Chapter 366 Look, I’m in a hurry again (4000)
The road to becoming a god is already halfway done, and it is no longer possible to have a minimal impact like before.
There is an eternal light flowing beyond the clouds in the sky, and every breath resonates with the universe.
The vast sky is covered with a gauze woven by oracles. The gray light meanders into rivers among the stars. Billions of light points are like silver sand scattered by the gods, outlining endless mysteries in the void.
No matter where one is on Douluo Star, as long as one looks up, one can see the wonderful crown appearing at the edge of the sky.
The familiar and delicate gray light formed delicate veins of energy flow in the distant sky.
According to the information reported by the remaining intelligence network of Xingluo, it can be seen anywhere in the mainland.
The veins of death continued to extend, and on the curtain of the divine light of death, sometimes it transformed into a scene of collapsing galaxies, and sometimes it showed the image of the Styx hanging upside down.
There was no specific divine power oppressing anyone, nor was there any impact on any living beings. Just the meaning symbolized by these visions and the color of the light were enough to make those who knew the situation completely certain that this was the sign of Fang Ling's deification.
The Xingluo side fell into silence. Although there were many people there, it seemed as if they were in a deep abyss.
The soul guide lamp was squeezed by the soul power and flickered unsteadily. Someone's hand was deeply grasped into the Iron Throne.
If there was no way out, I would have invested now!
Who made them all have a grudge against Fang Ling! With no way out, surrendering means death, so they had no choice but to fight to the bitter end.
"Master Tang, how long will it take King Haotian to become a god?" The Soul Douluo of the White Tiger lineage asked Tang Xiao with a heavy heart, his armor reflecting the eerie light of the sky.
We can only look forward to Tang San.
King Haotian officially gave Tang San the throne in order to win him over.
The man he was looking at was muscular, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and bronze skin that glowed from a bloody battle. Although his aura was a little weak, it could not conceal his great strength.
It was through arduous battles that Tang Xiao broke through to level ninety-seven.
As one of the Haotian Twin Stars, and being used as a whetstone for the Spirit Hall elders, it is not surprising that he made such a breakthrough after experiencing repeated beatings.
His expression was calm, his voice was steady, and he was extremely confident: "It won't take long."
"Before Xiao San shows up, there's no need to worry too much. They won't want to face a crazy, vengeful god."
That being said, and considering the Spirit Hall's deliberate slackness and the huge amount of manpower spent on training, it does make sense... right?
Tang Xiao didn’t know and could only comfort her this way.
It seems to comfort others, but in fact you are comforting yourself.
People were disturbed by the strange vision, fearing that it was an ominous sign and that a disaster was about to happen.
After waiting for a long time, as the brilliant light stream in the sky continued to reorganize and evolve, no disaster as imagined happened in the world.
The people of the Spirit Empire continued to do what they were supposed to do. Garrison spirit masters in various places continued to train as usual, and farmers worked hard.
The only thing that can be called a disaster is in Xingluo.
The Wuhun Empire is composed of the four vassal states of the former Tiandou Empire and the Xingluo Empire. It has vast territory, rich resources, and even more so a large population.
The war between the two sides was extremely unbalanced, and Fang Ling's increasingly close steps towards becoming a god stimulated Bibi Dong.
She carefully considered the possible changes in the situation after Fang Ling became a god, and after careful consideration, she intensified the progress of the war - that is, accelerated the consumption.
The Xing Luo Empire had to fight an enemy that was three times larger than itself with only half of its original area.
It is difficult to fight the rich with the scarce, and the strong with the weak. It can only be achieved with the concerted efforts and hard work of everyone.
Bibi Dong relied on the fact that the Wuhun Empire was rich, had a powerful army of soul masters, and had her disciple Hu Liena and the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect to maintain logistics, so she ordered everyone to exert their strength and increase the intensity of the attack.
The Xing Luo Empire's resources suddenly could not keep up with consumption, so it had to forcibly requisition grain.
The coercive behavior led to the people’s miserable lives and widespread killings in the country.
This is exactly what Bibi Dong meant.
…
On the road to hell, Tang San's bloodshot eyes were calm.
It was like curing mental mania all at once. He longed to become a god, but no longer forced it.
But if you look closely, you can still see the glittering light in his eyes and the slight fluctuation of Shura blood light.
"How long will it take Fang Ling to become a god?" He thought that his heart was peaceful enough and his current state could pass the inheritance of the Shura God, so he asked in a calm tone.
The magic sword has great powers, just like the Bai Xiaosheng in the legend of the previous life. It must know.
Shura's divine thought: "Within ten days."
He didn't care, but Tang San was a little anxious, gritted his teeth: "Demon Sword, do you think I'm enough now?"
"Not enough, are you in a hurry?" Shura replied coldly.
"I'm not anxious! What's the matter?" Tang San retorted anxiously, "I think——"
"Look, you're anxious again." These four simple words from Shura's mind almost made Tang San angry to death.
"I'm really not in a hurry!" Tang San quickly refuted and argued with him the moment he heard it.
"Heh~" Shura said nothing, just chuckled.
Tang San: “…”
After a long while, under the hot air of the magma blood lake, he sighed, "I'm just worried that everything will change after I get out."
If he was the only one left, with all his family and friends killed by Fang Ling, Tang San didn't dare to imagine how crazy he would be.
Shura's divine thought: "The Tang Chen he killed knew about the Shura Demon Sword and the Shura God Position."
"You know, he's been to the City of Slaughter and can guess where you are."
With just one sentence, Tang San's sudden sadness faded away.
"?" His eyes widened suddenly, "Then how did he--"
"Let you become a god?" Shura's mind spoke up, secretly lamenting that Tang San, who had become mentally ill, had lost his mind.
Isn’t the answer obvious?
"That's right." Tang San nodded. That's what he meant.
Asura is the pure god of killing. He holds the honorable position of the King of Gods. With his powerful attack power and fair and strict law enforcement, he has the authority to judge all gods.
Could it be that Fang Ling himself, the God of Death, could be an exception?
This is the God King, the king among gods in the God Realm! The Shura Demon Sword briefly introduced what the Shura Godhood represented, and Tang San knew a little bit.
The slight bit of smugness on his face made Shura God sigh in his heart, what a mentally ill idiot.
"Because he doesn't care." The Shura God's real body was carefully observing Fang Ling's process of becoming a god.
The power that resides in Fang Ling is extraordinary.
Its origin is far greater than one could imagine, the only pity is that it has been bound to someone.
There is no way to remove it without binding.
This is the power that can easily destroy the world.
Fang Ling has already initially condensed the throne of a God King with extremely perfect laws.
Under the influence of the death energy of unknown origin, it is very likely that he will become the Supreme God King, which is the realm of the former Dragon God.
Maybe he has the ability to reach the highest level of the Creator God.
Using your own martial soul all the way, your whole body is divine, you can upgrade your soul core by yourself, and you have your own kingdom of God...
How could he be afraid of a Shura God who had just inherited the throne, switched from hammer to heavy sword, and might not even be able to use the sword well?
Tang San, this idiot, has been treated as a free-range cultivation resource, and he is still here Makka Baka!
"How could I not care?" Tang San couldn't help but ask.
Shura Demon Sword's words challenged his common sense.
Fang Ling was just a weakling who believed in becoming a god. How could he fight against the God of Law Enforcement in the God Realm? Then what was the point of all the sacrifices he had made to become the Shura God? Tang San's determination wavered a little, and he gave up the idea of asking the truth.
Shura Demon Sword did not want to continue this repetitive and meaningless conversation: "If you want to become a god, calm your mind as soon as possible."
"Fang Ling will not let you become a god, and he doesn't want to face a crazy god."
"What about the Spirit Empire?" Tang San asked the last question of concern.
Shura's divine thought: "The Wuhun Empire has absolute power, but it is just training its troops. The speed of breaking through the barriers is extremely slow, and it is adopting a war of attrition."
Asura God can see more, such as Rakshasas and angels.
They are waiting for themselves to become gods, and they are also waiting for Tang San to become a god.
War of attrition?
Tang San couldn't understand what medicine Wuhun Hall had taken wrongly, but this was the best. He thought it would last until he became a god. He nodded: "I understand. I won't be impatient anymore."
The Hell Road fell into silence, and Tang San regained his inner peace. He just silently absorbed energy and polished his soul power to the peak.
…
Fang Ling is still in the process of becoming a god.
Transformation, sublimation, and at a certain moment, the ultimate leap from soul master to god.
"boom--"
A powerful hymn seemed to echo between heaven and earth, and the world was singing to celebrate the birth of a new god.
The gray death mist that spread from Fang Ling's body was retracted, and the gray light that stretched for tens of thousands of miles blocked the sunlight and covered the sky.
In the gray-gold divine pupils, two clusters of immortal fire of death received sufficient energy supply, jumping and burning like two newborn elves.
The momentum changed unprecedentedly in an instant.
Everyone on the continent was attracted by the magnificent divine veins in the sky, and a war was once again interrupted prematurely.
"What... is this?" Everyone in the Xing Luo Empire was stunned.
"It took a month and a half, and we are finally going to succeed, God of Death!" Bibi Dong tilted her head back, her breathing slightly quickened.
The snow-white and delicate goose neck shows a beautiful curve, and the plump breasts in front of the body tremble slightly with the slow breathing.
The purple-black light of Rakshasa's power shone in her beautiful eyes. She wanted to see the real process of Fang Ling's transformation.
Of course I saw nothing.
The gray-gold divine light blocked all sight, and Fang Ling was submerged in the center of the endless thunder of death.
The moment she saw it, Bibi Dong felt a sharp pain in her heart and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
The faint power of death in the Death Spider's martial soul was trembling, and she even felt the martial soul wailing.
"The tyranny of the highest death attribute." Bibi Dong only saw death.
It gives people a feeling of being unable to resist, and it is a powerful god-level force that transcends the peerless Douluo.
She tried to sense her progress in gathering energy to become a god, and couldn't help but frown.
The intensity of the war is not enough, Xingluo still has some strength to spare!
If you want to become a god quickly, you must fight hard! There are not many soul masters with the attribute of death, and there are only a few high-level ones.
Among them, Gu Rong's cultivation is far inferior to that of Bibi Dong, the Pope who is about to become the Rakshasa God, but the death attribute of the Bone Dragon Martial Soul accounts for a much greater proportion than that of the Death Spider Emperor.
The martial spirit connected to his soul brought him a deeper perception.
"God of Death..." The few hairs on the ancient banyan tree's head fluttered alone.
He trembled and fell to the ground like a mortal, and only stood up with the help of Chen Xin and Ning Rongrong.
"Fang Ling has become a god!" There was an unexplained sigh in his mouth, his voice was hoarse, but it was filled with the joy of witnessing history.
A new legend in the world, becoming a god after a hundred levels!
In just over ten years, you have completed a journey that others would never be able to complete in their entire lifetime.
"Yes, he has become a god." Ning Rongrong's eyebrows were curved, and she couldn't stop smiling. "I'll go to the mansion and wait for him right away!"
What she couldn't tell anyone else was that she wanted to taste God.
Ning Rongrong is a person who is both bad at playing and loves to play.
…
Everyone in the world who possesses a martial spirit with the attribute of death has deeply sensed the supremacy of this gray-gold divine light.
Among them, Zhu Zhuqing, one of Fang Ling's wives and who possesses the martial soul fusion skill with him, felt the most deeply.
The divine light of death caused her soul power to become more active, her blood flowed faster, and her face turned red for a while.
What happens at a deeper level in the body is an indescribable and strange change.
Zhu Zhuqing opened her red lips and exhaled a breath of hot air. She was eager to know how powerful the effect would be when Fang Ling became a true god and then merged with her to practice.
Cultivation is very serious, but it is hard to say whether integration is serious or not.
…
High in the sky.
Fang Ling's deification was extremely smooth, without any unexpected events, no external disasters blocking his path, and no mental tests like inner demons that occurred like with other inherited deities.
It makes sense when you think about it.
He became a god through faith, a god of death that he condensed himself, and he had no ancestors above him.
Speaking of this, Fang Ling thought of the ninth test of the Angel God.
Maybe he will have to go in with them. Poseidon also has the authority of angels, so we have to be on guard against Poseidon causing trouble.
Fang Ling dared to swear to heaven that he had no other intentions.
I just can't let Qian Renxue, who has placed her heart on me, be disappointed.
He shook his head vigorously and came back to his senses.
The godhood was achieved, but there was no particularly prominent and eye-catching vision. This was because he became a god through faith, and there was one last extra step - condensing the divine armor.
All the million-year-old soul bones in his body were stripped away.
The gray-gold divine liquid, which is based on death and has finally perfectly harmonized the forces of time, space, fate, nothingness, etc., is constantly flowing on the surface of his body, changing into various forms according to his thoughts.
It can maintain the appearance of the divine bone armor, which is the most original, and the characteristics of each soul bone are perfectly displayed.
But the big rose gold eyeballs on the shoulders are so ugly!
The color is beautiful and the shape is strange.
He is not the boss of Resident Evil!
If there is an opportunity to make manual adjustments, then change it. You must change it!
The general tone of the divine outfit remained unchanged, still gray-gold, and Fang Ling adjusted the wolf head from one shoulder to both shoulders.
The right arm armor that was originally formed by tentacles disappeared, turning into a streamlined shape as clean as frost and snow.
The Eye of Destiny on the left shoulder was moved to the center of the eyebrows, and when closed, it formed a rose-gold pattern of destiny.
If his martial soul was a three-pointed, two-edged spear, Fang Ling could also cosplay as Erlang Shen.
The leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor formed golden lines that covered its entire body, complementing the naturally formed death patterns.
A headband appeared on the head, with a brilliant gray-gold gem representing the deity integrated on it.
The above changes are actually useless, they just look good and can make people look more majestic.
At this point, the divine equipment is finally completed.
The surface was covered with ripples of mercury texture, and each change in the ripple caused the endless gray-gold divine light to tremble.
Gray-gold mist gushed out from the seven orifices, and the star-dust-like divine mist quickly penetrated into the unsolidified divine armor.
This is the energy control that Fang Ling learned from the panel. From the most subtle details, he can quickly solidify the shaped divine equipment.
(End of this chapter)
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