninety-ninth level demigod pinnacle Douluo, could lead the army, how powerful would that be?

Isn't it easy to hit Yun Feng casually? Even if you can't hit him head-on, you can still attack him secretly.

"Get up, get up quickly, good boy, let my great-grandfather take a good look at you."

Tang Chen wanted to step forward to help Tang San, but when the bloody light on his body came in front of Tang San, a deep sadness flashed in his eyes. He just used his hands to help Tang San, but did not touch him.

Because Tang San lowered his head, he didn't see the change in the expression in Tang Chen's eyes.

"Great-grandfather, you must make the decision for my father!"

Tang San bowed again.

Tang Chen said in surprise:

"You get up first, your father? What's wrong with Hao'er? He is the most promising person to inherit my mantle. Isn't he the leader of the Haotian Sect now?"

"I have been trapped in the killing city for decades and have no idea what is happening in the outside world. Faintly, I seem to have felt your father's aura appearing around me. Please tell me in detail what happened."

Tang San understood that the reason why Tang Chen had felt his father's aura was probably when his father passed through the Hell Road of the Killing Capital to obtain the Killing God Domain. Unfortunately, the ancestors and grandsons could not recognize each other.

At the moment, he recounted the situation of the Haotian Sect in detail over the years, including the love between his father and his mother, the persecution of Wuhun Palace, the expulsion of the sect, and the closure of the sect.

As well as the destruction of the sect, the death of his father, the betrayal of his mother, and all the things he suffered.

Tang Chen was Tang San's great-grandfather and the previous generation's leader of the Tang clan. His strength was even higher than that of Poseidon Douluo Bo Saixi.

Now he has inherited part of the divine power of God Shura. Unlike himself, he has soul power support up to level ninety-nine. I am afraid that he is now the number one soul master in the world.

With the support of his great-grandfather, Tang San was convinced that neither the Haotian Sect nor the general trend of the world would ever be as difficult as what he faced.

Listening to Tang San's words, Tang Chen's face became more and more ugly, and every change in the expression on his face made the air crackle like it was solidifying.

"Okay, what a Wuhundian, what a Qiandaoliu, what a Yunfeng, your grandfather is such a fool, is the answer to forbearance?"

The blood surged and fluctuated chaotically, and Tang San could vaguely see the blood streaks flashing under his great-grandfather's skin.

"Hao'er, Hao'er has ended up in such a situation. Why is this child so stupid!"

Tang Chen burst into tears, but his tears were still bloody.

"Great-grandfather, don't be sad. The most important thing for us now is how to bring the Haotian Sect back out of the soul master world, destroy the ambitions of the Wuhun Palace, and eradicate them completely. The hatred between our parents is irreconcilable, and we will not kill them. Complete destruction, I will never give up."

Tang Chen stared at Tang San blankly, speechless for a long time. Tang San looked at him sincerely, thinking that after his great-grandfather learned about the sect's situation, he would definitely take him back to the sect to clean up the situation.

However, the light in Tang Chen's eyes gradually dimmed. He sighed, shook his head, and closed his eyes in pain.

"It's all my responsibility for the sect to be like this, but I can't go back with you to rebuild the sect. My child, you are only in your twenties this year. How many times have you passed the divine examination?"

Tang San looked at Tang Chen with some confusion, even a little angry, but after thinking about it, he still said respectfully:

"Great-grandfather, I have passed the seventh test of the God of Anger."

After Tang Chen nodded, he reached into his arms and took out a small golden hammer. Each end of the small hammer was inlaid with a black gemstone, which looked extremely delicate.

"My child, this is for you. It is my token, and it is also the token of the chief elder of our Haotian Sect. With it, you can summon all the remaining elders to listen to you, and you can also rebuild the Haotian Sect and have the power to abolish the sect leader. Decide on sect affairs."

"You are only in your twenties this year, but you have reached the eighth level and passed God's seven tests. Although I am proud of myself, I am still far behind you when you were so old."

"Good boy, I am proud of you, and you are also the pride of our Haotian Sect. The future of the Haotian Sect will be left to you. When you are about to take the nine exams of the Angry God, I will take the initiative to come to you! "

As he spoke, he threw the golden hammer towards Tang San, and suddenly jumped up into the sky like a huge blood-red bird, instantly turning into a blood-red meteor and disappearing from Tang San's sight.