Douluo: Take the little brother Tang San at the beginning!

"Come on, try our martial soul fusion skills." An Dong said while looking at Ye Pingping.The latter nodded.

The two realms opened and intertwined, and the gray-white thick fog appeared again.

Yu Siyun immediately directed Sang Mingxuan to rush into the thick fog.

In the fog, Sang Mingxuan's voice came: "I feel that my life force is constantly being deprived of me, and my speed is slowing down. In addition, it gives me a feeling of fear."

An Dong immediately nodded and said with a smile: "It's already very good. The strength of your martial soul fusion skills has reached the peak of level 80 Soul Saint. It's already very good to be able to achieve this effect."

An Dong collected the domain and continued: "The next step, what we need to do is to go to the Tower of Death."

When everyone arrived at the Tower of Death, they discovered a hole that was as deep as an abyss.

"There is a staircase here. Yaxin pointed to one place and said."

"Could it be that this Tower of Death leads to the underground?" An Dong asked in confusion.

An Dong looked at everyone and said: "The Tower of Death is extremely dangerous. It is not easy to come back alive. Please decide whether you want to go or not. I will give you 5 minutes." With that, An Dong began to wipe himself. Death's Scythe.

Five minutes passed quickly. First, Yaxin walked past An Dong.

"Teacher An, if you're scared, just say it. It won't be embarrassing."

Then came Yu Siyun: "Teacher An, it's impossible to give up. Whether you can come back alive depends on fate."

Followed by Sang Mingxuan, Xiong Dayi, Liu Qiang and others, no one gave up.

An Dong smiled happily, as if he saw the shadow of the Shrek Seven Devils.

It was a brave, adept, united and fearless fighting group, like a rock.

Everyone walked down the dark stairs.We walked all the way to the gate of an empty building. There was a pattern carved on both gates. The devil on it was exactly the same as An Dong after his transformation. Not only was it magnificent, but the carving was also lifelike.An Dong looked at everyone and saw their heavy eyes. An Dong pushed gently and the two panel doors opened with a bang.When everyone walked in, the two doors closed naturally.

"Welcome to the Tower of Death. Here, you will accept the first level of testing."

"Who is talking?" Yaxin couldn't help but ask.

This voice was a bit familiar, exactly like the consciousness of the God of Death.

An Dong faintly uttered two words: "Death"

Before anyone could scream, suddenly, the surroundings were shaking violently.Everyone around was gone.

"Face your past." Along with the voice of the God of Death, a person appeared in the venue.

An Dong looked intently and saw that it was Wang Sheng.Isn't he dead?Before An Dong could be confused, Wang Sheng spoke: "Why do you want to kill me? Didn't you brutally kill me because of a small dispute between you and me?"

"Naochao, do you need a reason to kill you?" An Dong gave him a cold look, the death sickle, the sword rose and fell, and the head fell to the ground.

The head stared at An Dong with disbelief.

An Dong strode forward and crushed it with one kick.

Next came Boss Xiao and others, and An Dong killed them all without bothering to talk nonsense.

Until Gong Zhipang appeared.

If An Dong was cruel to Gong Zhipang, even if he killed him thousands of times, it would not be an exaggeration.

The blade of Andong's death sickle quickly moved towards Gong Zhipang's neck, and Gong Zhipang's figure moved nimbly, constantly avoiding Andong's attacks.

This environment obviously made him face the people he had killed before. When he killed Gong Zhipang, An Dong's eyes were already red from killing him.I saw An Dong's death sickle circle and hit Gong Zhipang. If we say that at the beginning, An Dong was no match for Gong Zhipang, but now, An Dong is fully capable of defeating Gong Zhipang.Even if the opponent is a Contra above level 80.

"Group clones." An Dong suddenly summoned his clones. Under the intertwined sword techniques, An Dong suddenly used one of the divine swords. This sword attack was unavoidable, no matter how delicate the opponent's steps were and how agile the speed was.With one strike of the sword, a big hole opened in Gong Zhipang's chest, and it seemed that he could not be saved.

An Dong stepped on Gong Zhipang's body mockingly: "It won't be an exaggeration to kill you a thousand times."

The white light dissipated, and just like the previous people, Gong Zhipang disappeared.

An Dong couldn't help but look forward to who the next one would be.

An old man suddenly appeared in front of An Dong.

"Mourner?" An Dong looked at the old man and said.

"Haha, you still remember me. I have been waiting for you in hell for several years, and finally I have a chance to take revenge. Haha." The mourner laughed wildly, but saw his ghost flag waved casually, and in an instant, countless people The skeleton appeared, instantly covering the range of An Dong's field of vision. Looking at the fighting intent condensed in the giant mouth of the dark skull, the fighting intent in An Dong's deep eyes became increasingly intense.

"Kill." An Dong shouted and rushed into the pile of skeletons.

The mourner's voice came from the distance again: "The true form of the martial spirit, the skeleton has come to the world."

The huge skeleton appeared again, and An Dong sneered contemptuously: "Finally, we have a decent one. Killing small skeletons is a bit boring."

As he spoke, An Dong released group flight and simultaneously opened up the Death Realm.

The scythe collided with the machete in the giant skeleton's hand, and I couldn't help but think of the sound of bared teeth.

"The big skeleton is just a drop in the ocean in front of me." I saw An Dong start to accumulate strength, and the drop in the ocean was activated, and the huge skeleton was chopped into pieces by An Dong.

The knife was packed with indomitable momentum and instantly hit the head of the huge skeleton.

"How is that possible?" The mourner's surprised voice came from below.

"Nothing is impossible." An Dongdu didn't reply and let the huge skeleton fall down.

He walked toward the Undertaker step by step.

"You, how did you become so strong."

In the eyes of the mourners, An Dong saw fear and uneasiness.

"It's just that." He raised the knife and dropped it.I don’t know how many people An Dong has dealt with.

There was a flash of white light and the Undertaker disappeared.

The next opponent didn't appear for a long time.

"No more?" An Dong couldn't help asking.

"To be honest, I really don't want to be your enemy."

An Dong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he spoke softly: "Uncle."

The man in front of him was his uncle An Wenxuan, who was killed by An Dong.

An Dong's vision dimmed. It was unclear who was right and who was wrong about the previous generation's affairs.On the one hand is his biological father, on the other hand is An Wenxuan who protects the people of Anguo City.The only thing to blame is this chaotic era.

"Is Tang Doudou dead?" An Wenxuan couldn't help but ask.

An Dong shook his head.

"Pity."

An Dong sighed: "An Qiu is now the city lord of Anguo City, and also serves as the city lord of Bailongjiang City."

"Oh? If she is fine, I will feel relieved." After saying that, An Wenxuan stretched out a hand: "Come on, although you call me uncle, I have to knock you down, nephew, let me see Your true ability.”