Lord of Shura Palace of Douluo

Tang Ling suddenly realized that the murderous aura around his body seemed to be pulled by a special force.

With a whoosh, Tang Ling finally rushed into the white light curtain.

Everything around him seemed to be changing. The moment Tang Ling jumped into the white light screen, he suddenly felt as if his body had entered a special world.

In this white world, I can't use any strength in my body. The only feeling is coldness.

It seemed as if countless amounts of coldness were condensing towards him, and countless amounts of coldness were being released from his body. In this white void, Tang Ling endured the terrifying pain alone.

The cold feeling that shouldn't have appeared still appeared. It was not a real temperature change, but the chill brought by the murderous aura. The purest murderous aura quickly invaded Tang Ling's body. Every time it invaded, Tang Ling felt... Ling trembled.

When the coldness gradually stiffened his heart, his consciousness began to quietly fade away with his consciousness. At this time, Tang Ling finally confirmed that this was a realm, a realm condensed with murderous aura. In the realm, he is like a rootless duckweed.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Tang Ling woke up from the pain, he felt like he was in a dream.

He looked at the Shura Sword in his hand. The original dark red lines had been added a little more. Those lines looked like the blood lines on the ground of the Hell Killing Ground when the Hell Road was activated, except that it was much smaller, and it was White.

When Tang Ling tried to feel the white lines, in an instant, a surging white light quietly filled the air. The white light was released from the Shura Sword, but soon, the white light turned colorless.

Tang Ling stood up. The wounds all over his body were undoubtedly painful. He moved his body and neck, took out a coat from the soul guide, and lit his tattered clothes on fire.

After passing through the Killing City, his soul power finally reached level 60. When he returned to Shura Hall, he could evolve his soul ring through Xiao Jin. The past two years were not a waste for Tang Ling, and he had reached level 60. achieved the original purpose.

Returning the same way, he passed by the tavern from two years ago and saw two strange yet familiar people.

The person who came had blue hair, was tall, and had an extremely handsome face, while the person next to him had messy hair and ordinary tan clothes, which made him look a bit sloppy.

"Brother!" When the blue-haired young man saw Tang Ling, his eyes lit up and he quickly took two steps forward with some joy.

Tang Ling stopped and looked at the middle-aged man, Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, the same man from two years ago. He nodded slightly to him, then looked at Tang San, "We haven't seen each other for two years. There have been great changes. The soul has changed a lot." The power has also reached the Soul King."

"Well, brother, my Blue Silver Grass has awakened for the second time and evolved into the Blue Silver Emperor." With that said, Tang San released his martial spirit.

Blue Silver Emperor is a bit thicker than ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Its sapphire-like leaves are crystal clear, and the golden lines on them are faintly visible.

"Well, very good." Tang Ling gently touched the leaves and finally said a word of praise.

Tang San also smiled happily, and Tang Hao on the side was slightly stunned. Could it be that his son would also behave like a child? Tang San has always been sensible and steady. It's been a long time since he saw Tang San like this. Tang Hao even felt that Tang Ling was like Tang San's biological brother. He even understood him better than himself and would be happy. Share your own growth with him and you will be happy because of his simple recognition.

Tang Ling didn't need to think twice to know that Tang San was going to break into the Killing City. After all, he kindly reminded him, "Don't trust anyone when entering the Killing City, and don't be fooled by anything. Keeping a clear head is the most important thing." , your wise skull, don’t be treated as a decoration.”

Tang San nodded immediately, keeping Tang Ling's words in mind. He believed in his brother unconditionally.

Tang Ling patted his shoulder and stopped looking at him. He slightly cupped his hands towards Tang Hao and said, "Goodbye, Haotian Douluo." After that, he turned around to leave.

Tang Hao paused, "Master Shura Hall, can we chat for a while?"

With the enticement of a titled Douluo, and the fact that he was Tang San's father, Tang Ling didn't mind saying a few more words and nodded, indicating that he would wait outside.

Tang Hao took Tang San into the bar, and Tang Ling leaned against a tree with his arms folded and his eyes closed to relax.

Not long after, the sound of a fight broke out in the bar, and Tang Hao also walked out of the bar. Tang Ling raised his eyes slightly, put away the tiredness in his eyes, and showed his usual indifference.

"You don't have to be so guarded against me. I'm just Xiaosan's father." Tang Hao walked past Tang Ling, and the two of them walked back side by side.

"It's easy for you to kill me. It doesn't make any difference if you can kill the previous pope, whether you are on guard or not." Tang Ling chuckled lightly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked neither fast nor slow.

Tang Hao didn't answer, but his voice was a little more relaxed, "Thank you for taking care of my mistress over the years. I can feel that he trusts you very much. It even made me feel that you have known each other for a long time."

Tang Ling had to sigh at Tang Hao's intuition, "Then you should thank Master Yu for helping you take care of your child and teach him everything about martial arts. Thank me for anything."

The topic was silent again. It was clear that the two of them had just met, but they had an inexplicable illusion of sympathy for each other. Maybe it was because of Tang San as a bridge. Tang Ling brought up Tang San in the previous life, and Tang Hao was Tang San's in this life. Father.

Tang Hao didn't feel murderous aura from Tang Ling. Although he was as old as Tang San, he didn't look like a young man in terms of character. Instead, he felt like he was strategizing and looking down on everything. Tang Hao paused and then said, "What if If you need it, you can go to Yuexuan, maybe there will be a lot of improvement for you there."

"Yue Xuan? Is that the place where noble etiquette is taught? Forget it, thank you for your kindness. I am not born a noble, and I don't want to become one."

Before Tang Hao could speak, Tang Ling smiled easily, raised his head slightly to look at him, and said, "Don't worry, I won't let my murderous intention get out of control. Although the music is good, I have long been no longer qualified to enjoy it."

Tang Hao couldn't say anything. The young Lord of Shura Palace seemed to be burdened with too many things. He suddenly felt that Xiaosan was lucky. At least he could protect him. Although he also felt that he was quite incompetent, at least If he leaves the Killing City, he will be picked up at the exit.

Tang Ling looked at Tang Hao and handed over his hand again, "Thank you Haotian Douluo for sending me this way. I still have something to do in the Shura Hall and I need to go back."

Tang Hao nodded and paused, "If Shura Palace is in need, you can come to me."

"Thank you."

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