Chapter 379: Continue Your Performance (4200)
After the trembling comes deep thought.
Looking at Fang Ling who did not pursue the victory, and feeling the fading fighting spirit, he had only one thought in his mind: "This can't go on!"
His mind raced, facing Fang Ling's gaze as calm as a deep pool, Tang San's knuckles turned blue and white from excessive force, silently giving way to the suppressed hatred.
The murderous intent brought about by these resentments can have a stimulating effect. Although it will suppress the exertion of strength, it can effectively offset the unspeakable fear.
This is the only way! If the fighting spirit in my heart is overwhelmed by Fang Ling, then everything will be over! Compared with the painful price, a temporary weakening of strength is nothing.
Tang San was aware enough and never considered the option of surrender.
"It is better to die in glory than to live in disgrace!"
These eight words penetrated his soul and circulated in his heart.
He was ready to fight to the death, his eyes were extremely determined.
"Are you ready? Why are you so slow?" Fang Ling tapped the sickle handle carelessly with his fingertips, and suddenly spoke, his cold words reaching Tang San's ears.
Tang San did not reply. Unveiling the seal of Asura God's resentment meant that he had no way out.
Even if it is just a small opening, the seal will eventually collapse under the impact of the flowing water of resentment.
By then, the laws will be restricted, the divine throne will be imprisoned, and the display of strength will be severely limited.
Having taken a series of measures to boost his spirits did not mean that he was capable of resisting.
The only solution now is to fight to the death! Tang San's heartstrings were stretched to the extreme, and an extremely dazzling black and red spirit ring configuration appeared on his body.
Of course, with Fang Lingzhuyu in front, the spirit ring of Shura God Tang San is really too embarrassing.
The last one to emerge was a dark red-gold Shura God Ring that was much larger than the other soul rings, as if it were real and seemed to be made up of pure murderous aura.
"The Shura Blood Sword is the final ultimate move. Fang Ling is still giving me a chance, so let's try the Explosive Ring first!" Tang San made up his mind.
"Come on." Fang Ling waved at him, "Let me see what other tricks you can come up with."
If you look a little more seriously, the God King's artifact, the Scythe of Death, which is more vivid than the Shura Demon Sword, appears in your hand.
Along with it appeared ten dazzling spirit rings!
The first four golden patterns on a red background are all powerful soul rings that are hundreds of thousands of years old. There is also a hazy gray-gold halo, as if they are soaked in divine power.
This is the characteristic of the deification of soul skills. It is tainted with the power of God and its power has increased by more than one level compared to before. It is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary soul masters.
However, these four top-notch spirit rings that exude a wild and ancient aura and are difficult for ordinary people to bear seem too insignificant compared to the ones that come later.
The last six were all divine rings! Five of them were grey-gold divine rings, and the eighth one was the most special, a dazzling space-time divine ring that blended gold, silver and black.
Divine rings appeared together, and they did not look like things from this world.
"..." In the Wuhun Empire, Qian Renxue was shocked beyond words.
After becoming a god, she could more deeply appreciate the value of these six divine rings.
There is only one of her Sun Angel God!
At this moment, a figure covered in armor shining with dark purple light appeared beside her.
A strong and dense evil aura lingered around his body, and four huge sickles extended from both sides of his back.
His face was covered by a dark golden mask, seemingly too shameful to be seen.
The person who came was Bibi Dong who successfully inherited the throne of Rakshasa.
She became a deity without much fanfare. After all, after inheriting the legacy of Rakshasa, her face turned purple and her appearance was hideous, she was really ugly.
If they were to publicize their deification like Fang Ling and his daughter did, revealing their ugly faces to the world, Bibi Dong would not be able to accept it.
"Mother?" Qian Renxue's eyes became less alert. Noticing the mask, she asked in a voice transmission, "Can your appearance... be restored?"
Bibi Dong glanced at her daughter, hesitated for a moment and replied: "...It will take time."
Just like undergoing the tempering of Rakshasa's divine power when inheriting the throne, all you need to do is to master the laws perfectly, but this cannot be done in a short period of time.
"Greetings to His Majesty the Pope! Congratulations to His Majesty on becoming a god!" The titles of the Spirit Hall all saluted.
“Well, let’s continue watching the war of gods.” Bibi Dong nodded slightly and looked up into the sky.
The battle between gods is a rare opportunity for ordinary soul masters. They may be able to comprehend something from the dissipated fluctuations.
The same is true for her, the newly promoted Rakshasa God.
Shura is the absolute nemesis of Rakshasa God, while Fang Ling is on the absolutely powerful side. His aura is as deep as the sea, which even makes Bibi Dong doubt that she has not become a god.
Four hundred thousand year soul rings with red background and golden patterns which are who knows how many tens of thousands of years old, and six divine rings.
How is this possible?
Even the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong was speechlessly shocked, and the Xing Luo Empire was naturally no exception.
Yu Xiaogang, with an old face, gray hair and a emaciated figure, watched the fight with a cane.
The moment he saw Fang Ling’s soul ring configuration, his heart almost jumped out of his chest with anger.
"Xiao San! Xiao San!"
He raised his head and shouted, his body seemed to have lost strength, leaning on Liu Erlong, his cloudy pupils reflecting the strange scene in the sky.
It seemed as if it had lost its response to the outside world, but its eyes were still focused on the sky.
Yu Xiaogang couldn't see the details clearly, he could only sense the extremely obvious momentum, or the powerful energy, or the strength of the laws that spread between heaven and earth.
After the spirit rings of both sides appeared, Tang San was clearly at a disadvantage! The only bit of pride in Yu Xiaogang's heart because of Tang San's godhood turned into a thick haze that enveloped his heart.
His skinny palm tightly gripped Liu Erlong's thigh, and his broken nails mixed with black blood flowed.
Yu Xiaogang was breathing rapidly, as if he was about to die at any moment.
"Xiaogang...Ah~!" Bibi Dong sighed in her heart.
This image was far different from the high-spirited man in her memory, and he was not even as good as him during the Soul Master Competition! "Xiao Gang, don't scare me!" Liu Erlong hurriedly patted his back and quickly summoned a healing soul master to treat him, which temporarily stabilized his condition.
However, the healing soul master was only releasing his soul skills in a trance.
Anyone can see that Tang San is weak. Xingluo has resisted for a long time, but in the end, the building is about to collapse! Tang Xiao put his hand on the city wall, unconsciously exerting force, and crushed it into powder in an instant.
Thinking of the foundation of Haotian Sect, he couldn't help but feel sad.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Tang San's eyes were filled with horror! A hundred thousand year spirit ring would be fine, but how could there be so many divine rings!
The energy required is so vast that even the inheritance of the gods can only create one divine ring! How is it possible for Fang Ling to become a god himself?
"The vision of the weak!" Fang Ling snorted and hooked his hand gently, "Come on, the explosive ring! Or a hidden weapon?"
"Like when you were fighting in the illusion, Bodhi Blood? I remember it was called this name."
Being touched on a sore spot, Tang San's face was grim: "Asshole! Die!"
Boom! Facing Fang Ling's attitude of never being serious from beginning to end, and the situation of being crushed to death like an insignificant bug, Tang San exploded.
Around his body, the ten soul rings, including the god-level soul core, were all shattered in an instant.
Endless energy exploded like a volcano. As a super artifact, the Shura Demon Sword had enough carrying capacity to accommodate all the power without any omission.
The death energy that would end all things was repelled by the fierce murderous aura on the sword.
The blood and energy turned into an evil dragon, flowing uncontrollably in all directions.
A slash that seemed to be able to cut through the sky and the earth flew out from the sword, and a black line faintly appeared in the sky, and this was just the aftermath of this attack.
The Shura Demon Sword flashed a bright red light, and then turned as black as ink after the soul ring energy poured in.
Tang San almost went all out!
Fang Ling's eyes lit up. The power of this attack was quite powerful!
Even a god of the same level would not dare to take the challenge rashly.
To show respect, and because this might be one of the few moves of Tang San that could arouse people's interest, Fang Ling held the sickle with both hands.
On the sharp sickle blade that can cut off everything, the divine mind and the divine soul are blended.
With the help of the fusion characteristics given to the Death Armor by the torso soul bone, time and space, destiny, and the death attribute that the Death Scythe already possesses, all converge and merge!
"Fang Ling, do you dare to take my move?" Tang San used a very cheap method of provoking the opponent. His divine sense with limited output power locked onto Fang Ling, preventing his teleportation spirit skill from making this hopeful move fail.
In fact, Fang Ling didn’t even think about hiding.
He stood still in mid-air, facing Tang San's attack head-on.
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When the incomparably pure Shura divine power and the divine power of death at the end of the world collided with each other, a huge shock wave that had never been heard of or seen by the world appeared in the sky.
A violent wave of air erupted in an instant, centered on the point before the two people collided.
The laws between heaven and earth corresponded, and the world was split into countless abysses of nothingness.
The space cracks opened and closed, and the two energies continued to surge.
A powerful and rapid pressure was transmitted to the ground. The Wuhun Empire was fortunate to have Qian Renxue's protection, but the Xingluo Empire suffered greatly.
A peak Douluo could barely resist the aftermath of this collision, but the Xing Luo Empire was already weak, so how many people of this level were there?
Only Tang Xiao is level 97!
The rest, including the Titled Douluo, were unable to resist and could only fall to the ground dejectedly.
The Xingluo Emperor and Queen used their martial soul fusion technique, Netherworld White Tiger, to try to struggle.
However, it was in vain.
The fusion technique disintegrated the moment it was completed, and he fell to his knees with a pale face, feeling completely hopeless.
I seemed to hear a crisp sound of shattering in my ears, and the aftermath of the war between gods broke the last backbone of the Xingluo royal family.
The one who performed the worst was actually Yu Xiaogang.
When the pressure came, the three members of the Golden Iron Triangle used the long-lost Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Technique.
"The sun and the moon shine brightly, gold..."
He was still reciting the words when the shock wave arrived and shattered the formation of the three people with a slap.
If Tang Xiao hadn't helped him a little out of Xiao San's kindness, Yu Xiaogang, whose half of his body was about to be buried in the ground, would have been crushed to death by the aftermath of Tang San's attack! But even so, he was crushed to the point of spitting blood from his mouth, looking like he was dying.
"Healing soul master! Healing soul master!" Liu Erlong roared loudly with difficulty, but no one responded.
She is a Soul Douluo with a True Dragon Martial Spirit, so she could barely withstand the pressure and say a few words.
There is no Title Douluo-level healing soul master in the Xingluo Empire! There are very few healing soul saints in the entire continent, not to mention the healing title Ye Lingling and the healing soul Douluo Ye Renxin! And both of them are on the side of the Wuhun Empire.
In the sky, the impact finally came to an end.
Fang Ling ignored the aftermath, and the Death God Armor even swallowed up all the scattered Shura power and used it as an attack return.
He had a smile on his face, his breath was as strong as ever, and he was in excellent condition.
But Tang San suffered a great loss.
Unable to withstand Fang Ling's powerful force without moral principles, it turned into a blood-red meteor and flew straight into the sky.
When he appeared again, the eight wings on his back had peeled off one by one, his divine armor had shattered, and his body was covered with cracks.
The spikes of the hideous and terrifying Shura God Armor that were covered with spikes were worn away, and the power of death eroded it, dyeing it a layer of gray-gold.
Tang San's mind swept over the indelible gray-gold death power on his body, and after a long silence, he sighed: "Fang Ling, you are very strong."
"You became a god through faith, and you did not inherit the throne, but you should also be a god king."
"I'm not as good as you."
Fang Ling: "I know, is this your last words?"
"..." Dark light surged in Tang San's eyes, and it took a while to suppress it, "I am not worthy of your eyes, but I still have a martial soul and nine spirit rings!"
A strange red-gold grass appeared in his hand.
"I have five hundred thousand year spirit rings and four ten thousand year spirit rings, all of which are spirit rings after being deified!"
"Fang Ling, you claim to be the best fighter in the world, do you dare to bet with me?"
"I never said I was the best fighter in the world." Fang Ling retorted with a strange expression, "...bet?"
Yu Xiaogang wanted to bet with me before, and now you are here again? Tang San, how come he looks more and more like a person who lives a simple life? In an emergency, he wants to bet on the fate of the country, right?
Gamblers will not die well!
"That's right! Since you regard me as a stepping stone and allow me to become a god, don't you dare?"
"As long as you take two of my moves, I will be willing to be killed!"
Tang San continued to provoke him with words, his eyes lowered, and he tried his best to focus his thoughts.
"Haha, provoking me is useless, but I do want to see your fighting ability." His eyes moved slightly, and Fang Ling hooked his little finger at him, "Come on!"
The sea of divine thoughts stirred up waves, and Tang San's spirit was instantly lifted to the extreme: "Then you take it!"
His expression became very pious, and in a moment all of the Blood Silver Emperor's soul rings exploded.
The red light was turned back to himself, and at the same time, with a "puff" sound, Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood.
This is the essence and blood of God, and the energy contained in it cannot be underestimated.
His right hand, which had turned jade-colored, was wiped in the blood, and a strange scene happened. The blood became clear, but the blood color remained.
The power of the nine soul rings exploding is not something that ordinary water elements can bear. Only water elements that have been imbued with the power of Shura can do it.
The red-gold light suddenly shrank, and Tang San gave people the feeling that he had turned into a big hand. Blood gushed out from all over his body, and three blood-colored mist flowers condensed above his head.
He waved his right hand, and using the drop of water as a guide, he completely shrank the blood mist, and the color of the blood-colored water drop became richer.
"This is the first time I use this skill in this world." Tang San closed his eyes, and his whole body was immersed in blood.
Calling upon the undead computing power and fully activating the perception, in Fang Ling's eyes, he saw Tang San's fingertips move slightly, and the blood bead quietly disappeared in his palm.
"The Tang Sect is number one, Guanyin has tears!" Tang San whispered.
This skill is extremely concentrated and its power is not obvious, but it contains the essence of Shura's power and is almost as strong as a third-level god.
There was a violent collision between the blood-colored bead and the Death God's Armor, but unfortunately, in the end, it only created a dent before disappearing into thin air.
"It's a powerful compression skill." Fang Ling nodded, and with a touch of his finger on the divine equipment, the dent was immediately repaired, "Continue your performance."
Tang San sighed softly, stunned and speechless.
(End of this chapter)
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