Chapter 376 That's it? (4200)
Tang San's body recovered rapidly from the damage, and the tender flesh buds were immersed in the cold Shura power.
A thin mist condensed from the invisible and turned into blood. Blood vessels grew out of nothingness, and his rapidly weakened heart began to beat strongly again.
The flesh threads permeated the blood jade bones soaked with Shura's divine power, and Tang San's body revived. All the decay was covered up by the new resuscitation.
The spiritual power surged violently, and then a pair of bright scarlet eyes suddenly opened, and then released two dazzling beams of light, piercing the temple door, causing a clanging of metal.
When everything ended, the hall was extremely quiet.
After a long while, a long breath was heard.
“Huh~”
Tang San fell from the suspended state and landed on a circular platform.
After several days of difficult inheritance and rebuilding his true body in the fire of catastrophe, the power in his body has reached an unprecedented peak.
The divine body and divine power have reached 99% of the level, and among the three elements of becoming a god, only the transformation of the soul is still insufficient.
The improvement was huge, but Shura God did not show any joy at the huge improvement Tang San had obtained.
This is the man he chose!
If one wants to inherit the throne of the God King, one must undergo the most rigorous trials. This is how it should be done.
"Continue, refine the soul." A cold voice echoed in the hall.
What comes next is the real test, the refinement of the spirit and soul, which must touch the root of the soul.
Shura's Divine Sense had intended to accomplish his goal in one go, but Tang San's hatred for Fang Ling was too strong! This was good, and it was an important support for him to pass Shura's Ninth Test.
This is not good either. As the dark side of his heart, Tang San's hatred for Fang Ling can help him pass the first two levels, but the third level will be difficult.
Asura is a pure god of killing, not an evil god of killing like Rakshasa who was born out of all kinds of dark and dirty thoughts.
The soul and the position of the god are not matched, and the true power of the Shura God cannot be exerted. Tang San will definitely be beaten by Fang Ling! Fang Ling's actions are not behind others. He restrained the two dragon king souls and wanted to turn them into undead spirits under his control.
Now he is extremely confident and lets Tang San go as he pleases for his practice.
And if Tang San fails, he will die!
Of course, this has nothing to do with the Shura God after inheriting the throne.
It was impossible for him to go against the rules and personally cause trouble for the God of Death, who would become the pillar of the God Realm in the future.
But in order to prevent people from looking down on Shura's position, Shura had to make Tang San's combat power a little stronger.
Tang San's body has returned to normal, but Xin Xinnian, who had trouble accepting his pimpled skin, has returned to his original form.
Of course, it is the original form it should have after sublimation.
A dark red tattoo snaked across the pale neck, emitting a faint blood-red glow that spread across the entire body.
He had a face as pale as snow, with a thick dark red eye shadow at the corners of his eyes. His pupils were like two stagnant blood-red pools, with strange bright red lines flowing in them, just like a group of swimming red snakes.
Tang San now has a handsome face, but his temperament is extremely weird.
Especially the strange bloodstain born in the middle of the pale eyebrows, which perfectly matches the temperament provided by the Blood Silver Emperor Martial Spirit.
However, he did not have time to rejoice over his restored appearance. The moment he heard the Shura God's thought of "refining the soul", blood-red tongues of flame emerged from his soul and licked every part of it.
Shura's blood and fire refine the soul!
It was icy cold and chilling, like an abyss of darkness, pure and without any purpose, the killing intent of God for the sake of killing corroded the entire soul.
After the cold, it was hot, and Tang San once again experienced the pain of being engulfed by the magma blood lake!
The scorching heat was pervasive, as if he was being sent into the core of the sun. Tang San only felt that the extreme heat made his soul expand to the limit.
Like a balloon.
Bang! In the constant cycle of ice and fire, his soul could no longer bear it.
In my perception, my soul seemed to have several large cracks, and these cracks were still spreading rapidly, as if collapse was imminent.
"No, no! I can't die! I want to become a god!"
"I want to become the Asura God King and judge Fang Ling, this evil man with a vicious mind and cruel means!"
Tang San's state of mind had long been tempered to be extraordinary, but when his soul was broken and he was about to die, he couldn't help but feel fear and anxiety.
Tension is like a maggot that devours your peaceful state of mind bit by bit.
The so-called "a mind as calm as still water, without any waves" has turned into nothingness in all of this.
In the void, his obsession emitted a dazzling light.
Tang San, with extreme unwillingness, full of hatred for Fang Ling, hatred for the Spirit Hall, the Tang Sect, and reluctance to leave Xiao Wu... slowly walked towards death.
When I was almost in despair, a very blurry and illusory light suddenly appeared before my eyes.
It was a person, a young man.
Tang San was stunned for a moment, his sea of spiritual consciousness was shaking violently, and he was about to die. Where did this figure come from?
He had no doubt that at this point, his soul had been exhausted to the extreme and his thinking was greatly limited. If he had not wanted to give up, he would have died long ago.
So, could this be a human figure created to help overcome difficulties?
With a strong sense of anticipation in his heart, Tang San looked straight ahead.
The figure gradually became clear, and the first thing that appeared in his field of vision was a faint gray-gold color.
"This color?" The cold light stung his retina. Comparing it with the impression in his mind, Tang San's eyelids twitched and his face darkened.
If he was right, it was Fang Ling's death power! How could this dog thing appear in my divine test? See how I deal with you! His heart tightened, Tang San quietly swallowed his saliva, staring intently, the power in his body had already reached its peak.
He was eager to take revenge, but he also knew that Fang Ling had become a god, and he had not yet become a god, so how could he win? Tang San was crazy, but he was not a fool. If he acted rashly, he would just be sending food to others!
I wanted to step back and leave more room for maneuver, but my body was unable to move.
He could only stare with a pair of scarlet bull eyes, ready to attack at any time.
The light and shadow finally became clear. Gray-blond hair, gray-gold eyes, the road around him, majestic and imposing, as if a true god had descended to earth...
No, He is God!
An inexplicable chill flowed through his body, and Tang San's body trembled instantly, and he was awed in his heart: "It really is this damned dog thing!"
With sweat on his forehead, he was carefully observing the flaws and looking for an opportunity to attack when the handsome man in front of him, who was always smiling, spoke:
"Brother Tang San, long time no see, are you... inheriting the Shura Godhood?"
The first words he spoke were friendly greetings, coupled with that curious look, if there were someone around who didn't know the grudge between the two, they might really think they were some kind of close relatives! "Fang Ling!" Tang San gritted his teeth, and a dark red-gold hammer appeared in his hand.
As if he hadn't heard anything, Fang Ling in front of him said to himself:
"God Shura holds the position of God King in the God Realm. You are lucky to have inherited a good position."
Tang San's fingers were tensed, his joints were exposed, and the waves in his sea of spirituality were constantly brewing.
He was just afraid of Fang Ling's strength, so he was patient for the time being and hadn't taken any action yet.
It was the first time Tang San faced such an illusion. His soul was still burning and he was unable to think more. It was as if he had an aura that reduced his intelligence. He really didn't realize that the person in front of him was just an illusion.
Moreover, it was specially crafted by the God Shura in order to reduce his hatred which had become an obsession and wanted to turn it into a demon in his heart.
Asura God thought: Don't you want to kill Fang Ling to avenge your hatred? Then I will get one!
Watched Fang Ling's entire process of becoming a god, intercepted from Tang San's memory, and selected relevant auras from the marks of the world...
After a series of measures, Fang Ling's illusion naturally fits Tang San's memory, and the missing information will be automatically completed.
To Tang San, who had not yet truly inherited the throne of God, this illusion seemed as real as it could be.
As long as he kills this almost real phantom a few more times, the hatred in his heart will naturally subside.
The plan was good, but God Shura did not expect that Tang San would be so scared that he dared not take action!
It's really unbearable.
He clenched his fists until they creaked, and the killing armor with spikes extending from all over his body also collided with each other. He couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Go ahead, you bastard!"
"With such strong hatred, how can you hold back and not dare to go up to someone in front of you?"
"What on earth are you doing here? Are you afraid of an illusion that has no power at all?"
"Go and give it a try!"
The Shura God was really annoyed at this moment, and felt that Tang San was a little unteachable.
How can a person be so useless!
I have helped you so much. I can basically say that I have helped you become a god. I have also done my best to help you solve the hidden dangers of your inner demons. What else do you want from me?
…
In the divine world, several great gods gathered together.
One is that the strength of the God Realm is about to increase dramatically, which makes him feel quite happy; the other is to prevent someone from doing anything to the future of the God Realm.
They waited quietly, and Destruction paused in his voice as he talked aloud about the future of the divine world.
The aura coming from Shura God suddenly became much gloomier, and both couples cast their eyes curiously towards the only single dog.
"Ashura, what happened?" Destruction spoke first.
He knew that someone was inheriting the throne in the Shura Temple, and the scene before him...
Evil was a man of fun, so he interrupted and said, "Could it be that your successor has failed again?"
"Don't worry about you, he is still receiving the inheritance." Although he felt extremely ashamed in his heart, Shura God was also a thick-skinned man, and his face remained unmoved.
Destruction's eyes were deep and he did not look away. In fact, he had already found the Shura Temple.
"Hehe~" Evil laughed lightly, but was pulled back by Kindness and given a cold look.
The laughter reached the ears of Shura God, and he suddenly felt it was particularly harsh.
After waiting for a while, he saw that Tang San was still planning, without any movement, and was walking in circles around Fang Ling's illusion.
Just attack like an NPC. Are you trying to spin around and stun people to death?
God Shura was so angry that he almost laughed, and he decisively deepened his control.
After a while of pretending to be friendly, Fang Ling asked incomprehensibly: "I vaguely remember that when you were still in Notting City, you looked ordinary. I don't know what attracted Xiao Wu to you?"
Tang San hasn't made any move yet.
Asura God: ...
If Xiao Wu is useless, just change her.
This time he said it in a joyful tone:
"I did everything I could to get into the place where Tang Hao's grandson hid your mother. Apart from that 100,000-year-old soul bone, you don't know how lovable your mother's delicate grass leaves are."
"Then why did you kill her?" Tang San's face was extremely cold. He didn't know that Ah Yin was not dead. Shura God knew it, but he could use these words to stimulate Tang San to take action.
“I originally meant that soul beasts are all very beautiful when they transform, and the Blue Silver Emperor is gentle and beautiful. We should raise it well as a pet and bring it into the God Realm as a concubine in the future.
Who knew she was so stubborn that she would go to great lengths to commit suicide at the last moment? "
"What a shame, what a pity."
“How dare you!” Tang San was so angry that smoke came out of his head and he activated his spirit ring.
Seeing that this method was effective, Shura God excitedly continued to add: "I still remember that day when I killed Tang Hao with a hammer, he..."
After being stimulated for a long time, Tang San could no longer bear it, and swung his 100-meter-long giant hammer as big as a mountain, destroying everything with his sword, and shouted: "Shut up!"
"You can bully me, but how dare you insult my parents!"
"Besides, what kind of godhood do I have? Do I need a little god of death like you to judge me? Die!"
The huge hammer head came like a falling meteorite, carrying with it a fierce storm that sounded like thunder.
The vast momentum contained in Tang San's attack can scare people to death.
Facing death, he was surprised to find that Fang Ling, after becoming a god, was so vulnerable.
He has a tall and handsome figure, but he runs around everywhere and does not have any of the temperament that a god should have.
The hunched body makes people feel extremely wretched.
Tang San suddenly felt a great sense of heroism in his heart, and he increased his strength fiercely, wanting to smash Fang Ling into a meat patty.
At this moment, an invisible wave surged, and Shura God frowned suddenly: "Hmm?"
Kindness covers the evil mouth, so that this funny person won’t laugh out loud regardless of the occasion and damage the relationship with colleagues.
Miehuo couldn't help laughing, but his personality was always cold, so the only thing that showed on the outside was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
The four God Kings could find the inheritance of the Shura Temple and could not see Tang San's dream, but they knew from the performance of the Shura God that something must have happened again! The previous generation of inheritors was invaded by the Rakshasa God's thoughts, and this generation was used as a nourishment by the new Death God King. Even the usually cold Destruction could not help but feel funny.
In Tang San's illusion, Fang Ling, who was about to be beaten into a pulp by a hammer, suddenly straightened his back.
The temperament suddenly changed from being as mean as a rat to being great and unparalleled, extremely majestic.
It’s just like when you’re playing a game and a different person logs in. Although you can’t tell the difference on the surface, the fighting style and the temperament that is revealed are completely different.
"So they are just playing house!"
With a speechless sigh, the brand new Fang Ling lightly used his index finger to hold down the giant hammer in front of him, crushing the vigorous murderous intent, and then a kind smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"That's it?"
Seemingly kind, but actually the most sarcastic.
Even the astonished Shura God couldn't bear to watch it, let alone Tang San, a young man who already had a grudge against Fang Ling.
"Fang Ling, die!"
With a loud shout, the giant hammer shrank, the Shura blood light turned into red divine patterns, and divine power flowed madly into the hammer head.
He turned a corner and exploded the seventh, eighth and ninth soul rings at the same time, releasing surging energy and adding the Nine Absolutes of Haotian. The shrunken hammer smashed towards the opponent again in anger.
This time Fang Ling was a little more serious. General divine power didn't matter. Blowing up three rings in a row was stronger than blowing up a hundred thousand year soul ring, which could reach the level of a high priest's attack.
With the addition of the power of God King Shura and the Nine Ultimate Skills of Haotian, we cannot neglect them.
But it's just a little bit serious.
Part of the Grim Reaper's armor appeared on Fang Ling's hand, like a glove covering his palm, and he raised his hand to catch it again.
Tang San woke up as if from a dream, filled with shock and anger, and was so frightened that he staggered back a few steps.
Fang Ling's pupils reflected the embarrassed figure, and he said with a teasing smile: "You can't do this, Tang San!"
"You still want revenge in this miserable state?"
"The throne is a good one, but it's being wasted by you."
(End of this chapter)
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