Chapter 326 Return to the Killing City (First update, 3000, please subscribe!)
Qian Daoliu used his soul power to resist the aftermath of the attack and did not dare to relax for a moment.
The sun was shattered by the power of the two people, and the golden and gray-gold light flow made the sky extremely gorgeous. The colorful light added a bit of a dream to the scene here.
The two-color realm has been closed, but the 30% bonus from Overload remains.
The strength reduced to 150,000 kilograms is not something that Qian Daoliu, a peerless Douluo with six-winged holy angel spirit, can achieve.
He could only consume more soul power to compete with this powerful physical force.
The sacred sword and the death sickle collided, and the power was transmitted to both of them in an instant.
After a moment of struggle, Qian Daoliu's body swayed slightly, and his soul power was slightly disordered. However, Fang Ling's face did not change, and he directly resisted him with the strength of his divine body.
A moment later, the space shook violently, and a dull loud noise sounded between heaven and earth.
"Boom——!"
It was as if someone in the void had punched the world. Along with the loud noise, a shock wave in the air visible to the naked eye spread rapidly.
The confrontation between death and divine power gathered majestic power, tearing open two huge space cracks in an instant.
The area around the cracks resembles leaf veins growing, glass shattering, spiders spinning webs, and endless tiny cracks being shaken out.
The aftermath of the divine power was swallowed up partially by the space crack in an instant.
Qian Daoliu could use his soul power to resist, but there was no need, so he chose to retreat instantly.
The golden light of the sacred sword in his hand, which had been enhanced by the angel's power, dimmed, and the sacred fire was about to go out, with only sporadic flames burning on it.
The gray-gold death power is eroding the sacred sword, and the angelic power is purifying and dissolving with difficulty.
A hole was broken in the sword body, and the purified divine power of death and the annihilated divine power of angels continued to turn into dots of light and dissipate.
Fang Ling's Death Scythe was in much better condition than his Sacred Sword. The blade was not damaged, but there was only a tiny crack on the handle, which would be repaired in a short time.
The angelic power wanted to invade Fang Ling through the Death Scythe and dissolve the soul power in his body.
But under the constant generation of the divine power of death, they were all wiped out, unable to make any waves.
Looking at the space crack in front of him that had begun to heal, Fang Ling activated the eighth soul ring.
A silver-black halo of light flashed across Qian Daoliu's eyes, and Fang Ling's breath disappeared from his perception for a moment. The broken space here was healed, smoothed, and returned to its original appearance.
The two people stood opposite each other in the clear sky, neither of them making any move.
Through the fight with Qian Daoliu, Fang Ling had already made a preliminary judgment in his mind about Tang Chen's possible strength.
Even if he passes the Nine Tests of Shura, he will not be afraid if he temporarily possesses the super divine weapon of Shura Demon Sword.
The blood-red nine-headed bat king is not strong enough. All he needs to do is use all his strength to kill him and Tang Chen together in an instant.
Fang Ling didn't believe that you, Tang Chen, could come back to life with your broken body!
Poseidon Tang San had his heart ripped out, and even the Rakshasa divine power could not repair his heart. As the attribute of death is absolutely opposite to life, it should have a more powerful effect.
Qian Daoliu didn't take any more action. The power of the angel god was more than this, and he could borrow more with his strength, but there was no need to fight anymore.
He saw that Fang Ling was just measuring his current strength in this world.
The majestic fighting spirit before has been lost, and the mood has calmed down. There is no need to fight again.
"Okay, since ancient times, the waves behind have pushed the waves ahead. I have finally seen what a true genius is." Qian Daoliu put away the sacred sword that was corroded by the power of death in his hand and nodded in praise.
He was very satisfied with his granddaughter's choice.
"Thanks for the advice, senior." After canceling the overload and losing the stimulation of the soul power on the body, Fang Ling's face instantly turned a little pale, he staggered and almost fell down.
The soul power is still full, after all, he only managed one final slash.
There is a feeling of emptiness inside the body, giving people an extremely awkward feeling. The body seems to be uncomfortable, but it also seems not to be there.
Fang Ling urged the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg. Under the nourishment of the power of life, his complexion gradually improved and the feeling of emptiness gradually subsided.
The two chatted and laughed all the way, discussing cultivation, mental power and soul power fusion, and slowly returned to Wuhun Hall.
The rest of the people who came here saw nothing but a mouthful of the aftermath of the battle.
Returning to Wuhun Hall, Fang Ling began a not-too-long wait, waiting for the undead to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and the small energy core gradually grew and became full.
During the half month in Wuhun Hall, I was accompanied by beauties all day long. Occasionally I would go shopping with Hu Liena, and Qian Renxue would come from time to time.
In my spare time, I practiced some new sickening techniques and had a good time.
Except for Bibi Dong's constant cold treatment of each other, Fang Ling and Qian Daoliu had a pretty good relationship.
After the soul gathering was completed, the precious light bloomed on the Death Scythe, and the energy of the Kingdom of the Dead was almost full, he immediately chose to say goodbye.
Kill Tang Chen, today!
With scarlet blood flashing in his eyes, he came to the last military formation controlled by Wuhun Palace again.
The place was still heavily guarded. Taking out Bibi Dong's token and entering it, Fang Ling walked slowly down the tunnel.
"Welcome to the Killing City..." Familiar words came from all directions.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a bloody smile flashed across Fang Ling's face.
After a space wave enveloped his body, he entered the demiplane of the Killing City.
The first is to test whether the field can support soul skills in the killing city.
After a simple test, Fang Ling found that the Death Realm was just as he had guessed, and could resist the Forbidden Magic Formation of the Killing City!
But not in the warrior realm. What is unexpected, but also reasonable, is that the realm of time and space also works!
The use of time has yet to be developed, but this time it is not for time skills. An idea suddenly jumped out of Fang Ling's mind...
The silver-black light disappeared under his clothes, and he walked out slowly.
The scenery outside the corridor remains the same as before. After some time, the Killing City has regained a lot of its vitality.
You can still see people in black clothes carrying supplies, and there are still black-armored people holding heavy swords, wearing thick armor, and sitting on tall war horses to guard.
It still smells familiar, almost as cold as a dead person.
Fang Ling ignored everyone and slowly walked towards him.
No one dared to step forward to intercept him. As the God of Death passing through the Hell Road of the Killing City, he had the right to enter and exit the Killing City freely.
Moreover, the space-time domain allows him to disappear into the void.
This is a small use of the power of space. With space perception, he has particularly good control over the power of space.
Spatial perception took the entire structure of the Slaughter City into his mind, and Fang Ling immediately found the location of the big bat of the Slaughter King.
It was a high tower with no light in it, and in a large dark room high up there was a huge chair set with crystals.
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A slender figure sat on it, its huge fangs sucking the scarlet blood from the snow pool next to it.
What surprised Fang Ling was that Big Bat was not the only one.
The bodies of a man and a woman overlapped. The blood-red nine-headed bat king was sitting on a chair. A concave and convex figure sat on him and kept rising and falling.
"Uh..." Fang Ling was a little speechless, she was like an erotic woman.
Does Tang Chen know that you are using his body to do this?
"Who?" As a soul beast that can parasitize Tang Chen, the blood-red nine-headed bat king naturally has two brushes.
Although he didn't feel anything, his sixth sense was touched, and it seemed that someone had come in!
Someone quietly entered the killing city?
Why did it come?
The blood-red nine-headed bat king could only think of Tang Hao, Bibi Dong and Fang Ling.
The original excitement was lost in an instant, the body was frightened, and the eyes were filled with blood. The strong mental power swept through repeatedly, and a sound wave that was inaudible to human ears echoed throughout the killing city.
But he found no one.
illusion?
"Huh!" The King of Slaughter breathed out a breath and confirmed again and again that this was the result. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of vigilance. "Is this really an illusion?"
As a soul beast that can parasitize Tang Chen, the nine-headed blood-red bat king is a powerful soul beast that has been around for half a million years.
Fang Ling's guess was correct. It was indeed the pet of God Shura and had a small amount of authority.
This is where the teleporting bat pattern on Hell's Killing Fields comes from.
In the past, he had been cultivating peacefully in the Blood River underground in the Killing City. The reason why he came out to parasitize Tang Chen was also very simple: Heavenly Tribulation.
The blood-red nine-headed bat king cannot survive the 600,000-year catastrophe!
The demiplane transformed by God Shura in the Capital of Killing City is very special, but no matter how special it is, it only exists dependent on Douluo Star, and the corresponding laws of heavenly tribulation are still valid.
There is also an innate soul skill called parasitism. As long as the person is parasitized, he can change his identity and escape the catastrophe. Of course, his lifespan will also be shortened.
After careful selection, it chose Tang Chen.
As the former pet of God Shura, the Blood-red Nine-Headed Bat King knew that Tang Chen had obtained the Nine Tests of Shura, and also knew that he had been plotted by the Rakshasa Divine Mind.
So I took advantage of this opportunity to parasitize him and take a chance on the possibility of becoming a god.
Tang Chen was plotted during the eighth Shura test, and he had already gone a long way on the road to becoming a god.
Even if he is plotted by the Rakshasa God, he is not without the power to resist.
But the resistance was suppressed, and the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King relied on his outstanding mental power to make the parasite successful.
It believes in its own power and can only think of it as an illusion.
But I still had lingering fears and became cautious.
Fang Ling noticed his movements, but his expression did not change at all.
He is shrouded in the realm of time and space, and disappears into the void. He will not be perceived by anyone, and no trace will be found when his mental power is swept.
This is also the reason why the space-time domain is immune to forbidden magic.
They are not in the same world, and the forbidden demon realm in a small plane like the Killing City naturally has no control over him.
Finding a secret place, Fang Ling summoned the Death Scythe and began to prepare.
He locked the position of the tower in his heart, gathered his soul power, let the domain enhance himself, and prepared to strike his peak blow.
This time I didn't use Overload, I mainly relied on the ring explosion and the death skill Final Slash to deal damage.
He stepped out of the void and appeared behind the King of Slaughter.
Wielding the scythe, the ninth and sixth soul rings were directly shattered, and their power was concentrated on the death scythe, which was shining with the gray-gold death light.
The Great Sumeru Death Scythe explodes the ring!
Explode two rings in a row!
(End of chapter)