Chapter 373 Tang 3 Became a God, Tang 3 Died

Inside a black hole above Wuhun City, as time passed, Tang San's body seemed to gradually change. His entire body seemed to gradually merge with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe as a whole, and his spirit rings and spirit bones seemed to be transformed by the Rakshasa divine power.

After an unknown amount of time, the Rakshasa God inheritance assessment finally came to an end.

Tang San exuded a terrifying purple aura, and there was even a hint of madness in it.

After Tang San opened his eyes, he felt that his strength had become unprecedentedly powerful. In his eyes, ordinary spirit masters and even Extreme Douluo were like ants. This was the gap between gods and humans.

The Rakshasa God in the space seemed to be a little excited. Even though he only had a trace of divine consciousness, now he had finally passed on the throne, as if he himself had been liberated.

Tang San held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Lord Rakshasa God. I will definitely live up to your expectations and defeat the hypocritical god like Angel God. I will make Rakshasa God the strongest god."

Luosha God showed a strange smile on his face: "Tang San, your talent and evil aura both satisfy me, but the current situation is a bit beyond my expectations, you'd better run for your life as soon as possible."

After Rakshasa finished speaking, this trace of divine consciousness seemed to gradually dissipate in the space.

Now that Rakshasa God has inherited the throne, he can no longer stay in the Douluo World, nor can he stay in the Douluo God Realm.

Tang San's mind was full of doubts. Rakshasa God had always hated Angel God, so how could he not care about the successor of Angel God becoming a god? How could he not care about the victory or defeat of his battle with the new Angel God?
In the process of accepting the inheritance of the throne, due to the natural opposition between the Angel God and the Rakshasa God, he seemed to have a vague feeling that the Angel God had become a god before him, but he was not disturbed in the process of becoming a god, which was a bit surprising.

Especially now that Tang San has become a god, he understands even more how powerful gods are, and it is not difficult for him to interrupt his inheritance.

At this moment, the black space around Tang San seemed to gradually dissipate, and he returned to Douluo Continent.

However, Tang San used his divine power to carefully feel the battlefield of Wuhun City. It seemed that the entire battlefield had undergone a huge change. He could no longer sense Bibi Dong's aura, or even the aura of the new Angel God.

What disappointed him even more was that the auras of his uncle and the people from Haotian Sect also disappeared without a trace.

Moreover, since he had already become a god, how could the Rakshasa God ask him to escape? No one in this world would be qualified to let him escape from now on.

At this moment, Tang San seemed to feel a strange gaze looking at him, and that person was Yang Pingan.

Yang Pingan looked at Tang San with a half-smile: "Tang San, no, I should call you Rakshasa God. I have waited for you for such a long time, and you finally completed the Rakshasa God inheritance."

Tang San showed a trace of confusion on his face: "Yang Ping'an, didn't you die a long time ago? And where are my uncle and the others? And where are Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue?"

Yang Pingan smiled: "I'm so sorry, because I was too bored waiting, I have already destroyed all the Haotian Sect in advance. Of course, I also helped you destroy all the masters of the Wuhun Empire. Bibi Dong and your teacher Yu Xiaogang are dead, and even the new Angel God has perished."

Tang San's eyes were suddenly filled with anger: "Yang Ping'an, you are so bold, you actually dared to kill my teacher, dared to kill my uncle, I want you to die without a burial place."

Endless purple aura emanated from Tang San, and the entire world seemed to be dyed purple. The evil aura filled the entire world, and ordinary people would feel as if they fell into the abyss if they touched it a little. This is the Rakshasa Realm of the Rakshasa God, also known as the Rakshasa Domain.

Especially under the effect of the Rakshasa field, Tang San's divine power seemed to have been greatly enhanced, especially when a huge Rakshasa ghost king illusion appeared behind him, as if it was the most evil and terrifying thing in the world.

Yang Ping'an just snorted coldly and stood up directly from his chair. Endless blood-red aura emanated from his body, and even a huge figure like Shura appeared. That figure exuded a terrifying murderous aura like a demon.

The entire sky was suddenly split into two, and even the space seemed to be collapsing.

At this moment, Tang San was extremely surprised: "Ashura Demon Sword, I didn't expect that the Shura Demon Sword fell into your hands, and you actually inherited the throne of Shura God."

Yang Pingan said: "Your great-grandfather Tang Chen planned many times just to leave this Shura Demon Sword to you. Unfortunately, you did not inherit the throne of the Shura God, but actually inherited the throne of the Rakshasa God. I wonder if he will die with regrets?"

Tang San was furious: "You are not worthy of talking about my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather is the world's number one master who is known as the invincible master on land."

Yang Ping'an didn't care about all that. He just wielded the Shura Demon Sword and slashed forward. The entire sky and earth collapsed inch by inch. The entire Rakshasa realm seemed to be split apart by the terrifying murderous aura. Even Tang San seemed to feel the fatal danger.

Seeing Yang Ping'an attacking with all his strength, Tang San held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and tried his best to resist, but the blood-red sword light formed by the Shura Demon Sword was countless times stronger than Tang San, as if it was a crushing blow on a higher level.

With just one move, Tang San was knocked thousands of meters away, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

The huge Rakshasa Ghost King that Tang San originally controlled was actually split in half by a sword. The horrifying killing aura eroded the Rakshasa Ghost King inch by inch, and soon it turned into nothingness.

Tang San's eyes showed disbelief. He didn't expect that the gap between the two of them, who were both gods, would be so huge. He couldn't even withstand a single blow. "Impossible, how could you be so strong? I don't believe it."

Tang San roared, and swung the huge sickle in his hand with all his strength. A strange scene appeared. In the sky, the purple light that previously belonged to his Rakshasa domain actually swept down with the swing of the giant sickle, condensing into a giant purple blade hundreds of meters long.

It is obvious that Tang San has tried his best. This move is the magical skill of Netherworld Rakshasa inherited from the Rakshasa God.

A trace of disdain appeared on Yang Ping'an's lips, and he suddenly turned into a huge blood-red figure, holding a thousand-meter-long blood-red giant sword in his hand. He swung the sword with force, and the whole sky and earth were split apart. In particular, countless sword qi seemed to fly out from this sword, and finally formed a huge blood-red word "kill", and all the words "kill" condensed together to form a terrifying giant sword.

The giant purple blade and the blood-red giant sword hundreds of meters in the sky collided with each other. The original purple aura seemed to gradually dissipate and eventually turned into nothingness, while the blood-red giant sword continued to move forward and hit Tang San.

There was a hint of fear in Tang San's eyes, and he used all his strength to form an invisible barrier in front of him, which seemed to be able to withstand the attacks of everything in the world. It was the forbidden barrier of Rakshasa God's inherited magical skill.

However, facing this invisible barrier, the blood-red giant sword seemed to be unstoppable, and the entire barrier was like paper and was shattered in an instant.

Before Tang San prepared to attack again, a blood-red sword had already been placed on his Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Even if he resisted with all his strength, he seemed unable to withstand the attack of the blood-red sword.

Tang San gritted his teeth, and countless blood-red blue silver grasses suddenly appeared on his body, as if they were going to drown Yang Pingan and himself. In particular, these blue silver grasses seemed to have a terrifying devouring aura that could even devour divine power.

At the same time, Tang San controlled a blood-red Clear Sky Hammer to appear on his left hand, which seemed to be blocking the Shura Demon Sword, trying his best to resist Yang Ping'an's attack.

But Yang Ping'an no longer cared about so much at this moment. His eyes were blood red and a terrifying murderous aura emanated from his body. The entire sky seemed to be dyed blood red.

In particular, Yang Ping'an exuded endless murderous aura, and all the murderous aura seemed to condense into long swords, which instantly cut off the blue silver grass that wanted to attack him.

However, Tang San also took this opportunity to use the force of retreat to resist Yang Ping'an's attack, but he retreated several thousand meters, and a horrible sword mark appeared on his chest, and even countless golden blood flowed out.

At this time, Tang San finally understood why Rakshasa God let him run away. In terms of strength, the gap between the two was too big. He could even feel that Yang Ping'an did not use his full strength, otherwise, Douluo Continent might not be able to withstand it.

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and said: "Yang Ping'an, although you are powerful, you may not be able to catch up with me if I run, not to mention that my Blue Silver Grass can be swallowed to make up for its own divine power. We are all gods, why do we have to fight to the death?"

Yang Pingan sneered: "Swallow? Then I will let you know what true despair is."

A terrifying black aura suddenly emanated from Yang Ping'an, which seemed a bit incompatible with the original blood-red aura, but also perfectly integrated. The Shura Demon Sword in his hand turned into a black sickle, and the whole person looked like the god of death.

Tang San's Rakshasa power and even Rakshasa domain seemed to dissipate at an extremely fast speed, as if they were swallowed up by Yang Ping'an's black aura.

At this moment, Tang San's heart was filled with fear, and he turned around and prepared to leave, especially since he had exerted his divine power to the extreme, and even used some kind of footwork, like a ray of purple light.

But at this moment, the black aura filled the entire sky, and the entire world seemed to be dyed black. Even though Tang San flew at full speed, he felt as if he was in a black cage.

Before Tang San could react, Yang Ping'an, who was originally behind him, appeared in front of him, and a black sickle on his wrist slashed towards him.

Tang San gritted his teeth, held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand and tried his best to resist Yang Ping'an's attack, but Yang Ping'an's attack seemed to have some kind of terrifying aura. Tang San felt as if he was facing life and death, and as if he saw his past and present life.

When the sky calmed down again, a black sickle had already pierced into Tang San's chest. Even though he was a Rakshasa God, his divine power seemed to be completely devoured at this moment, and even his body was quickly dissolved by the black aura.

Tang San's eyes seemed filled with unwillingness and despair. As a favored child of heaven and the new Rakshasa God, he couldn't believe that he would die here and be unable to fight back.

Yang Ping'an's face remained calm as he pulled out the scythe of death.

As the Scythe of Death was pulled out of Tang San's body by Yang Ping'an, Tang San's entire body seemed to begin to crumble piece by piece, and eventually turned into nothingness.

Yang Ping'an grabbed it casually and took away the Rakshasa Demon Scythe of the Rakshasa God.

Everyone in the underground seemed to be watching the battle between Yang Ping'an and Tang San. During the whole process, Yang Ping'an could be said to have won without bloodshed, and killed the Rakshasa God with just a few moves.

Countless people seemed to be kneeling on the battlefield of Wuhun City, and everyone seemed to be shouting: "Long live Shura God! Long live Shura God!"

Yang Pingan shook his head, turned into a shadow and returned to his original chair to sit down. The whole process seemed extremely calm, as if he had done something insignificant. (End of this chapter)