Chapter 326 Return to the City of Slaughter (First update, 3000, please subscribe!)

Chapter 326 Return to the City of Slaughter (First update, 3000, please subscribe!)

Qian Daoliu used his soul power to resist the aftermath of the attack and did not dare to relax for a moment.

The sunlight was shattered by the power of the two. The golden and gray-golden light streams made the sky extremely gorgeous. The colorful light added a sense of fantasy to the scene here.

The two-color field has been closed, but the thirty percent bonus to overload remains.

Even reducing the strength to 150,000 jin is not something that Qian Daoliu, the peerless Douluo with the six-winged holy angel spirit, can achieve.

He could only consume more soul power to contend with this powerful physical strength.

The Holy Sword and the Scythe of Death collided, and the power was transmitted to the two of them in an instant.

After a moment of confrontation, Qian Daoliu's body shook slightly, and his soul power was a little disordered, but Fang Ling remained calm and directly resisted it with the strength of his divine body.

A moment later, the space shook violently, and a dull roar sounded between heaven and earth.

“Boom!”

It was as if someone had punched the world from the void. Along with the loud noise, a visible air shock wave spread rapidly.

The clash between death and divine power brought together tremendous force, instantly tearing open two huge cracks in space.

The cracks are surrounded by veins that look like leaf veins, shattered glass, and spider webs, creating endless tiny cracks.

Part of the aftermath of the divine power was instantly swallowed up by the space crack.

Qian Daoliu could use his soul power to resist, but there was no need, so he chose to retreat instantly.

The golden light of the holy sword in his hand, which was enhanced by the power of angels, dimmed, and the holy fire was about to go out, with only sporadic flames burning on it.

The gray-gold power of death is corroding the Holy Sword, and the power of angels is struggling to purify and dissolve it.

A cut appeared on the sword body, and the purified death power and the annihilated angel power continuously transformed into star-like points of light and dissipated.

Fang Ling's Death Scythe was in much better condition than the Holy Sword. The blade was not damaged, but there was a tiny crack on the handle, which would be repaired in a short while.

The angel's divine power wanted to invade Fang Ling through the sickle of death and dissolve the soul power in his body.

But under the constantly generated power of death, they were all annihilated and could not make any waves at all.

Looking at the space crack that had begun to heal in front of him, Fang Ling activated his eighth soul ring.

A silver-black halo passed before Qian Daoliu's eyes, and Fang Ling's breath disappeared from his perception for a moment. The broken space here was healed, smoothed, and restored to its original appearance.

The two men stood facing each other in the clear sky, neither of them making another move.

Through the fight with Qian Daoliu, Fang Ling already had a preliminary assessment of Tang Chen's potential strength.

Even if he obtained the Shura Nine Tests, he would not be afraid of the Shura Demon Sword, a super artifact, for the time being.

The blood-red nine-headed bat king is not strong enough, so I just need to use all my strength in an instant and kill him and Tang Chen together.

Fang Ling just doesn't believe that you, Tang Chen, can be resurrected with a broken body! Sea God Tang San had his heart ripped out, and even when invaded by the power of the Rakshasa, he couldn't repair his heart. As the attribute of death that is absolutely opposite to life, it should have a more potent effect.

Qian Daoliu did not attack again. The power of the Angel God was not limited to this, and he could borrow more power, but there was no need to fight anymore.

He saw that Fang Ling was merely measuring his own strength in this world.

The previous strong fighting spirit has disappeared, and the emotions have calmed down. There is no need to fight again.

"Very good. Since ancient times, the new generation has pushed the old generation forward. I have finally seen what a true genius is." Qian Daoliu dispersed the sacred sword in his hand that was corroded by the power of death and nodded in praise.

He was very satisfied with his granddaughter's choice.

"Thank you for the advice, senior." After the overload was cancelled and the stimulation of soul power on the body was lost, Fang Ling's face turned pale instantly, and he swayed and almost fell down.

The soul power is still full, after all, he only made one final strike.

There is a feeling of emptiness coming from inside the body, which gives people an extremely awkward feeling, as if the body is uncomfortable, but also seems to be empty.

Fang Ling activated the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg. With the nourishment of life force, his complexion gradually improved and the feeling of emptiness gradually subsided.

The two chatted and laughed all the way, discussing cultivation, the fusion of mental power and soul power, and slowly returned to the Spirit Hall.

The rest of the people who came here saw nothing except a mouthful of the aftermath of the battle.

After returning to the Spirit Hall, Fang Ling began a not-so-long wait, waiting for the undead to absorb the elemental power of heaven and earth, and for the small energy core to gradually grow and become full.

During the half month in the Spirit Hall, he had beautiful women by his side all day long. Occasionally, he would go shopping with Hu Liena, and Qian Renxue would come from time to time.

I enjoy practicing new sickle techniques in my spare time.

Apart from Bibi Dong's constant cold treatment, Fang Ling and Qian Daoliu have a pretty good relationship.

The soul gathering was completed, the precious light on the Scythe of Death bloomed, the energy of the Undead Kingdom was almost full, and he immediately chose to say goodbye.

Kill Tang Chen, today! With a flash of blood in his eyes, he once again came to the military formation controlled by the Spirit Hall last time.

The place is still heavily guarded. Fang Ling took out Bibi Dong's token and entered, then walked slowly down the tunnel.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter..." Familiar words came from all directions.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a bloody smile flashed across Fang Ling's face.

After a spatial wave enveloped his body, he entered the demiplane of the City of Slaughter.

The first thing is to test whether the field can support the soul skills in the City of Slaughter.

After a simple test, Fang Ling found that the Death Realm was just as he had guessed, and could also resist the magic-forbidden formation of the City of Slaughter!

But the warrior realm is not like that.

Unexpectedly, but also within reason, the space-time domain also works!

The use of time has yet to be developed, but this time it is not for the time skill. A concept suddenly popped up in Fang Ling's mind...

The silver-black light disappeared under his clothes, and he walked out slowly.

The scenery outside the corridor remained the same as before. After some time, the City of Slaughter had recovered a lot of its vitality.

You can see people in black clothes still carrying supplies, and there are still people in black armor holding heavy swords, wearing thick armor, and sitting on tall war horses guarding them.

It was still the familiar taste, and it was so cold that it was almost like a dead person.

Fang Ling ignored everyone and walked slowly inside.

No one dared to stop him. As the god of death who passed through the Hell Road of the Killing City, he had the right to enter and leave the Killing City freely.

Moreover, the realm of time and space allows him to disappear into the void.

This is a small use of the power of space. With his spatial perception, he has an exceptionally good control over the power of space.

Spatial perception took the entire structure of the Killing City into his mind, and Fang Ling immediately found the location of the big bat of the King of Killing.

It was a tall tower with no light in it. In a wide and dark room high up there was a huge chair inlaid with crystals.

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A tall and thin figure sat on it, sucking the scarlet blood from the snow pool next to it with its huge fangs.

What surprised Fang Ling was that the big bat was not alone.

The bodies of a man and a woman overlapped, the blood-red nine-headed bat king sat on a chair, and a curvy figure sat on him, rising and falling constantly.

"Uh..." Fang Ling was speechless. It was a live pornographic show.

Does Tang Chen know that you are using his body to do these things?

"Who?" As a soul beast that can parasitize Tang Chen, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King is naturally quite capable.

Although he didn't feel anything, his sixth sense was activated, as if someone came in!

Someone sneaked into the City of Slaughter? Why did they come? The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King could only think of Tang Hao, Bibi Dong, and Fang Ling.

His original high spirits were lost in an instant, his body softened with fear, his eyes were filled with bloodshot, his powerful mental power swept through him repeatedly, and a sound wave that was inaudible to human ears echoed throughout the City of Slaughter.

But he found no one.

illusion?

"Huh!" The King of Slaughter exhaled a breath of foul air, and confirmed again and again that this was the result. His brows were furrowed, and a strong sense of vigilance appeared in his eyes. "Is this really an illusion?"

As a soul beast that can parasitize Tang Chen, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King is a powerful soul beast that is 500,000 years old.

Fang Ling guessed correctly, it was indeed the pet of the God Shura and had a limited number of permissions.

The teleporting bat pattern on the Hell Killing Grounds comes from this.

In the past, he had been practicing peacefully in the underground Swallowing Blood River in the City of Slaughter. The reason why he came out to parasitize Tang Chen was very simple: a heavenly tribulation.

The blood-red nine-headed bat king can't survive the six hundred thousand year heavenly tribulation! The Slaughter City is a demiplane transformed by the Asura God. It is very special, but no matter how special it is, it only exists by relying on the Douluo Star, and the corresponding heavenly tribulation laws are still valid.

And there is also a natural soul skill called parasitism. As long as it parasitizes a person, it can change its identity and escape the heavenly calamity. Of course, the lifespan will also be shortened.

After careful selection, it chose Tang Chen.

As the Shura God's former pet, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King knew that Tang Chen had obtained the Shura Nine Tests, and also knew that he had been ambushed by the Rakshasa God.

So he took this opportunity to parasitize him, trying his luck at becoming a god.

Tang Chen was ambushed when he was taking the eighth test of Shura, but he had already gone a long way on the road to becoming a god.

Even if he was ambushed by the Rakshasa God, he was not without any power to resist.

But all resistance was suppressed, and the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King relied on his own extraordinary mental strength to make the parasitism successful.

It believes in its own power, and after thinking about it, it can only think that it is an illusion.

But I was still afraid and became cautious.

Fang Ling noticed his movements, but his expression did not change at all.

He was enveloped in the realm of time and space, and disappeared into the void. He could not be sensed by anyone, and no trace would be found even if the mental power scanned him.

This is also the reason why the space-time realm is immune to the ban on magic.

They are not in the same world, so the forbidden magic area of ​​the small dimension like the City of Slaughter naturally has no influence on him.

After finding a secret place, Fang Ling summoned the Scythe of Death and began to prepare.

He locked onto the location of the tower in his mind, gathered his soul power, let the domain add to himself, and prepared to deliver his ultimate attack.

This time I didn't use overload, I mainly relied on the ring explosion and the death skill Final Slash to deal damage.

He stepped out of the void and appeared behind the King of Killing.

Swinging the sickle, the ninth and sixth soul rings were directly shattered, and the power was concentrated on the sickle of death that was shining with the gray-gold light of death.

Big Sumeru Death Scythe, Exploding Ring!

Two explosions in a row!

(End of this chapter)

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