People are Douluo, breath becomes God

In the imperial capital of the dynasty, the devil's tree has roots and branches spreading hundreds of miles.

Zhu Zhuqing held the Netherworld Divine Spear and shattered a branch with one shot, protecting the people behind him from retreating.

Not far away, Bo Saixi held the Poseidon Trident, wielding the Poseidon's power without reservation, resisting most of Demon Chun's attacks.

Among the huge retreating team, Bibi Dong was still injured and could not even exert her demigod power, so she could only retreat with the others.

After touching Xiao Qianqian's tender face, Hu Liena looked at Bibi Dong and suggested, "Teacher, it's too dangerous here. You take Xiao Qianqian to find Jiuxian."

Seeing Bibi Dong frowning, she quickly explained: "Even Qingqing and Bo Saixi can't handle this strange giant magic tree. If we don't invite Jiu Xian, I'm afraid the dynasty will have problems over time!"

"Okay, I get it!" After saying that, Bibi Dong hugged Xiao Qianqian, spread out six purple wings behind her, as thin as cicada wings, and flew away quickly.

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"Hey, Rakshasa Divine Mind, I finally found it!" The young man in black walked slowly towards the palace of the King of Slaughter.

Outside the palace, the guards in black and bright armor were all in uniform. With a two-meter-long black halberd thrust out, they stopped the young man in black who was strolling by, biting the roots of grass.

Pooh!After spitting out the grass roots in his mouth, the young man in black smiled slightly, and a long sword in his right hand condensed instantly.

The tall and mighty guard captain had three deep scars on his face.

He walked to the front of the team and stood proudly in the middle of the road. He yelled loudly: "Ahead is the palace of the King of Slaughter. The rest of the people are waiting to retreat quickly!"

"Retreat?" The young man in black sneered.

With a wave of the long sword in his hand.

There was a scoff, and a fourth scar appeared on the guard captain's face, which was deep enough to see the bones, and blood spurted out.

Plop!He fell to the ground and... died.

The young man in black took two steps forward, kicked away the body of the guard captain, and said coldly: "Haha, I finally found it, you tell me to retreat?!"

The guard captain was beheaded by the attacker with one blow. The entire guard team was immediately in chaos. Some people wanted to escape, but they were afraid of the King of Slaughter and did not dare to take a step. They could only stand there with their big halberds held out.

puff!puff!

The young man in black killed the two halberd guards with every step he took, so that he walked all the way without feeling any hindrance.

The guard team was frightened out of their wits, and someone finally couldn't bear it anymore. He screamed twice, threw away the big halberd in his hand, turned around and fled towards the palace of the King of Slaughter.

As soon as the man's leg entered the palace, he heard a thud and his body was cut into two pieces by a bloody long sword.

Three feet of blood spattered.

Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter, walked out of the palace with slow steps. His body was covered in hazy blood. Only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed outside the hazy blood, giving people a thrilling feeling.

The young man in black stared closely at the hazy blood, with a faint smile on his lips: "That Rakshasa god is a real dog, and he actually hid the Rakshasa spirit in the body of the soul beast."

"This guy's body... is parasitized by the blood-red nine-headed bat king."

"What the hell, I, the inheritor, am really useless. Was I blind at first and chose such a thing!"

"That's not right. His talent back then... was indeed the best in hundreds of years."

"Look now, this body and this soul have been completely eroded into shape. If I don't come, this body will collapse soon, and the soul will also disintegrate."

The young man in black chattered for a long time.

At this time, the King of Slaughter came to the young man in black with red eyes and a blood-red sword.

The guards were excited.

The King of Slaughter has personally taken action. Let’s see how you, a bastard, die!

Pfft!

The King of Slaughter knelt on his knees, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at his great faith, his eyes full of excitement and desire.

The guards were stunned.

What's going on?The King of Slaughter is on his knees!Really kneel down!

The young man in black raised his right hand, placed it on Tang Chen's head, and pressed down slightly.

There was a click, and two medium-sized dimples appeared under Tang Chen's knees, and his body sank suddenly.

puff!

Tang Chen spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Just as he was about to spray onto the trousers of the young man in black, he was blocked by a magical force and bounced back, smearing his own face.

The young man in black raised his right hand, as if he wanted to pull something terrible out of Tang Chen's body.

"Ahhh!"

Tang Chen screamed miserably and his body shook like a sieve, which showed how much pain he was in.

Seeing this scene, the guards took two steps back and lost their courage.

Haw Haw!

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded.

The young man in black continued to raise his right hand.

Above the head of the killing king Tang Chen, the blood-red nine-headed bat king was forcefully pulled out.

As the blood-red nine-headed bat king pulled away, Tang Chen's body slowly began to collapse.

However, his soul was freed from the control of Rakshasa's spiritual thoughts, and the scarlet color in his eyes slowly receded, regaining some of his energy.

Haw Haw!

The blood-red nine-headed bat king was still screaming, with Rakshasa spiritual thoughts in his voice, trying to get rid of the control of the young man in black.

"Noisy!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the young man in black, and he exerted a little force on his right hand.

There were only nine puffs in a row, and the blood-red nine-headed bat king completely lost his voice, and even his soul was extinguished.

While the young man in black was dealing with the blood-red nine-headed bat king.

The Rakshasa Spirit abandoned its body without hesitation, made a harsh buzzing sound, and disappeared into the killing city in an instant, not knowing where it fled to.

"Hmph! This bitch is quite insidious and cunning!"

With that said, the young man in black withdrew his Shura Divine Mind and tapped Tang Chen a few times with his left hand.

Tang Chen's disintegrating body began to heal slowly, but it was still at the point where it was no longer disintegrating.

"This body...is really useless!"

The young man in black shook his head.

Seeing Tang Chen's pained look, the pure murderous aura in his body suddenly burst out, he slashed his sword down without any warning, and said slowly and leisurely: "Since you have no merit but some hard work, I will give you Have fun with it!"

Tang Chen... is dead!

Fortunately, the young man in black still remembered Tang Chen's hard work and did not kill the remaining weak soul of him.

Glancing at the stunned guards around him, the young man in black twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a murderous smile, and the blood-red sword slowly floated from the ground.

The long sword was swung, and blood appeared.

Just one sword strike to kill them all.

After killing these guards, the murderous spirit in the young man in black became stronger.

In the next two years, the young men in black took control of the killing city.

After this period of observation and close observation of Tang San, the young man in black found that except for seeking happiness from time to time, there was nothing wrong with Tang San.

It is a good seedling.

God Shura is also called the God of Killing.

Only the purest killing, constant killing, and only killing in the heart, can the Shura God be passed down perfectly.

After nearly three years of killing, Tang San now fits this point quite well.

In the Hell Killing Fields, Tang San held the Clear Sky Hammer, striking one after another with incomparable bravery, causing bursts of high-spirited cheers in the field.

Ever since he fused with the dark red blood bead, Tang San felt that his energy and spirit had changed, and he couldn't stop the desire to kill in his heart.

And after every killing, his strength is getting stronger.

It makes him want to kill more.

In the past three years, Tang San's martial soul has advanced rapidly, and he has already broken through to become a soul saint.

"It's time to start the Shura Ninth Examination..." The young man in black looked at Tang San killing one by one in the killing field of hell, and finally made up his mind.