The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 10 The Magenta Demon
Night falls, and the stars are shining brightly.

Wang Xiaoming was lying on the bed, falling asleep soundly, when suddenly a heavy voice exploded from his head.

"Wang Xiaoming, come here!"

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, then jumped off the bed and fell to the ground, the moment he landed, he didn't make a sound.

Wang Xiaoming's expression was dignified, knowing that the person speaking in his mind must be a strong person, and he seemed to be a bad person.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Tang San and Oscar who were sleeping soundly, pondered for a moment, then quietly crossed the window to where the sound came from.

Although the voice is not far from Wang Xiaoming, Shrek Academy is really too small.

Arriving in the forest outside Shrek, the aura that had been staring at Wang Xiaoming disappeared.

Wang Xiaoming felt something, turned his head abruptly, and a man in black stood in front of him.

"Who are you?" Wang Xiaoming vaguely remembered this episode, but he was too old to remember it.

"Me? Hmph!"

The man in black snorted coldly, and then the man in black stretched out his right hand.

Suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm and turned into a huge artifact. At the same time, nine soul rings quietly appeared on his body.

yellow yellow purple purple black black black black red

"Title Douluo!" Wang Xiaoming couldn't help being astonished, how could there be a Title Douluo coming to this small Shrek Academy.

Even though that Titled Douluo was wearing a black robe, he still had such a terrifying aura, like a wicked dragon with boundless crimes.

Perhaps because of the mercy of the man in black, Wang Xiaoming could barely bear the pressure.

Looking at the giant hammer in the hands of the man in black, Wang Xiaoming's mind flickered suddenly, and suddenly he remembered the message of the man in black.

"You are Haotian Douluo Tang Hao." Wang Xiaoming frowned slightly.

"Oh? You know me?" The man in black, no, Tang Hao looked at Wang Xiaoming with interest.

Tang Hao never expected that he would be recognized by a child after hiding himself for so many years.

"Of course, fighting against everyone in the Hall of Spirits alone, killing the previous Pope, and being able to retreat peacefully, this legend is something that only you, Haotian Douluo, can do." Wang Xiaoming said respectfully.

Wang Xiaoming didn't dare to be careless, a titled Douluo didn't come from a steady state, but climbed up by stepping on the bones of countless strong men.

Wang Xiaoming has a deep understanding of this point. After all, in order to advance to the fortieth level, he is fighting with his life and accumulating blood.

"Hehe, don't say these polite words, I'm here to warn you." Tang Hao never took this kind of thing, let alone being a Titled Douluo now, his heart is like a mirror, and he can tell the truth at a glance.

"Warning me? Is it because of Tang San?" After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, he quickly covered his mouth, his eyes were as big as copper bells.

"I don't remember telling you about my son."

A powerful coercion hit, and Wang Xiaoming couldn't breathe immediately, which was a bit stronger than Gu Rong's coercion at that time.

Wang Xiaoming was speechless and could only resist silently.

Tang Hao snorted coldly and said, "Boy, I don't want to kill people now, otherwise you will already be the dead soul I hammered down."

Tang Hao withdrew the coercion, and Wang Xiaoming panted heavily, as if he had passed through a gate of hell.

"I don't know how you know, and I won't pursue it anymore, but you can't have any ambitions for Tang San, and you must help Tang San when he is in trouble."

The reason why Tang Hao said this was because he liked Wang Xiaoming's talent. Wang Xiaoming also understood, and immediately nodded his head in agreement.

Immediately Tang Hao disappeared, and Wang Xiaoming fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to calm down for a long time.

When the night got darker, Wang Xiaoming's eye sockets couldn't help getting wet, not because of Taotie's pain, but because he hated his own strength for being too weak.

Wang Xiaoming remembered a sentence from his previous life, a genius who has not grown up is not a genius, only a genius who survives to the end is a real genius.

"Not only do I want to live to the end, I also want to become the strongest, become a monster, no, become a devil!" Wang Xiaoming swore to himself.

Suddenly, a purple-gold badge fell out of Wang Xiaoming's chest.

Wang Xiaoming picked up the purple-gold badge and held it tightly. The tears in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by endless fighting spirit.

The leisurely life for nearly a year has made him forget his identity. He is a magenta devil and the terminator of the fighting spirit field.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes revealed memories. In order to upgrade, he chose the best place to hone himself, the fairest spirit fighting field in the legend.

There, Wang Xiaoming saw powerful enemies and dark bloody storms. From the pink devil in the mouth of the people at the beginning to the magenta devil, it can be described as twists and turns.

"I really miss it!" Wang Xiaoming sighed, took back his badge, and walked resolutely to the Suotuo Great Soul Arena.

……

Although it was night, the Soul Arena was still full of people and voices.

"Hey, kid, this is not a place for you to come." A strong man who seemed to be drunk saw a man in magenta clothes and a magenta mask coming to the Soul Arena.

Although the whole is basically covered with magenta, the slight delicateness still exudes some.

"Arrange a solo battle for me." The magenta boy walked directly to the front desk without looking at the drunk man, and handed the purple gold fighting spirit badge to the lady at the front desk.

It was Wang Xiaoming who came, but after changing his clothes, his demeanor was completely different.

When the waiter at the front desk saw the Zijin Fighting Soul badge, he almost cried out, then immediately covered his mouth, quickly took the badge, and lowered his head to identify it, not daring to look at Wang Xiaoming during the process.

"Hey, let me tell you, are you deaf? I'm talking to you, hiccup~" The drunk man came to Wang Xiaoming's side, grabbed Wang Xiaoming's shoulder, and squeezed it hard unconsciously.

Although the drunk man's strength is great, with the power of a great soul master, but Wang Xiaoming didn't even frown, and said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

"Hehe, you're quite sensible, I won't make things difficult for you, as long as you follow me to a good place, I will let you go." The drunk man showed an idiot on his face.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming was not angry, and gently grabbed the drunk man's hand. The drunk man thought that Wang Xiaoming obeyed, so he grabbed Wang Xiaoming with the other hand.

Click!

At the same time as there was a clear sound, a drunk man was also thrown to the ground.

The drunk man's hand, no, if it was still a hand, his arm was also soaked in blood, his bones were faintly exposed, and his head was also bent and his neck was bent by a huge force.

The drunk man woke up instantly, the pain reaching his brain made him want to cry out, but even his respiratory system was damaged, not to mention his vocalization.

"Welcome the magenta demon, the owner of the Purple Gold Fighting Soul Badge, to the Suotuo Great Spirit Fighting Arena!"

The lady at the front desk yelled out in her sonorous high-pitched voice, sweat dripping from her head.

She only knew from her seniors how terrifying the holder of the Purple Gold Fighting Soul Badge was, but now she actually saw a soul master at the level of a soul master being knocked out with one hand.

With trembling hands, she handed the matching battle information to Wang Xiaoming, and Wang Xiaoming took it, and then said lightly: "I will deal with it later."

(End of this chapter)