Chapter 378 Tang San's trembling (4000)
Tang San's control over space is basically equal to none, and he cannot shuttle freely like Fang Ling.
In order not to get lost in the endless void, I could only return to the mainland from a few exits of the Capital of Killing.
Tang San walked on a passage close to the Xingluo Empire.
Using divine thoughts to explore the situation in the world, he quickly came to Xingluo City, the capital Xingluo City.
Above Xingluo City, a blood rainbow stagnated under everyone's gaze.
The light dissipated, and you could see that the eyes of the visitor were generally red, and the sharp divine clothes were covered with spikes, and the killing divine patterns were extremely complex.
He was holding a blood-colored giant sword shining with a cold light in his hand.
The eight scarlet wings behind them are constantly swelling, which are the eight Shura wings transformed from the eight spider spider spears of the god-level soul bones.
The liquid blood is too sticky and flows irregularly, making it look a little hideous and bloody, giving people a sense of cruelty and fear.
The moment Tang San arrived, a circle of black and red halos spread out with fierce murderous aura.
He used the Shura Divine Realm directly, his eyes fixed on Fang Ling.
As soon as it appears, it is arrogant and intends to overwhelm everything with absolute momentum, and erase all the troops and soul masters of the Martial Soul Empire here. "No martial ethics, Tang San." Fang Ling saw his sinister intentions.
The glimmer of light in my eyes was rhythmic, and the gray-gold divine light of death spread, turning it into a bloody tiger, forming a bloody spike, blocking the murderous aura like a sharp sword blade.
At the same time, the dazzling malice was blocked.
"If I read it correctly, what are you inheriting the pure Shura God position?" Fang Ling pretended to be puzzled, "Then what is this black?"
The gray mist condenses into hands , break it apart, and then restrain a wisp of spinning and jumping black mist.
Black fog is not a fog, it is the concrete manifestation of Tang San's resentment, and it is completely incompatible with the Shura God position.
"This affects the performance of the Shura God position! How unwise?"
Fang Lingming was mocking him. "Bastard!" Tang San scolded and tried to use the Shura Divine Realm and attack the Death Divine Realm to fight against it.
But he has just become a priest, and the divine realm has just reached Lv10.
If the God King Law is fully blessed, it can be upgraded to Lv11.
It's a pity that hatred drags down, and binds him like an iron chain. It is difficult to show its power with the help of the laws of the God's position, and its power is greatly reduced.
Resist the Qianrenxue Sun Divine Realm to attend class, but how can you stop Fang Ling's Divine Realm of Lv11?
Under the expectant gaze of countless people in the Xingluo Empire, the blood-colored light was almost defeated at the moment when it collided with the gray-gold light.
The light shines like the brilliance in Tang San's eyes, and it is as if it is about to collapse.
"How could he end up in such a miserable defeat?" He looked terrifying.
The headband of the gods on the forehead continues to shine, and divine thoughts and divine power pour out like a waterfall at the same time. It was finally difficult to stop the shaking situation.
Even so, the Shura Divine Realm was forcibly compressed to one-tenth of its original size.
If it weren't for the sudden rise of his divine thoughts after becoming a god, he would have made a fool of himself.
Tang San didn't care, and his thoughts changed drastically. "It's not bad, Tang San." Fang Ling praised.
For him, he was just using the Lv11 field to crush the Lv10 field.
A convenient thing.
It would be amazing that Tang San could withstand it.
The laws of the divine position cannot be fully utilized, and only with such ability can one be outstanding and should enter my deceased kingdom.
Tang San doesn't care, the Xingluo Empire is above.
As the red light dissipated, they were stunned for a moment.
Including Tang Xiao, the leader of the Haotian Sect, who is closest to Tang San, three-quarters of his body has been buried in the soil. Yu Xiaogang is about to die, Tang Yuehua, a gentle temperament and haggard face, and Dai Mu, the prince of Xingluo Empire. White and so on.
Everyone's heart sank into the bottom of the valley in an instant.
Tang San's performance seemed to lose.
Isn't he the God King?
Isn’t the Shura God the God King?
The Xingluo Empire, who has been exhausted all the way, has been almost suffocated by the people who hope that Tang San will reverse the overall situation.
The knees suddenly became soft, as if a sharp knife suddenly penetrated into their liver, and waves of near-death sensation soaked their helpless hearts.
"Fang Ling, don't be proud! It's just taking advantage of becoming a god in advance. How dare you act here?" Tang San hypnotized himself in his heart, as long as he defeated Fang Ling.
Then said viciously.
"The strength of the field cannot represent anything, everything should be spoken with combat power!"
"It's right!" Fang Ling praised, looking at Tang San who was always ready to take action, "Fists in this world are the hard truth."
After transforming, she wanted to witness Tang. A Yin, who died in San, had a particularly emotional tone. "It's so slow to wait for you to become a god after waiting for you!" "Watch your hatred for me and your murderous intent is terrifying, then use your best to please me! "
What Tang San cannot tolerate the most is Fang Ling's always arrogant attitude and domineering attitude.
It was like this before becoming a god, and it was impossible to beat it at that time.
However, after becoming a god, if you still do this, then will I become a god in vain? "Fang Ling, I have reached the gods!" Tang San's murderous voice echoed in this sky.
At the same time, he quickly read all the skills in the inheritance in his mind.
He didn't have time to chat with Fang Ling, and he wanted to take action at any time driven by hatred.
Now it is just a stopgap solution. Relax Fang Ling's vigilance for the time being and prepares for a sneak attack. "I know, don't emphasize it like a naughty child." Fang Ling passed it like coaxing the child, and saw the energy changes in Tang San's body.
This is one of the few opportunities for Tang San to show.
With a 10% chance of winning and a series of slutty skills, Fang Ling knew all of Tang San's trump cards and did not care about the weak whine of the weak. "You deserve to die, Fang Ling!" Tang San was so angry that the three corpse gods were furious by this indifferent attitude.
I am so trash that I can't see you at all?
I can't wait, I can't wait for a moment!
The dog's words are really annoying.
I have mastered the skills that the Shura God should have, and I just happened to try the move with Fang Ling!
After being furious, Tang San's spirit was shocked, and his pupils, which looked like black but not black, red but not red, burst out with evil divine light.
In a moment, the black and red eyes shot out two dark and ink-like shocks of resentment.
Driving with divine thoughts, the spiritual impact is mixed with the strong emotions that can only be born by God. It starts off in the zero-frame, which is a decisive battle for anyone under God. "What a strong power!" The Martial Soul Empire, Qian Daoliu, the undead spirit, couldn't help but sigh.
All people who practice to the level of titled Douluo are frightened by it.
Tang San's spiritual impact energy is directly aimed at Fang Ling, but the leaking a little breath can make people fall into a illusion of being cut into pieces and bloody storm.
Resentment weakened Tang San's control over the Shura divine position, but also possessed a demon to the divine mind.
If Qian Renxue had not sprinkled the sun's holy light in time to purify it, the spectators of the Martial Soul Empire would have suffered a heavy blow. "Be careful!" someone exclaimed.
"You don't have to worry about your husband!" Qian Renxue watched the attack carefully and curled her lips disdainfully.
Amid everyone's puzzled eyes, he commented:
"It looks amazing, but it's actually that way."
"This move should not be the inheritance of Shura God, but originated from the head soul bone skills, and is subject to great limitations!"
" >The vision of God is different from that of ordinary people. He can understand the world and all things, and he can understand more from a high perspective.
Tang San's move is essentially an improvement of the spiritual fire of the head soul bone skill.
You need to concentrate and use the wrongly evolved purple demon eyes to release the mental impact of doubled power.
Qian Renxue's red lips lightly opened: "The gods have divine equipment, and the head soul bone that forms one of the Tang San Shura divine equipment should be just an ordinary ten thousand-year soul bone in terms of the strength and explosive energy of this skill."
"For ordinary soul masters, using divine thoughts to suppress can be considered a decisive kill, but the strength of the husband is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."
That is, skills and control are sufficient. , the explosion is too weak, it is okay to abuse vegetables, but the same level is garbage.
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"I am not in high spirits, and I should probably not be able to defeat Tang San in overall strength." Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly and said without reservation.
Tang San was weakened again, and the laws were all the laws of the God King, and the Sun Angel God still lacked some laws in terms of the laws.
Able to fight, you won't be instantly defeated, but it's difficult to win.
If Tang San used the magic ring to explode the ring, Qian Renxue would definitely not be able to beat it.
As for Bibidong's Rakshasa God, it goes without saying that he was defeated by the sky.
Even if Tang San is so weak, the Rakshasa God will definitely fail.
When he fights with his daughter Qian Renxue, he may be able to compete with Tang San?
In the blue sky, looking at the violent mental impact, a contemptuous smile flashed across Fang Ling's lips, and a fierce impact condensed to the extreme was also shot in his eyes.
The blessing of the soul bones of the head of a million years and several million years of soul rings, plus the countless transformational undead spirits in the Kingdom of the Dead.
His mental power is now well deservedly the strongest, and no one can compete with him in terms of spiritual thoughts!
The Silver Dragon King is a soul beast and an old antique from the old era, and it is countless.
The overlapping red and black light of resentment collided with the gray and gold light. Tang San was very unbearable, and there was no moment of confrontation. The impact of the black and red divine thoughts was caused by Fang Ling. The powerful divine thoughts are directly penetrated!
The impact of nirvana hit his forehead with an absolute speed that Tang San could not react.
Boom--!
In an instant, Tang San's brain roared and the sea of spirit shook violently.
In the violent tear-like pain, he vaguely heard a broken sound.
"How is that possible?"
The only thought left in my mind.
The consciousness was swept away and seemed to burst out directly. Tang San Haoxuan was hit by a divine thought and died on the spot.
When he woke up, his brain was confused, as if he was in the chaos of nothingness, as if everything in this world was just an illusion, and everything around him was extremely unreal.
Recalling the illusion that he experienced when he accepted the inheritance of the divine position, an unprecedented fear grabbed his mind, and Tang San struggled hard in horror.
I have become gods, how could I still fall into such a illusion!
Can you still be abused by Fang Ling like a dead dog?
Consciousness suddenly contracted, Tang San woke up, and his spiritual thoughts instantly swept across the sea of spirit.
There is no sign of breaking, only his divine thoughts are rising and falling slightly.
It turned out to be just an illusion.
The nervousness in my heart was relieved, and time had only passed for a moment. I stared at Fang Ling with a smile on his face in front of me. Tang San tightly held the Shura Demon Sword in his hand, and his face was solemn: "It's a good trick, it's a good idea. Awesome."
"Come again!"
With a loud shout, Tang San turned into a cold rainbow light and rushed towards Fang Ling.
The blood-colored killing aura surged into the sky, and an unparalleled murderous intent gushed out.
However, the Shura divine position is not stronger than the mental power, and Tang San's strategy of trying to seize the initiative through mental power was interrupted.
However, he killed many times, and he was good at fighting and would not place all his hopes on this move. He had other plans in his mind.
The magic sword was filled with sharp murderous aura, cutting the space open.
Tang San waved his giant sword, moved forward without retreating, and even cut open the aura of death that was attacking from the front.
A long roar, and a red light suddenly shocked the sky, dyeing the sky blood red.
People seemed to be in a sea of corpses and blood, showing their solemnity and coldness. "Good momentum." Fang Ling stood with his hands behind his back and finally used the Death Divine Equipment.
Hold one hand up calmly.
Dang--!
The Demon Sword wanted to cut Fang Ling off with one knife, and in the eyes of everyone, Fang Ling easily resisted the Demon Sword's attack.
The sharp sword energy, the surging murderous intent, and Tang San's resentment, everything quietly withered in the face of absolute death.
Fang Ling closed his palms and held the sword blade without retreating.
"The attack power is acceptable, but unfortunately it has dragged your performance due to resentment."
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted: "This cannot be called a full-strength attack, but it also used half of it. How could the strength be easily caught so simply? "
The muscles are tense, and the power from the divine body bursts out with all its strength, and a huge force of up to one million pounds is released from every trace of muscle.
He wanted to pull out the sword in his hand, but found that the thread was not moving.
Tang San's power is only one million, and he can't catch up with Fang Ling Chengshen!
Not to mention the three million pounds when he became a god.
Now, nearly seven million faith points are all pointed above the soul ring, and the extremely powerful attribute bonus has made Fang Ling's power break the five million mark.
Although the level of the Yuanli of Heaven and Earth is low, it is still useful to the gods. This is also the reason why the Silver Dragon King can recover from the Douluo Continent.
The divine ring and divine bone laid a solid foundation for Fang Ling and were far to reach the limit.
As we continue to absorb the power of heaven and earth from the endless void, we are even transforming towards six million kilograms!
Tang San was stunned and couldn't pull it out again.
He didn't believe in this evil, and he held the hilt of the sword in his other hand.
The million-dollar power was used with all its strength again, and the divine power suddenly burst out and pulled it backwards hard.
Fang Ling smiled indifferently and deliberately let go of the moment he exerted force.
Tang San was caught off guard and flew out like a cannonball by the Shura Demon Sword, and a "boom" knocked down a wall of Xingluo City. "Damn it!" He coughed twice, and used his divine power to clear the ashes that poured in from his body and mouth and nose.
Flying to Fang Ling again, the hatred in his eyes seemed to be reduced a lot.
After the real beating, Tang San realized his current strength.
You have to resist the opponent's random blow with all your strength, and the strength is absolutely irresistible.
Divine body, the divine consciousness is strong enough, will the divine power be low?
The eight wings behind him fluttered meaninglessly, and his face looked extremely ugly.
The experience of hiding, confronting head-on, or even escaping in the illusion is so similar to what is now.
I have become a god!
Become the Shura God King!
Tang San did not dare to think deeply, and a burst of fear and powerlessness shuddered.
(This chapter ends)