[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

After the sea of ​​​​fire transformed by the bright holy fire was extinguished, the killing city turned into ruins. The people here either died of poisonous attacks due to the toxins in their blood, or were burned alive by the holy fire. There may be people who can survive the flames, but they must be people with good intentions.

Meng Jiang originally thought that no one in the city of killing would survive, but she saw a person, a person who should logically die under the burning of the holy fire - the king of killing.

He lay down among the collapsed rubble and seemed to have temporarily lost consciousness. His original red hair turned into black hair, his face became much more handsome, and his figure changed from the previous emptiness to as solid as a mountain, especially his own The breath seems to be changing slowly.

The King of Slaughter was covered with a layer of red light. The red light repaired the burns on his body at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, the red light gradually grew stronger, and the aura lost its original evil and turned into the purest murderous aura.

The other party seemed to be freed from the chaotic and chaotic state because of the holy fire.

Meng Jiang hid in the dark and thought carefully, does this mean that the King of Slaughter can communicate?

But before she could think about the result, the King of Slaughter suddenly opened his eyes. The black eyes under his eyelids were deep, and his strength suddenly surged. A powerful force swayed out, instantly turning the surrounding gravel into powder, and Meng Jiang's body also flew backwards due to that force, severely collapsing a broken wall in the distance.

"Pfft!" Her body was in severe pain and her eyes were black, and she couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood. The next moment, Meng Jiang was picked up by the neck, and she didn't even see when the other person acted.

This is an absolute strength gap!

"You...are the heir of the Rakshasa God?" A rich and old voice sounded, without the sharpness and evilness before.

As soon as these words came out of her mouth, Meng Jiang knew that something bad was going on. She had actually forgotten the spiritual thought that the Rakshasa God had left on her. "It's...cough, cough!" She tried hard to pull the other person to strangle her neck. His fingers, but unfortunately they were just shaking the tree, "But... we can talk about Rakshasa..."

The King of Slaughter interrupted her: "Since you are the heir of the Rakshasa God, there is no need for you to live."

As he spoke, he tried hard to break Meng Jiang's slender neck.

No, no, she must not die!

"Burning holy fire..." Meng Jiang struggled to read as his lungs were so suffocated that they were about to explode, "Burn my remaining body..."

In an instant, the holy fire ignited again. This time, the golden-red flame obeyed Meng Jiang's will and struck directly at the King of Slaughter.

"Huh?" The King of Slaughter looked a little confused and waved Meng Jiang away. The tyrannical force blocked the Holy Fire from invading again, so the Holy Fire gathered around Meng Jiang who fell on the ground, forming a protective posture.

Looking carefully at the flame, the Slaughter King discovered that the aura in it was extremely bright and holy, completely opposite to the evil attributes that the Rakshasa God should have. Moreover, it seemed that it was this breath that released him from the invasion of the blood-red nine-headed bat king.

The old voice sounded again: "Are you really the heir of Rakshasa God? Then how come you have such bright power?"

Meng Jiang coughed up the blood in his throat, sat up on his knees and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. He suppressed the anger in his heart and allowed himself to talk to the King of Slaughter calmly, "This is exactly what I want to talk to you about, the great King of Slaughter. King. Although I am the successor of the Rakshasa God, he and I are not of the same mind."

"We can work together."

"How can I trust you?" A bloody heavy sword with a length of more than two meters suddenly appeared in the hands of the King of Slaughter. The sword was pointed at Meng Jiang's throat, and the sharp blade cut through the white and tender skin of her neck. "If you want me to say, still Killing you is easy and safe."

No oil or salt is allowed in! Stubborn!

Henhen made a conclusion in his heart, Meng Jiang now extremely hates the successor of the Shura God. Even though neither she nor the King of Slaughter has inherited the divine throne at this time, it can already be seen that the two of them are absolutely incompatible.

But no matter how angry he was, Meng Jiang still had to save his life in the hands of the King of Slaughter.

"Wrong! The simplest and safest way is that you should kill Pope Bibi Dong of Wuhun Palace. She is also the heir of Rakshasa God, and her strength is much higher than mine. She has passed several divine exams." Meng Jiang dropped a bombshell, "Can't you see that my martial spirit has been destroyed?"

"...The Rakshasa God actually chose two heirs?" The King of Slaughter said in shock. The red light on his body suddenly surrounded Meng Jiang and began to check whether what she said was true.

Meng Jiang resisted the urge to rebel.

Fortunately, the red light left soon. The King of Slaughter sneered, "Indeed, your martial spirit has been destroyed."

But he suddenly changed the subject: "But how do you still have soul power?"

"This is precisely because of the Holy Fire." Meng Jiang stretched out his hand to withdraw the flames around his body, and touched the giant sword on his neck with his fingertips. "At least I saved you. Even if you don't say anything, you can't use swords against each other, right?" ?”

Ungrateful old man!

What she was thinking in her heart and what she was saying were two different things. On the surface, she smiled gently, innocently, and harmlessly, but in fact, Meng Jiang didn't know what she was thinking when she said this. There is a huge difference in strength between her and the King of Slaughter. If the other party really wants to kill her, she can't escape.

But... Meng Jiang noticed the awe-inspiring righteousness in the other party's deep black eyes, so he made this bet.

The two sides stared at each other for a long time, Meng Jiang did not dodge at all, and did not move his gaze away from the other party's eagle-like sharp eyes for a moment.

The King of Slaughter put away his heavy sword: "You are very brave. Okay, I will listen to what you want to do."

Meng Jiang had a smile on his face and MMP in his heart. She stroked her painful chest, slowed down her breathing and said, "The Rakshasa God deceived me first and gave up on me later. Now that I have recovered my soul power, he asked me to do this potentially life-threatening task. If I didn't Wouldn’t it be a failure to give him such a big gift?”

"I know that God Shura and God Rakshasa are mortal enemies, and you are the heir of God Shura, so I want to ask for your help."

"What are you busy with?"

"I want to see God Shura."

"That's not a bad tone." The King of Slaughter sneered, "Don't you know? God cannot directly descend to the realm, he can only project a ray of his own divine thoughts."

"Is that so..." Meng Jiang was stunned, lowered his head and thought, "No wonder when I saw Rakshasa God several times, he always looked like a black mist. I thought this was his true form."

"But it doesn't matter, spiritual thoughts are fine too." Then Meng Jiang waved his hand, "Isn't this also okay? When we talk about cooperation, you must show your sincerity."

The King of Slaughter had a lump in his throat. This girl has a lot of thoughts at such a young age. When did he agree to cooperate?

With this thought in mind, he also asked.

"Since you want to hear what I want to do, I think you have agreed to my request for cooperation." Meng Jiang replied with a smile.

"...Smart little girl." The King of Slaughter said.

"But it's impossible to see God Shura. Until now, I haven't seen God Shura. I just came here to accept his inheritance."

Hearing this, Meng Jiang glanced at him sympathetically.

The King of Slaughter was a little annoyed by the sympathy of his junior: "What is that look in your eyes?"

Meng Jiang looked away for a moment: "It's nothing, you saw it wrong." Her tone was extremely sincere.

The words changed: "In this case, the plan will change. I hope that at the right opportunity, you can give Bibi Dong, the other heir of Rakshasa God, a heavy blow, but don't kill her. "

As he said that, Meng Jiang's eyes were sinister, "I will take her life myself."

The King of Slaughter lowered his eyes to look at her. At this moment, Meng Jiang looked a bit like the heir to the Rakshasa God.

"Why should I promise you?"

Is it over? Is there something wrong with your brain?

Meng Jiang was really angry now. She really didn't get along with the heir to the Shura God! She hates him so much!

Can the bad relationship between the Rakshasa God and the Shura God be passed down to their heirs?

Grinding his teeth, Meng Jiang suppressed his anger and said, "We have a cooperative relationship. If I become a Rakshasa God, it will definitely be better than the Pope of Wuhun Palace becoming a Rakshasa God."

Pooh! She didn’t want to inherit Nao Shizi’s position! No need to be disgusting!

What she wants is to kill Bibi Dong and swallow the Rakshasa God.

"That's a good point." The King of Slaughter nodded in agreement, "However, I hope you can move faster."

Although he had achieved a demigod body as a result, he had stopped there, and——

"Okay." Meng Jiang nodded, "Then how should we contact you?"

"I will go find you then." Before he finished speaking, the King of Slaughter disappeared from where he was.

Meng Jiang:......

Very meow! Do you know when the “right opportunity” is for you? !

Hatefully, Meng Jiang punched the ground.

Taking a deep breath, it seemed that she still had to make two plans. The King of Slaughter was too unreliable!

Looking around, she saw that this place had become a dead place, and she no longer needed to worry about a sneak attack. So, Meng Jiang changed his posture, sat cross-legged and entered the cultivation state, and began to digest the huge evil thoughts of the Killing City that he had absorbed previously.

...to recuperate.

The soul power began to increase rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. With the medicinal effect of the Immortal Product Shenmanguo, and being compressed and accumulated by Meng Jiang in a special way, Meng Jiang's soul power level began to rise. Level 30, level 35 Level 40... Because of his previous experience, Meng Jiang's rebuilding speed was very fast.

She just practiced on the ground in the open air. Sometimes she would get some food to satisfy her hunger when she came out of the cultivation state. These foods were still the breakfast that Tang San originally prepared for her, but because she stayed in bed, she often slept until midnight and ate one lunch as two meals.

Afraid of being discovered by Tang San, Meng Jiang hid the breakfast in a pear velvet silk bag. Anyway, food and other things could be kept in the same state as when they were put in. She was not worried about them rotting or deteriorating.

After an unknown amount of time, it felt like the evil energy she had absorbed could no longer sustain her. Meng Jiang patted the dust on his body, stood up, and left the Killing City.

After all, the date of their five-year appointment was still more than half a year away. Meng Jiang decided to go out and find a relatively safe place to wait and get some news.