Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

When the artificial blood moon shone on the Holy Spirit altar, Tang Ya dug her nails into her palms, and dark red blood dripped from between her fingers, but it could not extinguish the jealousy burning in her chest.

When she was young, she was a rare genius in the Tang Sect for hundreds of years. Ten thousand years ago, the first generation of the Tang Sect master made the Tang Sect glorious with his Blue Silver Grass spirit. Later, he became a god and left, but he did not leave any descendants in the Tang Sect.

In order to commemorate him, the descendants of the Tang Sect insisted on using Blue Silver Grass as an honor when choosing a sect leader, and also worked hard to cultivate soul masters with Blue Silver Grass martial spirits. Unfortunately, facts have proved that not everyone can exert the powerful power of Blue Silver Grass. Since the departure of the legendary great man, there has been no strong man with Blue Silver Grass martial spirit who can stand at the top of the continent. But this tradition has continued, and no one can change it.

Tang Ya's talent in blue silver grass was already quite good, but until the Tang Sect was replaced by the little-known Iron Blood Sect, she followed Bei Bei to Shrek Academy and watched little by little how she became lost in the crowd and there was no hope for the revival of the Tang Sect.

Later, by chance, she joined the Holy Spirit Church. Because the dark blue silver grass she awakened had a talent for devouring, she was noticed by the leader Zhongli Wu, named a saint, and introduced to the supreme leader Ye Xishui. She became the most talented evil soul master of the younger generation of the Holy Spirit Church.

This undoubtedly brought her great satisfaction, until she found out that there are always people better than her. The new gray-haired man not only has a stronger cultivation than her, but also has the ability to control the mind and devour life.

What's more terrible is that the gray-haired girl is also a high-level soul guide, which makes her highly valued by the Supreme Master. After all, the Holy Spirit Church's base camp is located in the Sun and Moon Empire. The evil soul masters are not good at it, but they definitely know soul guides and their value.

Tang Ya was a detached person at first, unable to concentrate on studying and researching soul guides. She was only a Level 2 soul guide until she was expelled from Shrek Academy. After coming to the Holy Spirit Church, she was even more focused on devouring the lives of soul masters in order to improve her own cultivation. She had no time or interest in studying soul guides.

The vibration of the altar under her feet interrupted Tang Ya's thoughts. She knew what it was. When she was canonized as a saint, she was allowed to touch that pile of "junk metal" and even had a faint resonance with it, which established her position in the Holy Spirit Church.

A crack suddenly appeared in the center of the altar, and a dark purple light burst out from the crack. The ground was wriggling like a living thing, and gravel and dust fell. With a roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell, broken pieces of armor and a cracked sickle broke out of the ground. Spider-web-like patterns remained on the armor fragments, and the blade of the sickle had long been damaged. Viscous purple-black liquid like blood oozed out of the cracks, and when it dripped onto the ground, it corroded a deep pit that hissed.

"This is the grace of the Holy Emperor!" Ye Xishui's tone suddenly became extremely respectful, "Come, try to touch them, I believe you can do better than the Blue Silver Saint."

Mu Xing stepped onto the altar, her dragon-embroidered dress fluttering in the energy turbulence. As soon as her fingertips touched the handle of the sickle, the suspended armor fragments let out a sharp whine, as if being pulled by invisible threads, and instantly exploded into thousands of dark purple streams of light. The light spots drilled into the cracks of the sickle like a swarm of hungry insects, and the dried blood on the blade suddenly lit up, greedily sucking the remaining divine power in the armor.

As the crack was completely healed, the sickle blade suddenly expanded to more than two meters in length. The blade was no longer metal, but some kind of chaotic substance between entity and phantom, as if countless resentful souls were compressed into a sharp blade. The thorn patterns wrapped around the handle oozed black blood, and the fangs of the Rakshasa ghost face on the top slowly opened and closed.

At the same time, the shadow of Alex holding a sickle also appeared behind Mu Xing, facing Ye Xishui's Blood Soul Demon Puppet from a distance.

“Hahahaha… you are indeed a true saint!” Amid Ye Xishui’s crazy laughter, a group of evil soul masters, including Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, all prostrated themselves on the ground at the same time.

Mu Xing ignored the frantic Ye Xishui and the evil soul masters who were shouting "Long Live the Saint". The moment she touched the sickle, fragments of memories that did not belong to her came flooding back. She seemed to see the mischievous gods playing games...

Well, it was Luosha. I didn't expect to find her lost artifact here. Not long after the throne was passed down, the successor died. It's a pity that Luosha left the God Realm too early, otherwise Muxing really wanted to see her expression!

In this case, let's borrow her magic weapon. Mu Xing secretly activated the Shura power. It's better for this thing to fall into the hands of the enemy than in the hands of the Holy Spirit Church or Tang San. Mu Xing is now completely sure that the so-called Holy Emperor must be related to the Tang family, either Tang Hao or Tang San.

Under the influence of Shura's divine power, the sickle gradually transformed. At first, the blade surface only had a layer of dark red halo, as if blood was flowing on the metal surface. As the blade surface was gradually soaked with blood, the original purple-black color completely disappeared, replaced by a deep blood red, as if it had condensed the blood of countless lives. There was a faint blood mist lingering at the edge of the blade, and every swing seemed to tear the space apart, bringing up a gust of bloody wind, exuding a suffocating murderous intent.

In the eyes of the Holy Spirit Church, this scene seemed like a miracle.

Are you here to clean up the Holy Spirit Church? I told you she could even be a Holy Emperor! The Masked Douluo, who was lying on the ground, secretly complained.

"Long live the Black Kite Saint! This is the Holy Emperor appearing. Our sect will prosper!" There were even evil soul master elders with tears in their eyes, calling out Mu Xing's name over and over.

"Times have changed. We don't have to play other roles anymore. We can be ourselves! Yes, the real us! In the past, I experienced failure, betrayal, and lost everything. But now, I will control everything! This is the complete Black Kite, the complete Fu Shi, the complete - me!"

Mu Xing raised the magic sickle stained with blood. She did not forget the inaugural speech she promised Zhongli Wu. Her childish speech actually made the evil soul masters, from the Supreme Leader to the ordinary believers, applaud her enthusiastically.

Then, she looked at Tang Ya, who was standing aside with her head down and staring at the ground.

Zhongli Wu wanted to beg for mercy, but was glared back by Ye Xishui. Now it was obvious who was more valuable.

"Don't worry, we are both saints. I won't kill you just because you offended me. Isn't this the ironclad proof that I have humanity?" Mu Xing pretended to be magnanimous. "The leader mentioned that competition before, right? I'll spare your life for now. If you lose, I'll feed you to Lao Yi!"

Of course, it would be even better if I could die in Beibei's hands.