Chapter 379 Continue your performance (4200)
The tremor is followed by deep thought.
Looking at Fang Ling, who had not taken advantage of the victory, and feeling the passing fighting spirit, he had only one thought in his mind:
"It won't work!"
The brain teasers turned rapidly. Facing Fang Ling's calm gaze as deep as a pool, Tang San's knuckles turned blue and white due to excessive force, silently opening a small mouth to suppressed hatred.
The murderous intent brought by these resentment can stimulate the effect. Although it will suppress the exertion of power, it can effectively hedge the unspeakable fear.
This is a solution!
If the fighting spirit in my heart is overwhelmed by Fang Ling, then everything will be over!
Compared with the painful price, strength is a little weaker temporarily, which is nothing.
Tang San was enlightened enough and never considered the option of surrender.
"It's better to be broken than to be completely broken!"
These eight words penetrated his soul and flowed in his heart.
He was ready to fight desperately, his eyes were extremely firm. "Are you ready? It's hard to get tired." Fang Ling casually tapped the handle of the sickle with his fingertips, and suddenly spoke, and the cold words came into Tang San's ears.
Tang San did not reply, and unveiling the seal of the resentment of Shura God means that he has no way out.
Even if it is just a small mouth, under the impact of the water of resentment from the flowing dynamic, the seal will sooner or later collapse.
At that time, the laws will be limited and the divine position will be imprisoned, and the performance of strength will be severely limited.
A series of measures to revive the spirit does not mean that he has the ability to resist.
For the sake of the present, we can only fight to the death!
Tang San's heartstrings were extremely tense, and an extremely dazzling black and red soul ring configuration appeared on his body.
Of course, with Fang Lingzhu and jade in front, the soul rings of Shura God Tang San are too embarrassing.
The last thing that emerged was a much wider than other soul rings, as if they were physically, and seemed to be composed of pure murderous aura to form a dark red and golden Shura divine ring.
"Shura Blood Sword is the last big move. Fang Ling is still giving him a chance, so let's try it with the blown ring first!" Tang San made up his mind. "Come on." Fang Ling waved to him, "Let me see what other tricks you can play?"
A little serious, a more vivid artifact of the God King than the Shura Demon Sword, appeared in his hand.
Accompanied by the appearance are ten dazzling soul rings!
The first four golden red backgrounds are all powerful soul rings that have been around for hundreds of thousands of years, and a misty gray and golden halo, which seem to be stained with divine power.
This is a characteristic of the deification of soul skills. It is contaminated by the power of gods. Its power has increased more than before, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary soul masters.
But even these four top soul rings that exudes the aura of wilderness and ancient times that ordinary people cannot bear are too trivial compared to those behind.
The last six are all divine rings!
Among them, the five gray and gold divine rings are the most special ones in the eighth place, and are the colorful space-time divine rings that blend the three colors of gold, silver and black.
The gods all come out together, and they look like things in the world.
"..." Qian Renxue was shocked and could not speak.
After becoming a god, she can deeply understand the value of these six divine rings.
There is only one sun angel god!
At this time, a figure shrouded in armor shining with dark purple light flashed beside her.
The body was surrounded by a strong and strong evil aura, and four huge sickles extended from each side of the back.
The face was covered by a dark golden mask, and it seemed shameful.
The visitor is Bibidong who successfully inherited the position of Rakshasa.
She did not make any big fuss about becoming a god. After all, after inheriting the Rakshasa God, her face was blue and vicious and ferocious, which was really ugly.
If he was as preached as Fang Ling and his daughter became a god, Bibi Dong would not accept it.
"Mother?" Qian Renxue's eyes weakened a little. He noticed the mask and asked in a voice transmission, "Can your appearance... be restored?"
Bibidong glanced at his daughter and pondered for a moment and replied, "... it takes time."
Just like when inheriting the divine position, just control the laws perfectly, but this is not something that can be done in a short time. "I've seen His Majesty the Pope! Congratulations to His Majesty for becoming a god!" The titles of the Wuhun Palace saluted one after another.
"Well, continue to observe the magical war." Bibidong nodded gently and his eyes were set high in the sky.
The battle between gods is a rare opportunity for ordinary soul masters, and they may be able to see something from the scattered fluctuations.
The same is true for her, the new Rakshasa god.
Shura is the absolute nemesis of the Rakshasa god, and Fang Ling is in an absolutely powerful side. His aura is as strong as a sea, which even makes Bibidong suspect that he has not become a god.
Four red-bottomed and gold-patterned soul rings with tens of thousands of years and six divine rings.
How is this possible?
Bibidong, the Rakshasa god, was shocked in a speechless way, and the Xingluo Empire was naturally unavoidable.
The face is old, gray-haired, and the withered jade kung trumpets and watches the battle.
The moment he saw Fang Ling's soul ring configuration, his heart almost jumped out of anger.
"Miss San! Miss San!"
He raised his head and shouted, as if his body had lost its strength. He leaned against Liu Erlong, and his turbid pupils reflected a strange phenomenon in the sky.
It seems that he has lost his reaction to the outside world, but his eyes are still focused on the sky.
Yu Xiaogang could not see the details clearly, and could only sense the extremely obvious momentum, either the strong energy or the strength of the laws spreading between heaven and earth.
After the soul rings of both sides appeared, Tang San was obviously on the weak side!
The only bit of satisfaction in Yu Xiaogang's heart that Tang San became a god turned into a thick haze and enveloped his heart.
His thin palms were tightly pinching Liu Erlong's thighs, and his broken nails were mixed with black blood.
Yu Xiaogang was panting quickly, as if he was about to burp at any time.
"Xiaogang...ah~!" Bibidong sighed in his heart.
This image is far from the energetic man she remembers, and it was not even comparable to the Soul Master Competition at that time!
"Xiaogang, don't scare me!" Liu Erlong panickedly and patted his back, quickly summoning the treatment soul master to treat him, so that he temporarily calmed down his condition.
However, the healing soul master was just releasing his soul skills in a daze.
One can see that Tang San's power is weak. Xingluo resisted for a long time, but the building will collapse in the end!
Tang Xiao pressed his hand on the city wall, and unconsciously used force, instantly pinching it into powder.
Recalling the foundation of Haotian Sect, I couldn't help but feel sad. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Tang San's eyes were shocked!
It’s fine if there are 100,000-year soul rings, but how could there be so many divine rings!
The energy required is so vast that the gods can only create one divine ring!
How is Fang Ling possible to become a god by himself?
"The vision of the weak!" Fang Ling snorted and hooked his hand gently, "Come on, blow up the ring! Or is it a hidden weapon?"
"Like you fought in the illusion, Bodhi blood? I remember it should be called this name."
When touched the pain, Tang San looked shrill: "Bastard! Die for me!"
Boom--!
Faced with Fang Ling's attitude from beginning to end, Tang San broke out when he was almost crushed to death like an inconspicuous bed bug.
Around his body, the ten soul rings, including the god-level soul core, were all broken in an instant.
Endless energy exploded like a volcanic eruption. As a super artifact, the Shura Demon Sword has sufficient bearing capacity and can accommodate all its power without missing a single omission.
The death aura that ends all things is dispelled by the fierce murderous aura on the sword.
The blood and qi turn into evil dragons and scatter in all directions without control.
A slash that seemed to be able to cut off the heaven and earth flew out from the sword, and a black line appeared faintly in the sky, and this was just the aftermath of this attack. The Shura Demon Sword shone with a bright red light, and became as dark as the soul ring energy poured in.
Tang San almost went all out!
Fang Ling's eyes lit up. The power of this attack was quite good!
Even a god of the same level dared not accept it rashly.
To show respect, and this may be one of the few moves that Tang San could make people excited, Fang Ling held the sickle in both hands.
The sharp sickle blade that can cut off everything, and the divine thoughts and soul blend together.
With the trunk soul bones, the fusion characteristics of the God of Death's divine equipment, time and space, destiny, and the death attributes that the God of Death's scythe already possessed, all gather together!
"Fang Ling, do you dare to take my move?" Tang San used an extremely inferior provocation method, and his divine thought with limited output power locked on Fang Ling tightly to avoid teleportation skills to make this hopeful move fail.
In fact, Fang Ling never thought of hiding.
He stood still in the air and greeted Tang San's attack head-on.
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Death and killing are irrelevant forces, it depends on who has the stronger power.
When the extremely pure Shura divine power collided with the ultimate death power of the world, a huge shock wave that was unprecedented in the world appeared in the sky.
The violent wave of air burst out in an instant with the two people as the center before they collided.
The laws between heaven and earth correspond to each other, and the world splits countless abysses of nothingness.
The space cracks were torn open and closed, and the two energy continued to swell.
A powerful and rapid pressure spread to the ground. It was fine if the Martial Soul Empire was protected by Qian Renxue, but the Xingluo Empire was seriously guilty.
Peak Douluo can barely resist the aftermath of this collision, but the Xingluo Empire is already weak. How many people are there at this level?
The only one Tang Xiao is at level 97!
The rest of the people, including the title Douluo, were unable to resist and could only fall to the ground in dejection.
Emperor Xingluo and the Empress used their martial soul fusion technique, Netherworld White Tiger, and wanted to struggle.
However, it is not in vain.
The fusion technique disintegrated at the moment of completion. He knelt down with a pale face, and his heart was completely disappointed.
A cracking sound seemed to be heard in my ears, and the aftermath of the God War broke the last backbone of the Xingluo royal family.
The one who performed the most unbearable was actually Yu Xiaogang.
When the pressure came, the three Golden Iron Triangle used the long-lost Trinity Martial Soul Fusion technique.
"The sun and the moon shine brightly on gold..."
He was still chanting the lyrics, but the shock wave came, slapping the three people into pieces.
If Tang Xiaonian hadn't helped the mistress with a little help in the relationship between mistress, Yu Xiaogang's old bone, which had most of his body, would have been crushed to death by Tang San's attack!
But even so, he was so pressed that he vomited blood from his mouth, looking like he was in his life.
"Healing Soul Master! Healing Soul Master!" Liu Erlong shouted with difficulty, but no one responded.
She is the True Dragon Martial Soul Contra, so she can barely resist the pressure and say a few words.
The Xingluo Empire does not have a Douluo-level healing soul master!
There are very few healing soul saints on the entire continent, not to mention the healing title Ye Lingling and the healing soul sected by Ye Renxin!
And both of them are on the side of the Martial Soul Empire.
In the sky, the impact finally came to an end.
Fang Ling ignored the aftermath, and the God of Death even swallowed all the scattered Shura divine power and used it as an attack to return it.
He was smiling, his breath was not diminished, and he was in excellent condition.
But Tang San was severely affected.
I could not bear Fang Ling's powerful power without martial ethics, but he turned into a blood-colored meteor and headed straight towards the horizon.
When he appeared again, eight wings behind him were peeled off, his magical suit was shattered, his body surface was covered with cracks.
The ferocious, terrifying, and spiked Shura divine suit was smoothed out, and the divine power of death eroded it, dyeing it a layer of gray and gold.
Tang San's divine thought swept over the indelible gray-gold death power of his body. He was silent for a long time and sighed, "Fang Ling, you are very strong."
"You believe in becoming a god, and have not inherited the position of the god, but should also be the position of the god king."
"I am not as good as you."
Fang Ling: "I know, is this your last words?"
"..." The black light surged in Tang San's eyes, and it took a while to suppress it, "I don't catch your eyes, but I still have a martial soul and nine soul rings!"
A red and golden grass appeared in his hand.
"I have five hundred thousand-year soul rings and four ten thousand-year soul rings, all of which are after deification!"
"Fang Ling, you claim to be the best in combat power in the world, do you dare to bet with me?"
"I have never said that the best in combat power in the world." Fang Ling retorted, with a strange expression, "...bet?"
Yu Xiaogang wanted to bet with me before, but are you here again now?
Why does Tang San look at him more and more like a young man? He comes to bet on national fortunes in an emergency, right?
Gambling dogs will not die well! "That's right! Since I'm regarded as a stepping stone by you and let you become a god, wouldn't you dare?" "As long as you take my two moves, I'm willing to be killed!" "Tang San continued to inspire each other with words, his eyes drooped, and his thoughts were trying hard to stop.
"Haha, the excitement is invalid, but I do want to see your combat power." His eyes moved slightly, and Fang Ling hooked his little finger at him, "Come on!"
The sea of divine thoughts set off waves, and Tang San's spirit was extremely excited in an instant: "Then you take it!"
His expression became very pious, and all the soul rings of the Blood Silver Emperor exploded in a moment.
The red light lost itself, and at the same time, with a "pop", Tang San spit out a mouthful of blood.
This is the essence and blood of the gods, and the energy contained in it cannot be underestimated.
His right hand, which turned into jade, was touched in the blood. A strange scene happened, and the blood became clear, but the blood was still the same.
The power of the Nine Soul Rings Blasting Rings cannot be carried by ordinary water elements, and the water elements can only be achieved by the divine power of Shura.
The red and golden light suddenly contracted, and Tang San gave people the feeling that it turned into a big hand. Blood qi squirted out from all over his body, and three blood-colored fog flowers condensed above his head.
Wave your right hand and use the drop of water as a guide, he completely shrinks the blood mist, and the color in the blood-colored water droplets becomes more intense. "I used this skill for the first time in this world." Tang San closed his eyes and fell into blood.
He called the undead computing power and fully realized his perception. In Fang Ling's eyes, Tang San's fingertips moved lightly, and the blood bead quietly disappeared in his palm. "The Tang Sect's number one, Guanyin has tears!" Tang San recited softly.
This skill is extremely concentrated, its power is not obvious, but it contains the essence of Shura's divine power, which faintly reaches the strength of a level three god.
The blood-colored beads collided violently with the God of Death equipment, but unfortunately, they only made a pit and dissipated invisible.
"It's a powerful compression skill." Fang Ling nodded, touched his fingers on the divine equipment, and the pit was immediately repaired, "Continue your performance."
Tang San sighed in a low voice, stunned.
(This chapter ends)