Chapter 281 Tang San’s Doubts (First update, 3000 words, please subscribe!)
“Are you leaving?” Ning Rongrong paused.
"Let's go." Fang Ling said calmly.
"How about you stay in the sect for a few more days before leaving? I'll take you there..." Her tone was very tactful, but her shy look made her intentions obvious.
"Let's talk about it later when we have time." Fang Ling stretched out his index and middle fingers and gently tapped her forehead.
After a simple dinner, Ning Rongrong came to see him off when he was about to leave.
Fang Ling said: "I will come again tomorrow and give you a gift then."
"Gift? What gift?" Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. Could it be that Fang Ling was willing to respond to her feelings? "You'll know when the time comes." Fang Ling smiled.
We will go to the Far North and the open sea later on, so we will have fewer opportunities to come to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. It’s about time that we give the Qi Luo Tulip to Ning Rongrong.
The next day, Fang Ling arrived again as promised.
In a relatively secluded place, he took out a herb that looked very extraordinary.
The roots and leaves below are all covered with vines, finely combed, and at the top is a golden tulip.
The rich scent of tulips permeates the air, which is not only fragrant and refreshing, but also gives people a sense of grandeur.
"What kind of flower is this?" Ning Rongrong had never seen a plant like this.
However, she has a head soul bone, and can feel the extraordinary energy fluctuations coming from it through her mental power.
And judging from Fang Ling's serious expression, this is definitely an extremely precious treasure.
"The magical herb Qiluo Tulip can absorb the essence of heaven and earth and the radiance of the sun and the moon. With the help of Qiluo Tulip, your Seven Treasures Glazed Tower may be able to be upgraded to a Nine Treasures Glazed Tower." Fang Ling handed it over.
"Nine Treasures Glazed Tower?!" Ning Rongrong let out a short, quick scream and covered her mouth instantly.
He rushed forward quickly and hugged the person in front of him tightly. For a moment, he couldn't find any words to express his inner excitement.
Fang Ling didn't need to lie to her! "Is this a betrothal gift?" Ning Rongrong asked with a blushing face after she came back to her senses.
"…It's just a gift between friends." Fang Ling shook his head slightly and pushed her away.
"Just friends~" Ning Rongrong's resistance was in vain and she looked extremely disappointed.
Without paying attention to her changing expression, he told her how to take it:
"This flower cannot be swallowed. You need to gently inhale the pistil and slowly take the essence into your body through your mouth. Then, practice your soul power and move slowly, allowing the medicinal effects to spread throughout your body and bones."
Seeing her happy and disappointed expression, Fang Ling was about to leave when Ning Rongrong suddenly asked, "Can I come to Dugu's house to play with you in the future?"
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Sure! But I won't be at home most of the time. I may have to travel far away to practice later."
"Are you traveling alone? Can I come with you?" Ning Rongrong asked anxiously.
Fang Ling's mind turned and he understood something.
He probably understood what Ning Rongrong meant. She probably wanted to be with him and cultivate their relationship in this way.
He wanted to refuse directly, but suddenly remembered the test from the sea god.
Ning Rongrong also played a big role in it, especially during the seventh trial, when Tang San could not pull out the Seagod Trident without the assistance of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda . Since this is the case, if Yanyan wants to pull out the Seagod Trident smoothly, it would be best to copy it.
After a brief thought, Fang Ling refused: "My practice is difficult, I can't let anyone follow me."
If we kill too much, we will be besieged by sea soul beasts, and everyone will be a burden.
Looking at the frustration on Ning Rongrong's face, he revealed another piece of news: "Yanyan and the others have other practices and will go to a place where they can grow rapidly. For the sake of being friends, you can also go with them."
"I understand!" Ning Rongrong's eyes suddenly brightened and a bright smile appeared on her face.
She held the fairy grass in her hand lovingly and wished, "Goodbye, I hope to see you grow even more next time!"
Fang Ling's words gave her a new idea.
Since he refused to give in, she would go find Dugu Yan and the other girls, build good relationships with them, and then achieve her goal in a roundabout way.
"Thank you for your blessing. Goodbye." Fang Ling didn't know what she was thinking. He waved at her and turned into a gray-gold stream of light that streaked across the sky.
Meanwhile, in the city of killing.
The Eight Spider Lance flashing with cold light pierced through a person, and the surging vitality was absorbed by Tang San to heal the wounds on his body.
According to Tang San's previous calculations, it would take too long to achieve 100 wins.
For a genius, time is life, and this would be a huge waste of talent. Neither Tang Hao nor Tang San could accept this result.
Scolding Fang Ling is one thing, but it does not help solve the problem.
They pondered for a long time, and Tang Hao brought Tang Xiao to the Slaughter City to have a talk with the King of Slaughter. After some threats, Tang San obtained the qualification to capture people from the outer city of the Slaughter City and take them to the Hell Killing Field.
According to the rules of the City of Slaughter, people in the outer city are not allowed to kill at will.
This is also the last refuge for many people who have nowhere else to escape.
The remaining people in the City of Slaughter are all very weak, no more than level 40 or 50.
But when pushed to the limit, a desperate dog will jump over the wall and a rabbit will bite. When they join forces, their fighting power is enormous.
Tang San is just a Soul King.
Even though he was a genius with twin martial souls, he couldn't react as quickly as Fang Ling when faced with attacks from many people, so he would get injured every time.
Without healing soul bones and the life attribute of the Blue Silver Emperor not awakened, the Eight Spider Lance that can absorb human vitality is the best healing tool.
In order to heal his injuries, Tang San can use the Eight Spider Lance to absorb life energy under Tang Hao's nose.
Tang Hao had no choice.
Healing soul bones are hard to find, and Ah Yin's 100,000-year soul bone was stolen by some thief. It is impossible for Tang San to rest for too long and waste time because of his physical injury.
Time passed in the constant hunting, killing and resting.
Tang San's life was very dull. He would tie up the people from the outer city and take them to the Hell Killing Field. After killing them, he would return to his little house to rest.
You must rest because the murderous aura is difficult to control.
Sitting cross-legged in the hut, he felt waves of icy coldness throughout his body.
A huge murderous aura was constantly swirling around his body and affecting him.
After more than a year here, Baisheng is still more than twenty games away from winning the title of Hell's Killing Field Champion.
However, Tang San found himself on the verge of collapse, the impact of murderous aura making his sanity shaky.
There are many reasons for this, and the lack of a good head soul bone is an important part of it.
Tang San’s head soul bone is only 18,000 years old, far inferior to the “Wisdom Skull of Spiritual Concentration” reward of the Soul Master Competition.
Those killed are all ugly ones, the murderous aura that can be cultivated is not strong, but it cannot withstand the large number of people.
It was nothing at the beginning, but after Tang San killed more than a hundred people here, he found that the rising murderous aura began to affect his own mind.
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Therefore, apart from participating in competitions, Tang San's main focus of training was no longer to improve his own strength, but to suppress the increasingly powerful murderous aura.
Fortunately, his Xuantian Gong is an authentic internal skill of the Xuanmen School, which has the effect of warding off evil spirits. He also has the assistance of the Purple Demon Pupil and the head soul bone that can enhance his mental strength, so he was not controlled by the murderous thought.
But this is only temporary.
In the past year, more than a thousand Fallen Ones have died at Tang San's hands? Although those people were originally evil and fallen, every time he killed one, Tang San would feel his murderous aura surge.
And these murderous auras were also constantly affecting him invisibly.
By analogy, murderous aura is like water, and the will to control is like a dam made of mud and a dam made of concrete. The toughness of the two is completely different.
Fang Ling's will is a concrete dam that can prevent the tide of murderous intent from crossing the border.
Tang San's spiritual will is like a mud dam, which leaks everywhere under the impact of the surging water, and will inevitably reveal bloodthirsty emotions.
As time went on, the murderous aura became more and more obvious, as if any living creature it saw wanted to kill it.
Killing a person is as easy as crushing an ant.
This is also in line with his idea of rapid progress.
There seemed to be an evil thought in my heart, and the empty voice echoed in my ears:
"Tang San, what are you still hesitating about?"
"I came here from the Tang Sect, I have twin martial souls, the Clear Sky Hammer and the Blue Silver Grass, I learned from a great master, I inherited the Mysterious Sky Treasure Record, I have the wisdom of two worlds, am I willing to be stepped on by an ordinary little beggar who is the first level of innate and whose martial soul is a sickle?"
"Are you really willing to lose to Fang Ling?"
Tang San's lips curled slightly at the flattering words, and he was secretly delighted. But when he heard the last deafening roar, his face suddenly became ferocious, "Damn Fang Ling! Why are you everywhere?"
The voice was still in his ears, tempting his will.
"Kill, suck, suck all the life force and soul force of everyone in the Slaughter City, return to Douluo Continent through the Hell Road, and kill the whole world!"
"Use the lives of all living beings to achieve your great path..."
"No, no, no, I'm only practicing and won't attack innocent people." Tang San resisted with difficulty.
After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two red flame beams spewed out of his eyes, which were purple with a bloody color.
It is not condensed, but more like an ionic state similar to a flame.
This is the skill given to him after the Scarlet Flame Fire Ape's head soul bone combined with the Purple Demon Eye.
The fire of spirit can cause a burning effect on the enemy's spirit.
After expending his mental energy and burning it randomly to vent it, Tang San took a few deep breaths: "The killing aura is getting harder and harder to control."
"It would be great if I could get the skull from the Soul Master Competition. Eighteen thousand years is a bit low after all."
"Damn Fang Ling!" Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't suppress his murderous intent anymore.
If it weren't for that bastard Fang Ling, maybe he could have won the final victory! A complete head soul bone of 50,000 years old, I wonder how much it can increase!
The thought that he had just pulled back could not help but turn to Fang Ling again.
He started cursing again.
This is his way of relieving stress.
Over time, even the Spirit Hall was not as hateful as Fang Linglai in his heart.
But I didn't hate the wrong person.
Fang Ling intercepted the Immortal Grass, intercepted the 100,000-year-old right leg bone of the Blue Silver Emperor, intercepted the head soul bone of the Soul Master Competition, and killed the Blue Silver King...
It seriously interfered with Tang San's original growth path!
The frustration of never being able to match his opponent brought about a huge change in his mentality.
After his heart finally calmed down and the hateful figure was about to fade away, Tang San suddenly thought of something: "Father, when was Fang Ling's leg repaired?"
"?" Tang Hao, who was guarding beside him, was stunned.
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