Chapter 342 Tang San’s Killing (Second update, please subscribe!)
The act of killing is rooted in human instinct, and people are being killed every moment in the world.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
Laughing like a villain, Fang Ling devoted himself to hunting the soul beasts to obtain soul bones and undead souls.
Watching the points continue to grow, I kept shouting in my heart: "My way has been accomplished!"
He was having a great time killing, and at the same time, the Star Luo Empire was in an unknown small city.
There are also people who are taking advantage of the dark moon and high winds to carry out mass killings.
However, compared to Fang Ling's killing of hundred thousand year old soul beasts and high level ten thousand year old soul beasts, this man was killing innocent soul masters.
The killing started from the Wuhun Hall in the small town.
A white cold halo spread, and all the soul masters present suddenly felt a tremor coming from their souls.
At this moment, they suddenly realized that they seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world.
A strong chill burst out from within, and traces of icy red light lit up in the most vulnerable places deep inside.
Those shrouded in white light were all little soul masters, unable to resist the majestic murderous aura within. Their faces kept trembling, and everyone's eyes showed a heavy look of horror.
Their muscles were shaking uncontrollably, and they wanted to escape, but they couldn't put in the effort, and even breathing was becoming difficult.
"Ah——" A short and rapid scream came from a room.
Everyone seemed to have received some order, and like extremely frightened rabbits, they quickly gathered towards the hall.
When you gather with others, you will have stronger power to resist. This is what most people think.
A few people hid in fear and did not dare to move.
However, unlike what they imagined, the more people gathered, the safer they would be. When more people gathered, it would be easier to kill.
At this moment, a corpse was lying on the ground in the middle of the hall, and a spooky and terrifying atmosphere spread throughout the Spirit Hall.
A weak soul master hurriedly approached. Seeing the terrifying sight in front of him, he knew that an enemy he could not afford to offend was coming. He wanted to run away, but he was overtaken and killed instantly the moment he turned around.
His eyes were full of extreme panic, and a feeling of emptiness was transmitted to his brain.
Lost too much blood?
This was the last thought in my mind before my consciousness began to blur and I fell into the abyss of death.
The appearance of death is extremely miserable, but there is no blood, which is why there is no smell of blood.
With the help of the cold moonlight, the people of Wuhun Palace could clearly see that their companions who used to talk and laugh were actually stabbed through the chest by a sharp blood-red spear.
Under the bloody light, it suddenly turned into a shriveled corpse.
The palace master here is a middle-aged man with gray hair.
He was well-informed, and based on the appearance after death, he could immediately tell who the person was.
He is a fallen soul master who practices by devouring evil!
The person who came was wearing a black robe, and his face was covered with a bronze ghost mask, which seemed shady.
But the hall master's martial spirit gave him extremely sensitive vision. Although the man in black robe was wearing gloves, he could still display enough information through his exposed wrist.
Among high-level soul masters, there are very few people in this world who are covered in keloids, and he knows only one——
Fleeing from the Tiandou Empire to the Xingluo Empire, Tang San is now the head of the Tang Sect, the young master of the Haotian Sect!
"Tang San, I curse you, I will wait for you in hell!" The palace master scolded angrily, and then he couldn't say anything.
Faced with this man's curse, Tang San didn't say a word.
What is there to say to the dead?
With a cold light shining in his eyes, he stabbed him to death with a spear.
The soul power and life force were absorbed through the Eight Spider Spears, and the palace master also turned into a mummy without any resistance.
The blood-colored spear that had been dyed crimson by blood kept dancing, and Tang San's figure wandered back and forth in the Spirit Hall.
The God of Death's territory expanded slightly, and everyone's location was clearly visible.
Tang San killed everyone in this martial spirit branch hall!
The moon and stars in the night sky were obscured by dark clouds, and their light disappeared without a trace,
The extremely low air pressure made the air extremely depressing, and the rain fell on the ground with a gurgling sound. Amid the heavy rain and thunderous bursts of thunder, a ferocious smile appeared on Tang San's face.
Compared to before, he looked like a ghost.
After being rejected by Xiao Wu, the last softness in his heart disappeared.
In the past, I had to control my own murderous intent to try to gain the approval of the gods, so that I could become a god at level 100 later, and I could not practice killing, devouring, and cultivating.
With Tang Yuehua's help, he learned the so-called aristocratic etiquette and cultivated his sentiments at the newly opened Yuexuan in the Star Luo Empire, and it was indeed effective.
But then a blood-red light entered his Dantian, and he learned the conditions for becoming a god - becoming a ninety-ninth level titled Douluo.
This extremely simple condition overwhelmed the last tense chord in Tang San's heart.
The resentment caused by Xiao Wu's departure exploded like crazy.
Tang San simply broke the jar and threw it.
As a fallen soul master, how could he cultivate quickly without devouring it?
And the most critical factor is that Fang Ling practices too fast!
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The world has already determined that Fang Ling's talent is unique throughout history, and he must be a peerless talent who will become a god at level 100.
But he is from the Tiandou Empire and is deeply involved with the Tiandou Empire!
After a vague investigation, Wuhun Palace is now unclear about the Tiandou Empire. If the Star Luo Empire does not give birth to a god, it may not be able to resist it.
After all, Tang San and Dai Mubai had grown up together for a period of time and had more or less friendship, and they also accepted his kindness when they came to the Star Luo Empire.
Tang San will repay this respect.
The most important thing is that he and Fang Ling are mortal enemies. After Fang Ling becomes a god, there is no need to think about what will happen to his enemy.
If you don’t want to die, you must devour more and speed up your growth!
Tang San would not place his hope in that blood-red divine power and face Fang Ling again, he would kill him himself!
After slaughtering the Wuhun Branch Hall, he jumped onto the roof.
The strong man in black robe outside felt the aura exuding from Tang San's body, couldn't help sighing in his heart, and sincerely suggested:
"Xiao San, after this battle, take a break and adjust your own heart. Don't really fall into the devil's way."
"Uncle." Tang San's eyes flashed with a bloody light of murder.
The sturdy man in black robe is the leader of Haotian Sect, Xiaotian Douluo Tang Xiao.
When the blood color calmed down, Tang San said calmly: "Fang Ling's growth is scary. If he becomes a god, what should we do?"
The power of a ninety-nine-level titled Douluo is unimaginable, not to mention the legendary level-100 gods who have not appeared again for who knows how many years.
The man was so choked that he couldn't answer.
Tang Xiao shook his head, slapped his face hard, and kept scolding:
"It's all my fault for being incompetent. I can't bear the heavy burden of facing Fang Ling. I've really suffered for you for the sake of our sect."
"I don't blame you, uncle. Fang Ling is too evil, and his divine favor is too strong. Even if I am a twin martial soul soul master, I can't catch up, let alone-"
Tang San grinned, "I don't feel bitter!"
All the troubles and pressures in the world came one after another, and the overlapping pressures continued to ferment in his heart.
Without the pull of Xiao Wu's white moonlight, and no successful experience to anchor his inner state, he has been stuck in failure. He gradually became mentally abnormal, became more and more immersed in killing, and was really going to become a demon.
The Shura Demonic Sword in his dantian flashed a bloody light at the right time, allowing Tang San to wake up.
He was stunned, looked at the list, and said calmly: "Let's go, let's go and devour the nobles who dare to collude with Wuhun Palace."
Tang San didn't devour people randomly in the Star Luo Empire. They all chose the Star Luo Empire and the Spirit Hall or colluded with the Tiandou Empire.
The Star Luo Empire needs gods. It needs Tang San to become a level ninety-nine peerless Douluo and a god to withstand possible risks in the future.
Since these people have betrayed, they can just die and be put to good use.
(End of chapter)