Inside a black hole above Wuhun City, as time goes by, Tang San's body seems to gradually change. Transformation.
I don't know how long, the assessment of Rakshasa inheritance is finally over.
Tang San exudes a horrible purple atmosphere, and even with a trace of madness in the breath.
After Tang San opened his eyes, he only felt that his strength became unprecedented. In his eyes, even the ordinary soul master even the extreme Dou Luo was like ants. This is the gap between God.
The Rakshasa god in the space seems to have a trace of excitement, even if he is just a trace of thought, now he finally inherits the position of the god, as if he was understood by himself.
Tang three hands holding the Rakshasa magic sickle slightly saluting: "Thank you Master Rakshasa, I must live up to the expectations of Lord Rakshasa, and to defeat the hypocritical god of the Angel God, it must make the Rakshasa God the strongest God. "
Rakshasa's face showed a strange smile: "Tang San, your talent and evil atmosphere are satisfied, but the current situation is a bit more than my expectations. You can escape quickly."
After Rakshasa finished speaking, this trace of thought seemed to gradually dissipate in the space.
Now Rakshasa God has inherited the throne, then he cannot continue to stay in Douro world, nor can he stay in Douro.
Tang San's mind is full of doubts. The Rakshasa God has always been hatred of the Angel God. How can he not care about the angel god inheritance as God?
During the process of accepting the inheritance of the God, because the angel god and the Rakshasa god were born to be born, he also seemed to feel that the Angel God had become a god before him, but he was not disturbed during the process of becoming God, but it was a bit surprised.
Especially at this moment, Tang San has become a god. He understands God's powerfulness. It is not difficult to interrupt himself.
At this moment, the black space beside Tang San seemed to gradually dissipate, and he himself returned to Douro continent.
However, Tang San used the divine power to carefully feel the Wuhun City battlefield. It seems that the entire battlefield has completed great changes. He actually couldn't feel the breath of Bidong, and even without the breath of the new angel god.
What disappoint him even more is that the breath of his uncle and Haotianzong disappeared without a trace.
And he has become a god, how could Rakshasa say to let him escape? In this world, no one will be eligible to escape themselves.
At this moment, Tang San seemed to feel a strange look at himself. This person was Yang Ping'an.
Yang Ping was looking at Tang San with a smile: "Tang San, no, I should call you Rakshasa. I have waited for you for so long, and you finally completed the inheritance of the Rakshasa god."
There was a little puzzle on Tang San's face: "Are you not dead for Yang Ping'an? In addition, my uncle is from them? There are Bi Dong and Qianxuexue?"
Yang Ping'an showed a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, because it is too boring, I have destroyed all Haotianzong in advance. Of course, I will help you all the masters of the Wuhun Empire, Bi Bidong East East And your teacher Yu Xiaogang is dead, and even the new angel god has fallen. "
Tang San's eyes were suddenly full of anger: "Yang Ping is bold, you dare to kill my teacher, dare to kill my uncle, I want you to die without burial."
I saw the endless purple atmosphere exuding Tang San's body. The whole world seems to be dyed into purple. The evil breath is full of the whole world. As long as ordinary people touch a little, it seems as if it falls into the abyss. Rakshasa's Robsa field is also known as the Rakshasa domain.
Especially under the role of Rakshasa, Tang San's divine power seems to have been greatly improved, especially behind him, there is a huge illusion of Rakshasa ghost king, as if the most evil and horrible thing in the world.
Yang Ping'an just snorted, stood up directly from the seat, exuding endless blood red atmosphere, and even a huge figure like a Shura, the figure of the figure exuding a horrible killing atmosphere like a demon god.
The whole sky was suddenly divided into two, and even the space seemed to crack.
At this moment, Tang Sanxiu was surprised: "Shura's magic sword, I can't think of the Shura magic sword falling in your hands, you actually inherited the god of Shura."
Yang Ping'an said: "Your great -ancestor Tang Chen has a lot of money to leave you the magic sword of Shura. Unfortunately, you did not inherit the god of Shura God, and inherited the god of the Rakshasa god. "
Tang San was angry: "You are not worthy of saying that my great -ancestor, my great -ancestor is the first master of the world who is invincible."
Yang Ping'an didn't care so much. He directly held the Xiu Luo Magic Sword and a sword. The whole world was directly cracked. Danger.
Seeing that Yang Ping's strong attack, Tang's three -handed Raksha Magic sickle used his best to resist, but the blood -red sword light formed by the Shura magic sword was countless times more powerful than Tang San, as if it was crushing like levels.
In just one move, Tang San was hit for thousands of meters, and even a trace of blood flowed out of his mouth.
The huge Raksha Ghost King originally controlled by Tang San was directly split by a sword. The horrible killing atmosphere eroded the Raksha ghost king, and soon turned into nothingness.
Tang San's eyes were incredible. He couldn't think of the same god. The gap between the two sides would be so big, and he couldn't even carry a trick. "Impossible, how can you be so strong, I don't believe it."
Tang San roared, and the huge sickle in his hand waved his best. The strange scene appeared. In the sky, the purple light that previously belonged to his Rakshasa field was accompanied by a giant sickle that swept down, condensing into a long way to grow up. Hundreds of meters of giant purple blades.
Obviously, Tang San has done his best. This trick is the ghostly Luo Sha inherited by the Rakshasa god.
Yang Ping'an showed a trace of disdain, and suddenly turned into a huge blood -red figure, holding a blood -red sword with a kilometer, a sword directly, and the whole world was directly split, especially in this sword. It seemed to fly countless sword gas, and eventually formed a huge blood -red kill, and all the kills were condensed together to form a horrible giant sword.
The giant purple blades and the blood red giant swords in the sky collided together. The original purple atmosphere seemed to be gradually melting and eventually turned into nothingness, and the blood -colored giant sword continued to hit Tang San forward.
There was a trace of fear in Tang San's eyes. With all his strength, he formed an invisible barrier in front of him. It seemed that he could resist the attacks of everything in the world.
But in the face of this invisible barrier, the bloody giant sword seems to be gone. The whole barrier is like a paper paste, and it is smashed as soon as possible.
Before Tang San was ready to attack again, a blood -red sword had been fastened on his Rakshasa sickle, and even if he resisted his best, he seemed to be unable to resist the attack of the blood -colored sword.
Tang San gritted his teeth, and there were countless blood -red blue silver grass, as if to submerge Yang Ping'an and himself, especially these blue silver grass seemed to have horrible swallowing atmosphere, and even the divine power could be swallowed.
At the same time, Tang San controlled a blood -red Haotian hammer on his left hand, as if he was blocking in front of the Shura Magic Sword, trying to resist Yang Pingan's attack.
However, Yang Ping'an couldn't control so much at this moment. His eyes were like blood red, and his body also exuded a horrible killing atmosphere. The whole sky seemed to be stained with blood red.
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In particular, Yang Ping'an exudes endless murderous murderousness. All the murderous murderous seemed to be condensed into a long sword. At this moment, he wanted to attack his blue silver grass.
However, Tang San also took this opportunity to resist the attack of Yang Ping'an with the power of retreating, but his whole person has retreated for thousands of meters, especially in his chest. Golden blood.
At this time, Tang San finally understood why Rakshasa let him run away. From the perspective of strength, the gap between the two is too large, and even he can feel that Yang Ping'an is not full of strength at all. Otherwise Essence
Tang San vomited a sip of blood and gritted his teeth. . Everyone is God, why do you fight you and die?
Yang Ping sneered: "Did you swallow? Then I let you know what is real despair."
The horrible black atmosphere exudes directly with Yang Ping'an, it seems that it is a bit incompatible with the original blood red atmosphere, but it can be perfectly integrated. The Shura magic sword in his hand becomes a black sickle. The whole person is like death.
Tang San's Rakshashasa's power and even Rakshasa seemed to melt at a very fast speed. It seemed to be devoured by Yang Ping'an's black atmosphere.
At this moment, Tang San's heart was full of fear, and he was ready to leave when he turned around, especially he brought the divine power to the extreme, and even used a certain footwork, just like a purple light.
But at this time, the black breath was covered with the whole sky, and the whole world seemed to be dyed black, and even if Tang San flew fully, he only felt that the whole person was in a black cage.
Before Tang San responded, Yang Ping'an, who had originally appeared in front of him, actually cut a black sickle to him.
Tang San gritted his teeth, holding the Rakshasa magic sickle to resist Yang Pingan's attack, but Yang Ping'an's blow seems to have some terrible atmosphere. Tang San feels like facing life and death, and it seems to see his previous life, present life generally.
When the sky restores calm again, a black sickle has been inserted into Tang San's chest. Even if he is the Rakshasa god, the divine power on the body seems to be swallowed up, and even the body is quickly discharged by the black atmosphere and melted quickly. Essence
Tang San's eyes seemed to be full of unwillingness, and he was also full of despair. As the pride of heaven, as the new Rakshasa god, he did not believe that he would die here, and he would have no power to fight back.
And Yang Ping's face was calm, and he pulled out the sickle of death.
As the sickle of death was pulled out of Tang San's body from the body of Tang, Tang San's entire god seemed to start cracking in inch, and eventually turned into nothingness.
Yang Ping'an grabbed at will, and directly took away the Rakshasa magic sickle.
The underground people seemed to watch the gods of Yang Ping'an and Tang San. In the whole process, Yang Pingan could almost be said to be a soldier without blood, and he killed the Rakshasa god just a few tricks.
There seemed to be countless people kneeling down, everyone seemed to shout: "Long live the god of Shura! Long live Shura!"
Yang Ping shaking his head and turning into a figure back to his original chair and sitting down. The whole process seemed extremely calm, as if he had done a trivial matter. (End of this chapter)