Chapter 377 Fang Ling Visited Here
"Fang Ling!"
Tang San shouted loudly, veins popping out on his forehead.
Visible cold sweat flowed down along the bloodstain between the eyebrows, reflecting a strange cold light on the pale face.
Fang Ling: "Hmm? What are you barking about?"
Tang San shouted angrily, "How could you be here? The Shura Temple is sacred and solemn, how can you be so presumptuous!"
His thinking is indeed limited, but he also understands that the entire inheritance process must be under the control of the Shura God.
How could Fang Ling, a completely irrelevant god, appear?
It was really unbelievable! "You invited me here, didn't you?"
Staring at the somewhat flustered Tang San in front of him, Fang Ling's face showed a mysterious smile.
Tang San still couldn't figure it out.
But Fang Ling was telling the truth.
…
Half an hour passed, and Tang San just entered the first stage of soul refining.
He resisted for a short while, but could no longer withstand the intensity of the soul refining test, which was both ice and fire. When he was about to die, an illusion suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The illusion came from Shura God's desire to reduce the hatred in Tang San's mind.
I don't want to overdo it and lose the original meaning, so I try my best to make it as realistic as possible.
It’s a good idea. If Asura God can realize it, it can really achieve the goal.
The characterization was too real, coupled with Tang San's hateful call, and another person also received the message at the same time.
In the far north, the Snow Emperor Palace.
Two beautiful bodies are lying on the ground (no, crossed out). Xue Di has successfully condensed her second soul core and is now becoming proficient in the use of the corresponding spatial skills.
The Ice Emperor on the side had just begun to condense his second soul core.
Fang Ling was guarding her when he suddenly heard a malicious call.
The characteristic of fate that "whatever is spoken must be known" sent the call to his ears. He was curious about who could give birth to such hatred. He sensed it carefully, and then his eyebrows moved slightly.
"Huh?"
"What's wrong?" Xue Di was startled and cast a gentle and elegant look over.
"Something went wrong?" The Ice Emperor, who was in the process of condensing his soul core, was also alarmed and diverted some of his attention.
But with Fang Ling, the God of Death, here, it wouldn't be that serious, right? She was just confused, not afraid at all.
Fang Ling shook his head and said mysteriously: "No, I feel like there is fun calling me."
"...How about I stop first?" Bingdi's eyes flashed slightly, and he took the initiative to speak, wanting to leave some time.
"No need. I'll just devote some of my attention to it. Condensing the soul core is a simple matter. You do your thing." Fang Ling laughed and started to act while the two were thinking.
The call just now came from the web of fate, full of hatred, but extremely weak.
It seemed as if it was separated by layers of space and came from a vague and illusory place that seemed both real and illusory.
When Fang Ling focused his attention and tried to distinguish things carefully, he could not see anything clearly.
This situation is extremely rare!
Fang Ling became interested, and almost as soon as he greeted Bingdi, he concentrated all his computing power and forced his thinking and spirit to the maximum.
After keeping a small portion as a guarantee for the Ice Emperor's dual soul cores, most of the rest was used to search for the direction and source of the call on the Web of Destiny.
There was an endless flow of hatred towards Fang Ling. Although the meaning was light, it was extremely deep and continuous, and it even revealed a divine aura.
Fang Ling had paid close attention to the entire process of the soul master's destiny transforming into a god during Qian Renxue's deification. He had a deep understanding of this and no matter how obvious the cover-up was, it could not escape his eyes.
And in this world, only Tang San and Bibi Dong are undergoing the divine test.
Considering his past experiences, Fang Ling could not think of anyone else who could give rise to such hatred.
It can only be Tang San!
Bibi Dong was also inheriting the Rakshasa throne, but Fang Ling did not have much deep hatred towards her, he was just giving her some stern advice.
Because of the relationship between Nana and Xueer, she would at most come out to challenge Fang Ling, and then be beaten until she regained her sanity.
Following the direction from which the hatred came, relying on his skillful control of fate, Fang Ling found the corresponding location effortlessly.
As expected, this thread of destiny moved all the way to the City of Slaughter, a demi-dimensional world controlled by the God Shura.
It also went deep into the Hell Road, directly reaching the deepest Shura Temple protected by Shura's divine power! Fang Ling needed Tang San to become a god, gave up the idea of direct attack, and chose to attack from the direction of destiny.
The call comes from the web of fate, and naturally one can follow this connection and pursue it in reverse.
The Asura God set up a relevant fate barrier and added a lock, but for the other party Ling, this was nothing.
There is no God of Destiny in the God Realm. Although Shura God relies on the authority of the God King and the God Realm Center's research on the power of destiny, he cannot catch up with the God of Destiny Bone that Fang Ling has integrated into his divine armor.
There is no auspicious beast that lives for a million years in this world! Tang San is a man-made child of destiny, and his destiny is forcibly given by the God of Shura. From him, we can see the poor control of the God of Shura over destiny.
The power of destiny that shielded the Shura Temple was quite high, but to Fang Ling, it was just a forcible stacking, without a trace of beauty, and even a shaky and dangerous building! Using the power of destiny to break through the defense with ingenuity... Using the power of destiny that was so perfect that it could control the weakest point, Fang Ling taught a lesson to the Shura God who wanted to block him out.
Breaking through the layers of barriers openly and honestly, forcing one's way in! It seemed like a dream, illusory and ethereal... Comparing it with Qian Renxue's process of becoming a god, one could almost instantly realize the reason.
Tang San is undergoing the soul refining test!
This malicious call came from the illusion he was facing.
An idea came into his mind, and a wisp of consciousness pushed Shura God down in front of him, following the pull of fate.
The real illusion provided the greatest convenience. Relying on the Avenue of Death, Fang Ling replaced him in the illusion.
Then the scene just now happened—a single-handed hammer with the full force of Tang San's explosive ring! The Shura God was stunned, and Tang San, as the person involved, was even more horrified.
"I didn't invite you, and... this is my inheritance temple!" He looked ferocious, as if he wanted to reason with Fang Ling.
"Haha~" Fang Ling just chuckled twice, and said calmly as Tang San's calf muscles trembled, "You're so old, but you're still like an innocent child."
Tang San was extremely furious at being treated like a child, but he calmed down under the cold gaze and strong pressure.
I can’t beat it. I’ve already tried it.
Wait until I become a god, and then I will come and discuss this with you! The inheritance of the throne is extremely important. This is the Shura Temple. The Shura God must be paying attention to this place at all times and will not let Fang Ling's little hairy god do evil.
After thinking for a while, the hatred in Tang San's eyes dimmed a little: "If you don't want to kill me, why are you here?"
He thought about the whole process from when he saw the gray-gold light to when the attack was easily taken, and he definitely did not make any invitation.
"You are the one who summoned me!" Fang Ling corrected him without further explanation. He sneered and revealed his true intention. "I have no other purpose but to beat you up!"
He would have liked to do more.
However, he only squeezed out the Shura God's control over his illusion and gained a little authority over the illusion.
The entire illusion is still largely under the control of the Shura God.
This was constructed by the power of Shura. Fang Ling could not take control and could not create any other illusion, so he gave up the idea of using the Tang family's habits to severely humiliate them.
He thought of creating some monkeys and wild boars for Tang San to enjoy.
Tang San's words entered his ears, and his face twitched: "Want to beat me? Then you bastard, come and try!"
As he said that, he swung the hammer in his hand and used the ring explosion again.
This time, all six spirit rings exploded! The result was not unexpected. Asura God could not drive Fang Ling out of Tang San's dream, nor could he change the data after Fang Ling's consciousness descended.
Even if he cheated by constantly reproducing spirit rings to allow Tang San to use the Explosive Ring, he still couldn't win even one battle.
Even gaining the upper hand is a luxury.
God Shura had no choice but to change the terrain.
Fang Ling took a little effort and relied on the laws of the soul to search for it. After finding it, he continued to kill brutally and mercilessly.
The Asura God increased Tang San's combat power in the illusion, but he was unable to defeat Fang Ling, who was based on reality and laws.
No matter how great the reputation or how powerful the momentum, it can only slightly slow down the pace of death.
Shura had no choice but to stop the soul refining process.
Becoming a god cannot be achieved overnight, otherwise you will die halfway!
He could only watch as Tang San's hatred grew deeper and deeper.
After watching Tang San die in various ways for no less than forty times, which left him with the impression that he was invincible, Fang Ling finally stomped on his timid head and exited the illusion with a laugh.
"Rubbish, pure waste!"
The harsh words echoed in Tang San's ears. Fang Ling glanced at Shura God's changeable smile, and invoked the soul law to help Tang San quickly pass the soul refining stage.
The price... a hidden hand is left on the soul.
By the way, the same is true for the artificial luck that is full of loopholes.
Now that you are here, you have to leave something behind.
After thinking about it, Fang Ling also carved six big words "Fang Ling was here" on Tang San's soul.
This move would expose his actions, however, it didn't matter if it was seen by the Shura God.
There is no soul law, no sophisticated control of fate, do you want to solve it?
That means pulling out a handful of radishes with mud on them.
A rough man who practices the law of killing can't have a dream, just a strong palm! Maybe it's okay for the sea god.
After saying hello to the Asura God, Fang Ling left the illusion in a happy mood.
He continued to help Ice Emperor condense the second soul core. In the Shura Temple, Tang San lay on his back and opened his eyes dazedly.
Looking at the scarlet hall in front of him, his spiritual sea felt dizzy for a while. He resisted the urge to vomit, and his eyes were as black as ink, without a trace of blood.
"Fang—Ling—!"
He uttered two heavy words that seemed to weigh more than ten thousand pounds and were branded on his soul, and then the power in his body ran wildly out of control.
Every death adds to the hatred. Tang San now has only one thought in his mind: "Kill Fang Ling, that bastard!"
When the Asura God saw the pupils of his descendant turning as dark as ink, he let out a long sigh.
The throne can be passed down further, but there is no way to get rid of this hatred.
He shook his head and used his divine sense to check Tang San's soul refining results. At a glance, he discovered the six large golden characters that were as dazzling as the sun.
He had a strange expression on his face, and was stunned for a moment before he said strangely, "Damn, you really know how to play!"
The Asura God discovered that there was something wrong with Tang San's soul, but he couldn't find out where it came from. Man-made destiny seemed to have changed suddenly as well, but he couldn't see that either.
"What can you play?" Evil asked, tapping his chin.
The Asura God's expression has not changed as much as it has in the past year. He is so evil and curious, and his heart feels itchy, like a cat scratching it.
"We're leaving anyway, so there's nothing to hide anymore." Destruction's voice remained cold.
God Shura looked around and shared this short memory with the other four God Kings.
“Puff!”
Evil couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, so he pulled away the hand that bound Kindness' mouth, slapped his thigh, and said with great joy: "Good boy, what a bad taste!"
Destruction glanced at the speechless expression of Shura God and laughed secretly in his heart.
It was rare for the God King of Kindness to laugh out loud. The God Realm was boring, but the God King of Death was an interesting one.
Only the God of Life showed a look of reluctance.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Tang San.
With the help of Shura Blood and Fire, he finally restrained his killing intent and gathered all the strength in his body. He said with a grim expression, "Go on."
Asura God reminded: "Restrain your killing intent. If you want revenge, you must become a god!"
"Yes! Tang San will remember it!" Tang San took two deep breaths.
"Next is the divine equipment." Shura was silent for a moment, looking at the overflowing evil thoughts, and quickly took out all of Tang San's soul bones.
The ten thousand year soul bone was rubbish in Fang Ling's eyes, and so was it in the eyes of Shura God. Except for the god-level external soul bone Eight Spider Lance which required a little effort, the others melted instantly.
It is not at all as troublesome as Qian Renxue and Fang Ling’s transformation into their divine costumes.
Supported by strong hatred, Tang San continued to fuse the divine equipment.
…
Fang Ling helped Ice Emperor condense the second soul core and then went to the front line.
There is no need to rush into love between young people, and it would be a waste if you don't accept the soul.
Although he could stay in Douluo Continent for a hundred years, there were not many opportunities to obtain undead spirits on such a large scale.
After he became a god, he could only obtain one million points a year, which was too little.
If you want to save time in your future practice, you can only rely on your faith points.
While waiting quietly, time passes like water.
A few days later, a scarlet beam of light suddenly tore through the clouds, and the sticky murderous aura condensed into a pouring bloody rain.
With a heart full of hatred and rage surging to the extreme, the dark red devil armor came through the air with overwhelming resentment.
The materialized cold murderous aura was lingering, and the divine armor was adorned with a cold glow, the momentum was indeed extraordinary.
Only those dark eyes seemed outrageous no matter how you looked at them.
"Is this thing the pure god of killing, Shura?" Qian Renxue shifted her gaze away from the nearby Xingluo City.
This smell is wrong!
It actually gives the same feeling as my mother's Rakshasa God.
The undead Qian Daoliu was also alarmed and landed next to his granddaughter.
After observing for a long time, he wondered, "Why does this smell of decay and sin feel like your mother's Rakshasa throne?"
"Xiao Ling, tell me."
"Hmm..." Fang Ling groaned for a moment and chuckled, "Maybe I humiliated Tang San too harshly."
"I was deeply involved in his process of becoming a god~."
"Is this even possible?"
Dugu Yan looked surprised.
The other women also showed curious expressions.
At the moment when the sky and the earth changed color and a column of light shot up into the sky, they were teleported out of the Kingdom of Death.
The war of gods is about to begin, and we cannot miss this unique opportunity to watch it.
"Why not?" Fang Ling asked back and explained the whole process in detail.
It made several people laugh.
"What a great 'Fang Ling was here'!" Qian Renxue clapped her hands.
Looking at the blood shadow approaching in the distance, he just looked like a clown.
(End of this chapter)
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