Douluo: My Martial Soul is a Soul Ring

Chapter 481 The gods come, beat Tang San first.

"Xiao Wu! Do you want me to die?"

"Do you know how much my heart hurts?"

Seeing Xiao Wu attacking madly with the sickle, Tang San felt unbearable pain in his heart, with a mournful voice, he kept shouting, trying to make Xiao Wu stop.

"Then do you know how painful it is for me when you killed my mother?"

Xiao Wu gritted her silver teeth, and didn't talk nonsense with Tang San at all. The Rakshasa Scythe in her hand became more and more convenient to use, especially Xiao Wu's soft bone-type melee soul skills, combined with the use of the Scythe, the lethality increased dramatically.

In addition, Xiao Wu frantically launched teleportation skills without hesitating to consume her divine power.

Xiao Wu's is simply a horrible god of death holding a sickle, drawing out strange and gorgeous death arcs, even if Tang San activates the purple magic pupil and ghost shadow fascination, it becomes more and more difficult to resist.

puff! ~~~

There was another muffled sound of a sickle piercing into the body.

Tang San snorted, a row of ribs were directly severed by the sickle.

"Xiao Wu!~~~"

Another line of blood and tears flowed from Tang San's eyes, but his affectionate and mournful voice was exchanged for a colder and more ruthless Demonic Scythe Edge.

"careful!"

Jian Douluo couldn't stand it anymore, Tang San would be hacked to death if this went on.

Sword Douluo swung the Seven Kills Sword in his hand, and slashed at the sickle, wanting to bring Tang San back directly.

"roll!"

Xiao Jiu's face was gloomy, he was watching a good show, how could he tolerate being disturbed, and he just gave Jian Douluo a soul ring and martial soul, turning his nine rings into eight rings.

Then he kicked Jian Douluo's face, with a click, Jian Douluo's nose was directly kicked off, two streams of nosebleeds spewed out, and he hit the ground with his face, plowing a gully on the ground.

"Old Sword!" Bone Douluo exclaimed, and hurried to check on Sword Douluo's injuries, he took a breath when he saw it, and there was another purple-black shoe print on Sword Douluo's face.

"It's so scary. Is this the difference between man and god? Uncle Jian is killed in seconds with one move."

Ning Fengzhi clicked his tongue, Sword Douluo was blessed by the gods, he had already reached the peak of level 99, he didn't expect that in Xiao Jiu's hands he couldn't do a single move.

Jian Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood, and yelled angrily, "The old man is going to kill that brat!"

The sword energy on his body was vertical and horizontal, as if he had cast a killing blow, and the human sword merged into one.

This move can explode all the strength of his body, and then burn the divine power bestowed by the gods. Sword Douluo believes that he can kill the gods with one sword!

"Uncle Jian, be safe and don't be impatient!"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with serious eyes.

Even though Jian Douluo was very angry, if Ning Fengzhi ordered him as the suzerain, he would have to obey. This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the suzerain has supreme authority.

"Sovereign, do you just look at it like this?" Jian Douluo was not reconciled.

"If the gods don't act, we can only die, and I will not do it!"

Ning Fengzhi watched Tang San being slashed and killed by Xiao Wu crazily, calmly, as if it was none of his business at all.

puff! ~~

There was another sound of the sickle cutting into the body.

Tang San's one arm was also cut off, he gasped heavily, his lips were purple, his eye sockets were sunken, like a ghost, "Xiao Wu! Do you really have the heart to let me die?"

"What can't I bear!"

Xiao Wu's eyes were sharp, her body bent in an incredible arc, and the sickle she held slashed at Tang San's head at an even weirder angle.

Tang San had no way to dodge this blow.

Seeing that the sickle was about to pierce through Tang San's head, an arrogant figure descended from the sky, punched the sickle with a fist, and with a bang, sent the sickle and Xiao Wu flying.

Then one figure after another descended, surrounding Tang San, there were eight figures in total, they were exactly the gods where the God of Destruction sat.

The god of pride, the god of emotions, the god of jealousy, the god of greed, the god of gluttony, the god of laziness, the god of anger, the god of lust.

And it was the God of Pride who threw Xiao Wu flying.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, welcome the gods!"

Ning Fengzhi immediately paid respects, and Jian Douluo and others followed suit.

"Welcome to the gods!"

Then, Emperor Xue Ye, Emperor Xingguan, Prince Xue Beng and others all knelt on the ground with ecstatic expressions on their faces, and the gods finally descended.

Xiao Wu was wounded by the power of the god, and the sickle flew out of her hand. She was about to raise the sickle to fight again, but the arrogant god stretched out his hand and sucked the sickle into his hand.

Xiao Jiu hurriedly stopped Xiao Wu, his eyes were extremely excited, and finally waited for the gods to come, and this time there were eight of them.

"Avatar of Martial Soul, halo of war!"

With a wave of Xiao Jiu's hand, five black soul rings appeared at the feet of five of the Eight Gods.

"It turns out that the limit of your war halo is five!" The corner of the arrogant god's mouth raised a hint of disdain.

The corner of Bibi Dong's mouth curled up into a smile, this arrogant fellow opposite is really easy to deceive!

Xiao Jiu stretched out his hand to hold it, and the dark soul ring divine pattern between the brows erupted with divine power, and then five divine lights of black energy shone on the five gods.

"The number one divine skill, speed evil ring!"

"The second divine skill, the evil ring of divine power!"

"The third magical skill, defending against evil rings!"

"Fifth Divine Skill, Power Evil Ring!"

"Sixth Divine Skill, Soul Evil Ring!"

"go to hell!"

The speed of Xiao Jiu's body exploded suddenly, and he punched the arrogant god with one punch.

However, what he didn't expect was that after the eight gods worked together to set up a divine power barrier, they dragged Tang San and ran back.

"Boy, you are getting married today, we will let you enter the bridal chamber first, and we will fight another day!"

The God of Greed laughed out loud, and the Human Gods didn't want to fight Xiao Jiu at all, so they ran away!

After Xiao Jiu smashed the barrier, he looked dazed. He didn't dare to chase, because he was afraid that the enemy would divert the tiger away from the mountain. If he was lured away, and a few gods raided Wuhun City, it would be bad.

"Alright, I'll go back and get married first."

Xiao Jiu chuckled, since it's already here, don't you believe that you won't attack?

"Xiao Wu, let's go back first, Tang San can kill him anytime."

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao Wu nodded, then took Xiao Jiu's arm, and said leisurely: "Xiao Wu is very obedient, go back and marry Brother Jiu."

"No!~~" Tang San roared, how could he let Xiao Jiu go?

He yelled at the eight gods: "Hurry up, kill Xiao Jiu, don't let them enter the city! Xiao Wu can't marry him, Xiao Wu is mine!"

"You have eight gods, and with me there are nine. Are you still afraid of him alone?"

The arrogant god turned cold, raised his hand and slapped Tang San in the face, this slap was so hard that several of Tang San's teeth flew out at that time.

The face directly rubbed the ground and slid, extremely miserable.

Ning Fengzhi and the others were stunned, looking at the eight gods in disbelief, wondering where they belonged?

At this time, I heard the arrogant god say with a look of boredom:

"Tang San, what are you?"

"How dare you order us and question us? Do you think you are my master?"

"What we gave you is yours. How dare you take what we didn't give you? Thunder, rain and dew are all God's grace!"

(End of this chapter)