Chapter 266 Someone is scolding me (Second update, please subscribe!)
"How many wins did you get in the Hell Killing Fields?"
"Only sixteen games, which is the most wins so far."
"..." Tang Hao's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he was speechless for a moment.
I've been here for more than seven months, so I should have at least forty or fifty games. Sixteen is a bit too much.
It’s all because there are too few people in the inner city of the City of Slaughter.
My son is right. Fang Ling and the Pope's disciple Hu Liena deserve to die! Especially Fang Ling, he should have been killed at the beginning! Tang Hao's mind raced, thinking of a solution, and then his eyes were full of murderous light, and he asked in a stern voice: "Where are the two of them? Are they still in the Slaughter City?"
The murderous aura was released, and the cold breath was frightening. Even though Tang San had gone through a lot of killing, he couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine.
The rage hidden in his breath left no doubt that if Fang Ling and Hu Liena were here, he would definitely kill them both with one palm. Of course, this was his imagination without knowing Fang Ling's fighting ability.
Tang Hao's own strength cannot be fully exerted due to his old injury.
The loss of his soul bone, Ah Yin, and the disappearance of the Blue Silver King made him furious, and his injuries recurred one after another, with serious sequelae.
His current strength has just reached level 91, and this is all thanks to his solid foundation, otherwise Tang Hao would be the new weakest.
There would be no surprises in the outcome of the fight against Fang Ling in the City of Slaughter.
Tang San said: "I heard that they all passed the Hell Road."
Tang Hao's face darkened slightly. He could only wait until Xiao San got out before causing trouble for them.
Now the most important thing is to find a way to pass the road to hell.
He had an idea, and then he took out a light red head soul bone with precious light: "It just so happens that you haven't won many games, and the murderous aura hasn't made you lose your mind yet, so absorb it."
"Father, this!" Tang San's heart skipped a beat.
Tang Hao was as quiet as ever:
"The 18,000-year-old Scarlet Flame Ape head soul bone. You need such a head soul bone to help you control the murderous aura so that you can pass through the Slaughter City later."
It was not a random hunt. The head soul bone required a soul beast with strong mental power. This was one of the reasons why he had been wandering in the Star Dou Great Forest for more than half a year and only arrived now.
Another reason is that the act of hunting soul beasts to obtain soul bones has been discovered in the nearby Wuhun City.
This was an act expressly prohibited by the Spirit Hall, and the Spirit Hall sent out three elders to hunt him down.
The two of them, Kiku and Ghost, plus the strong attack title of Demon Bear.
The first time, he used his past reputation to scare them off. The second time, they collided and his true strength was revealed. The third time, he was chased to the point where he had no way to escape.
In order to avoid worsening of injuries, Xiao San lost his support, and Tang Hao, who had always been upright, mighty and strong, also learned to retreat and dared not confront head-on.
Caressing this soul bone, he thought of the hard times he had experienced when he was hunted down, and sighed, "It would be great if you, Xiao San, could win the Soul Master Competition."
"What a pity, the 50,000-year-old head soul bone ended up being bought by Fang Ling."
Tang San took the skull and the energy fluctuations flowing through it made him very excited.
However, Tang Hao's words were like cold water that extinguished his enthusiasm and awakened the memories buried deep in his heart, causing him to lose interest instantly. He cursed in his heart:
"Damn Fang Ling! Why does he always haunt me?"
A hint of resentment flashed across his eyes, and Tang San cursed fiercely in his heart, using all his abilities.
Tang Hao didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he didn't move, he ordered: "I will protect you, just absorb it."
As he watched his son begin to absorb the soul bone, a thought flashed in his eyes.
We can't waste time here, we have to think of another way to get Xiao San through the City of Slaughter. The Domain of the God of Killing is very important and we must get it!
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"Ah~A-choo!" In the far north, in the Snow Emperor Palace, Fang Ling, who was meditating, suddenly felt an itchy sensation in his nose and sneezed.
"I can actually sneeze?" There was a hint of surprise on his face.
"Is it because it's too cold here and you can't bear it?" Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor both turned their gazes over with a hint of amusement in their eyes.
"It's not cold, I just feel like someone is scolding me." Fang Ling shook his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
There may be quite a lot of people scolding him.
For example, Nana’s licker Yan might scold her, and other people might also scold her.
But the most likely ones are Tang San and his son Tang Hao.
Tang San should be meditating happily in the City of Slaughter now. It doesn't matter if he curses, as he won't lose a piece of meat anyway.
hehe.
Ten days passed in a flash...
Holding the Scythe of Death whose broken blade had been repaired and the cracks disappeared, Fang Ling's eyes showed joy.
"Are you going to absorb the seventh soul ring?" There was a look of anticipation in Bingdi's eyes.
She had been waiting by the side. Fang Ling was meditating and waiting for his martial soul to recover. She was also expecting the Snow Emperor to dissipate or expel the power of death.
But it was of no use, I didn't feel anything at all.
Even though the power of death was blocked by the power of extreme ice, it still rioted every day, and the Snow Emperor had to spend a lot of time and soul power to suppress it every day.
"It's time to absorb it." Fang Ling nodded slightly.
Summon the resentful spirit, which has become much purer, from the realm of the dead.
Under the expectant gazes of the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor, and with the eager gaze and cooperation of the spirit of resentment, the ultimate death mixed with a tiny wisp of divine power of death annihilated it.
A pitch-black soul ring quickly condensed, without a soul bone, and then a wisp of misty ghost sank into the kingdom of the dead.
"Is that its soul?" Xue Di asked curiously.
"Yes, it will turn into a dead spirit. When I become a god, we can gain eternal life together." Fang Ling's tone contained a bit of temptation that went straight to the heart.
“Want to invest?”
"It may be difficult for you to survive the next catastrophe. Are you willing to die like this?"
"How do you know?" Bingdi and Xuedi became alert in an instant.
"Your situation cannot be hidden from my eyes." Fang Ling pointed to his eyes.
Actually, you can’t see it, but he remembers a little.
"Why don't you join me and achieve eternity with me? This is a perfect opportunity while I haven't become a god yet."
"You know, once you lose the opportunity, it will never come back again!"
It was not prepared for Dugu Yan and the others.
The cultivation base of the two Ice and Snow Emperors is too high. No matter whether it is the spirit ring or the spirit bone, if it is not sealed, it cannot be absorbed by humans even through sacrifice.
Fang Ling himself can't do it either.
But both are excellent sources of undead spirits. Maybe Xue Di can be transformed into a pure spirit of death element? "Undead spirits have their own will..." Fang Ling enumerated its various advantages and even summoned various undead spirits for demonstration.
The atmosphere was very depressing. After exchanging glances with Ice Emperor, Snow Emperor shook his head and said, "You should absorb the spirit ring."
She neither rejected nor agreed.
"This is my promise, it is real and effective." Fang Ling nodded, then stretched out his hand and the soul ring turned into a black airflow, which was completely absorbed into the meridians.
The wound caused by releasing the divine skill had long been repaired by Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, and his meridians were now strong enough to carry a hundred thousand year spirit ring.
However, he was worried that the overall carrying capacity was insufficient and he didn't have any spirit rings.
There are not too many points now, only about 2,500 in reserve.
The other spirit rings can be left unupgraded for now, but the seventh spirit ring is the most critical one, and must be upgraded to 100,000 years first! Second update, please subscribe!
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