From Douluo to God

As if hell broke open, tens of thousands of fallen people returned to Douluo Continent with evil aura.

These people are vicious and vicious, and after living in the killing capital for many years, they have become extremely vicious and brutal, and they can no longer be called human beings.

When this group of people returns to the Douluo Continent, it will definitely cause a disaster.

"Little San, what should we do?" Oscar asked, he couldn't bear it.

Because these fallen people had just appeared, the people who were originally in the small town ushered in disaster.

Men were brutally murdered and their limbs flew around.

The women uttered shrill and terrified cries, suffering from painful torment.

Tang San closed his eyes, then opened them abruptly, "We can't save everyone, besides there are no good people in this town, they deserve what they deserve.

"There are so many fallen people scattered in the small town, we can't kill them all. The most important thing now is Jiang Chen. He is related to our assessment and our great enemy."

After speaking, he stepped forward firmly.

Dai Mubai and the others showed ruthless expressions, followed Tang San closely, forcing themselves not to watch that bloody and cruel scene.

A picture emerged in their minds involuntarily, that is, peaceful villages and cities, under the ravages of these fallen people, turned into personal purgatory.

The pace gradually accelerated, no one spoke, and no one wanted to mention the tragedy that was about to happen.

There are nine soul rings around their bodies. Although those fallen people are fierce, they all avoid them in fear.

Soon, they arrived at the place where Jiang Chen and Tang Chen fought for the first time.

Looking at the devastated scene around him, Tang San looked solemn.

"Jiang Chen is able to fight the Slaughter King to this extent. His strength should not be underestimated. We are capable of dealing with one of them, but if the two add up, we may not have a chance of winning." He analyzed calmly.

"Then what do you mean?" Dai Mubai asked.

"Hiding in the dark, sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, reaping the benefits of the fisherman."

The purple light in his eyes flickered, and the Purple Demon Pupil was cast, and he immediately saw Jiang Chen and Tang Chen who were chasing in the distance.

Tang San's pupils shrank sharply, horrified in his heart, this speed...

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Not long after, Jiang Chen stopped Tang Chen.

The two stopped again, and Jiang Chen blocked Tang Chen's way.

Tang Chen stared at Jiang Chen, "Blood Demon, I didn't want to kill you, you are looking for death!"

Jiang Chen stood in front of him, and said calmly: "Use your strongest strength and fight with me."

"Since you want to seek death, then I will help you." Tang Chen's voice was cold and piercing.

Before the words fell, he himself had already begun to change.

The blood-colored sword-shaped magic pattern on the forehead seemed to come alive, and the red light flowed on it, and gradually became stronger.

His body was filled with a layer of brilliance, and his pale face gradually flushed with an unhealthy flush.

With a bang, the pair of huge blood-colored wings shattered, turning into a wave of energy and returning to his body.

The red hair quickly turned back to black, and the red eyes returned to normal. Only the sword-shaped magic pattern on the forehead remained red.

The evil blood on Tang Chen's body receded, but Jiang Chen clearly felt that Tang Chen's aura was increasing exponentially, as if there was no upper limit.

Jiang Chen's mental power dispersed, and he found that the rich red light on Tang Chen's body had lost the evil aura, and had become the purest murderous aura, the purest murderous aura.

Tang Chen's straight-up breath hadn't stopped yet, Jiang Chen gradually felt the crisis.

But he didn't stop it, because he knew that the Shura Sword should be about to appear.

When the Asura Sword appeared, it was when he made a full-strength attack, defeated Tang Chen, and snatched the Asura Sword.

Tang Chen's soaring aura finally reached a peak, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Those eyes were extremely deep, and the evil aura on his body was swept away, revealing a sense of righteousness.

The black long hair moves automatically without wind, and the whole person is as calm as a mountain.

A red light surged on the broad palm. At this moment, Tang Chen's aura was so strong that it was indescribable.

Among the strong men Jiang Chen has seen before, no matter whether it is Qian Daoliu or Qiongqi, they are all inferior to Tang Chen at this moment.

Jiang Chen's smile disappeared at some point, and his complexion became extremely serious.

He felt the pressure, just like the pressure when facing the catastrophe.

The red light in Tang Chen's palm became so intense that it condensed into a hammer shape.

It was an incomparably huge red hammer with magnificent magic patterns shining on it.

"The Clear Sky Hammer." Jiang Chen said secretly.

In the previous battles, Tang Chen never used the Clear Sky Hammer, as if he had forgotten his martial spirit.

After the red giant hammer appeared, it changed quickly.

The red light surged, and the giant hammer melted, re-forming a blood-colored giant sword over two meters long.