Chapter 378 Tang San's Tremor (4000)
Tang San's control over space is basically non-existent; he cannot move around as freely as Fang Ling.
In order to avoid getting lost in the endless void, one can only return to the mainland through several exits of the City of Slaughter.
Tang San took the passage closer to the Star Luo Empire.
He used his divine sense to detect the situation in the world and quickly headed towards the capital city of Xingluo, the place of the most tenacious resistance of the Xingluo Empire.
Above Xingluo City, a blood-red rainbow stopped under everyone's gaze.
When the light faded, one could see that the newcomer's eyes were mostly red, and on his divine armor that was covered with spikes, the divine patterns of killing were extremely complex.
In his hand he held a huge blood-red sword that shone with a cold light.
Eight scarlet wings behind him were flapping constantly. These were the Eight Wings of Shura transformed from the god-level soul bone Eight Spider Lance.
The liquid blood is too viscous and flows irregularly, appearing a bit hideous and bloody, giving people a sense of brutality, terror, and fear.
The moment Tang San arrived, a circle of black and red light accompanied by fierce murderous aura spread out.
He directly activated the Shura Divine Realm, his eyes were fiery and his gaze was fixed on Fang Ling.
As soon as he appeared, he showed an arrogant attitude, intending to overwhelm everything with his absolute momentum and wipe out all the troops and soul masters of the Wuhun Empire.
"That's a lack of martial ethics, Tang San." Fang Ling saw through his sinister intentions.
The gleam in his eyes flickered, and the gray-gold light of death spread out, transforming the blood tiger that had condensed into a Rakshasa into bloody spikes, blocking the murderous aura like a sharp sword blade.
At the same time, the glaring malice was also blocked.
"If I'm not mistaken, you inherited the pure Shura Godhood?" Fang Ling pretended to be puzzled, "Then what is this black thing?"
The grey mist condensed into a hand, broke it apart, and then restrained a wisp of the spinning and jumping black mist.
The black fog is not fog, but the embodiment of Tang San’s hatred, which is totally incompatible with the Shura God position.
"This will greatly affect the performance of Shura's position! How unwise is that?"
Fang Ling was obviously mocking.
“Asshole!” Tang San scolded, trying to use the Shura Divine Realm and the Death Divine Realm that Fang Ling attacked to fight back.
But he had just become a priest, and his divine realm had just reached Level 10.
If the Divine King's Laws are fully blessed, it can be upgraded to Lv11.
Unfortunately, hatred dragged him down, binding him like an iron chain, and he could not fully display the power of the laws released by the divine position, and his might was greatly reduced.
Resist Qian Renxue's Sun God Domain, but how can you stop Fang Ling's Lv11 Death God Domain? Under the expectant eyes of countless people in the Xingluo Empire, the blood-colored light was almost crushed the moment it collided with the gray-gold light.
The light was like the light in Tang San's eyes, flickering, and looked like it was about to collapse.
"How could we end up with such a crushing defeat?" He looked horrified.
The divine headband on his forehead continued to shine, and divine thoughts and divine power poured out like a waterfall at the same time, and it took a lot of effort to stop the shaky situation.
Even so, the Shura Divine Realm was forcibly compressed to one tenth of its original size.
If it weren't for the surge in his spiritual power after becoming a god that allowed him to control his facial expression, he would have probably made a fool of himself.
Tang San didn't care, his thoughts raced.
"Not bad, Tang San." Fang Ling praised.
For him, it was just a matter of using the Lv11 domain to crush the Lv10 domain.
A handy thing.
It's amazing that Tang San can withstand it.
Although you are unable to fully utilize the laws of the divine throne, you still have such ability and talent. You deserve to enter my kingdom of the dead.
Tang San doesn't care, the Star Luo Empire is above.
When the red light dissipated, they were stunned for a moment.
Including Tang San’s closest uncle Tang Xiao, the leader of the Haotian Sect, Yu Xiaogang who is about to die with three-quarters of his body already buried in the ground, his aunt Tang Yuehua who has a gentle temperament and haggard face, and the Xingluo Empire’s crown prince Dai Mubai, etc.
Everyone's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
Tang San's performance looked like he was about to lose.
Isn't he the God King?
Isn’t Asura God the king of gods?
The people of the Star Luo Empire, who have been holding on until now with great enthusiasm and only hope that Tang San will turn the situation around, are almost suffocating.
Their knees suddenly went weak, as if a sharp knife had suddenly pierced their livers, and waves of a sense of impending death permeated their helpless hearts.
"Fang Ling, don't be so complacent! You just took advantage of my early deification, how dare you act violently here?" Tang San hypnotized himself in his heart, as long as he could defeat Fang Ling, it would be fine.
Then he said viciously.
"The strength of a domain doesn't mean anything. Everything should be determined by combat power!"
"Well said!" Fang Ling praised, looking at Tang San who was always ready to attack, "In this world, fists are the hard truth."
Glancing at Ah Yin who wanted to witness Tang San's death after transforming, his tone was particularly emotional.
"I waited so long for you to become a god. It's really too slow!"
"Seeing that you have a deep hatred for me and a murderous intent, then use all your strength to please me!"
What Tang San could not tolerate the most was Fang Ling's always condescending attitude and bossy look.
It was like this before he became a god, there is no doubt about it, he couldn't be defeated even then.
However, after becoming a god, if you are still like this, then I became a god in vain? "Fang Ling, I have become a god!" Tang San's murderous voice echoed in the sky.
At the same time, he quickly read through all the skills inherited in his mind.
He didn't have time to chat with Fang Ling. Driven by hatred, he wanted to take action at any time.
This is just a stopgap measure now, temporarily relaxing Fang Ling's vigilance and preparing for a sneak attack.
"I know, I know. No need to emphasize it like a naughty child." Fang Ling coaxed him like a child, taking in all the energy changes in Tang San's body.
This is one of the few opportunities for Tang San to show off.
With a 100% chance of winning and a series of shameless skills, Fang Ling knows all of Tang San's cards and doesn't care about the weak's powerless whining.
"You deserve to die, Fang Ling!" Tang San was so angry at this nonchalant attitude that his Three Corpse Gods jumped into a rage.
Am I such a rubbish that I am totally unworthy of your eyes?
I can’t wait any longer, not even a moment longer!
The way the dog talks is really infuriating.
Having already mastered the skills that a Shura God should have, it was just right to try out Fang Ling! In his rage, Tang San's spirit was shaken violently, and his pair of pupils that seemed neither black nor red burst into an evil divine light.
In an instant, the dark red eyes shot out two jets of hatred as black as ink.
Driven by divine thoughts, the mental shock is mixed with strong emotions that can only be born from gods. It starts with zero frame when the enemy is caught off guard, which is a sure kill for anyone below the level of gods.
"What a powerful force!" In the Wuhun Empire, the dead spirit Qian Daoliu couldn't help but sigh.
Anyone who has cultivated to the Titled Douluo level is terrified by this.
The energy of Tang San's mental shock was directed directly at Fang Ling, but just the little bit of breath that leaked out was enough to make people fall into an illusion of being cut into pieces and a bloody storm.
The hatred weakened Tang San's hold on the Shura God's throne, but it also enchanted his divine consciousness.
If Qian Renxue hadn't released the sun's holy light in time to purify it, all the spectators from the Wuhun Empire would have suffered badly.
"Be careful!" someone exclaimed.
"You don't have to worry about your husband!" Qian Renxue watched the attack carefully and curled her lips in disdain.
Amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he commented: "It looks impressive, but in reality, it's just so-so."
"This move should not be inherited from the Shura God, but originated from the head soul bone skill, which is subject to great limitations!"
God’s vision is different from that of ordinary people. He has insight into the world and everything. He can understand more from a high vantage point.
Tang San's move is essentially an improvement on the head soul bone skill Spirit Fire.
One needs to concentrate and use the mistakenly evolved Purple Demon Eye to release a mental shock with doubled power.
Qian Renxue opened her red lips and said, "Gods have divine armor, and the head soul bone that makes up one of Tang San's Shura divine armor, judging from the strength and burst energy of this skill, it should be just an ordinary ten thousand year soul bone."
"For ordinary soul masters, using divine consciousness to suppress can be considered a sure kill, but my husband's strength is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."
That is, the skills and control are sufficient, but the burst is too weak. It is okay to bully newbies, but is garbage against people of the same level.
"How does it compare to you?" Dugu Yan asked.
"I'm not in good spirits and I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat Tang San in overall strength." Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes and spoke without reservation.
Tang San was weakened again. The laws are all the laws of the God King, and the Sun Angel God is still lacking in terms of laws.
You can fight and won't be killed instantly, but it's difficult to win.
If Tang San uses the Divine Ring to explode the ring, Qian Renxue will definitely not be able to defeat him.
As for Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God, there is no need to say that he is naturally nemesis.
Even if Tang San is so weak, Rakshasa God will definitely be defeated.
Maybe they and their daughter Qian Renxue could fight against Tang San in a two-on-one fight?
In the azure sky, looking at the menacing mental shock, a scornful smile flashed across Fang Ling's lips, and his eyes also emitted a fierce shock that was condensed to the extreme.
With the blessing of a million-year head soul bone and several million-year soul rings, plus the countless undead spirits that are undergoing transformation in the Kingdom of the Dead.
His current mental power is undoubtedly the strongest, and no one can compete with him in terms of spiritual power! The Silver Dragon King is a soul beast and an antique from the old times, so he cannot be counted.
The red and black overlapping light of resentment and the gray-gold light collided violently, and Tang San's performance was very unbearable. He didn't even have a moment to resist. The black and red intertwined divine thought impact was directly penetrated by Fang Ling's powerful divine thought! The annihilation impact was as fast as thunder, and hit his forehead head-on with an absolute speed that Tang San couldn't react to.
Boom! In an instant, Tang San's brain roared, and his spiritual sea shook violently.
Amidst the intense tearing pain, he vaguely heard a sound of breaking.
"How is that possible?"
This was the only thought left in my mind.
His consciousness was scattered and seemed to explode directly. Tang San almost died on the spot by having his head exploded by the impact of a divine thought.
When he woke up, his mind was blank, as if he was in a state of chaos and nothingness, as if everything in the world was just an illusion and everything around him was extremely unreal.
Once again recalling the illusion he experienced when accepting the inheritance of the divine throne, an unprecedented fear seized his mind, and Tang San struggled hard in fear.
He has already become a god, how could he still be trapped in such an illusion!
Could it be that Fang Ling would torture him like a dead dog again? His consciousness suddenly shrank, and Tang San woke up, his mind instantly sweeping across his sea of spirituality.
There was no sign of rupture, only the waves of his spiritual thoughts were rising and falling slightly.
It turns out it was just an illusion.
The tension in his heart eased a little, and only a moment passed. Staring at Fang Ling, who was smiling, Tang San clenched the Shura Demon Sword in his hand, his face solemn: "That little trick is quite powerful."
“Come again!”
With a loud shout, Tang San transformed into a cold rainbow light and rushed straight towards Fang Ling.
The bloody murderous aura rose into the sky, and unparalleled murderous intent gushed out.
However, the Shura God position is not stronger than mental power, and Tang San's strategy of seizing the initiative through mental power was interrupted.
However, he had killed so many people and was good at fighting, so he would not pin all his hopes on this move. He already had other plans in mind.
The magic sword was emitting a sharp murderous aura, and it cut through the space with force.
Tang San brandished the giant sword, moving forward courageously and never retreating, and he actually cut through the death aura that was attacking him head-on.
With a long roar, a red light suddenly rose up into the sky, dyeing the sky blood red.
People seemed to be surrounded by a sea of blood and corpses, filled with solemnity and coldness.
"Good momentum." Fang Ling stood with his hands behind his back and finally used the Death Armor.
Raise one hand calmly.
Ding! The magic sword wanted to cut Fang Ling in half, but under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fang Ling easily resisted the attack of the magic sword.
The sharp sword energy, the surging murderous intent, Tang San's resentment, everything quietly withered away in the face of absolute death.
Fang Ling clasped his hands together, gripped the sword blade, and did not retreat at all.
"Your attack power is acceptable, but it's a pity that your resentment has hindered your performance."
Tang San's pupils suddenly shrank: "This can't be called a full-strength attack, but it also used half of my strength. How could it be so easy to catch it?"
The muscles were tense, the power from the divine body burst out with all its might, and a huge force of up to one million pounds was released from every muscle.
He wanted to draw the sword in his hand, but found that it did not move at all.
Tang San's strength was only one million, not even as strong as Fang Ling's before he became a god! Not to mention the three million jin when he became a god.
Now, nearly seven million faith points are all invested in the soul ring. The extremely strong attribute bonus has allowed Fang Ling's strength to break the five million mark.
Although the level of Heaven and Earth Force is low, it is still useful to gods. This is why the Silver Dragon King can recuperate in Douluo Continent.
The divine ring and divine bone laid a solid foundation for Fang Ling, far reaching his limit.
As it continues to absorb the elemental energy of heaven and earth from the endless void, it is even transforming towards six million kilograms!
Tang San was stunned. He tried to pull out the ball again, but couldn't.
He didn't believe it and grasped the hilt of the sword with his other hand.
The million-strong force was used at full strength again, and the divine power suddenly exploded, pulling back fiercely.
Fang Ling smiled indifferently and deliberately let go of his hand the moment he exerted force.
Tang San was caught off guard and was blasted out by the Shura Demon Sword like a cannonball, which crashed into a section of the Xingluo City wall with a "bang".
"Damn it!" He coughed twice and used his divine power to clear away the ashes that were pouring into his body, mouth and nose.
He flew in front of Fang Ling again, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to have diminished a lot.
After being beaten by reality, Tang San realized his current strength.
You must use all your strength to resist any attack from the opponent, your force is absolutely irresistible.
The divine body and divine consciousness are strong enough, so how could the divine power be low? The eight wings behind him fluttered meaninglessly, and his face looked extremely ugly.
The experience in the illusion where no matter how you try to hide, confront, or even run away, you ultimately cannot escape is so similar to the present.
I have become a god!
Becoming the Asura God King! Tang San didn't dare to think deeply, he shuddered with fear and powerlessness.
(End of this chapter)
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