Chapter 330 Tang San is parasitized!

"What do you mean?" Tang San frowned.

"King Shura, you have to know that this world is not fair." The King of Slaughter held up the Bloody Mary and shook it, "The Hell Messenger can enter the road to hell because there is a God of Death behind her, and the God of Death behind you, according to the As far as I know, he's dead."

Tang San's expression suddenly changed and became gloomy.

"You should be lucky that after exposing the Clear Sky Hammer's martial spirit for so long, I have never informed the Spirit Hall of your existence or informed another killing god. This is my gift." The King of Slaughter continued: "And Gifts come with a price.”

Tang San clenched his fists and raised his head to look directly at the King of Slaughter, "What do you want from me, Your Excellency?"

The King of Slaughter smiled, "King Shura, I can grant you the title of God of Killing, giving you the right to freely enter and leave the City of Killing, so that you can obtain the soul ring. In addition, I will invite you to become the guest minister of the City of Killing, with a status that only belongs to me. Below. And the price is, of course, loyalty."

After saying that, he flashed in front of Tang San, "Die in the killing city, or be loyal, you have no right to choose."

Seeing Tang San's fists clenched, his face flushed, and his expression daring to be angry but afraid to speak out, the smile on the King of Slaughter's face became even wider. After being the King of Slaughter for many years, what he likes to see the most is the so-called human monsters falling step by step and finally succumbing to fate.

The next second, he suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Tang San's head with his broad fingers, and at the same time controlled his body with his strong strength.

"Ah ah ah" Tang San screamed, countless scarlet blood poured into his eyebrows, and finally turned into a red mark.

"Hmph, if you weren't still useful, how could I allow you to be so presumptuous!" In the God Realm, the Rakshasa God snorted coldly.

Looking again, Tang San was already half-kneeling at the feet of the King of Slaughter, as if he was out of strength.

"Very good, King Shura. From today on, you will be the second king of my Slaughter City." Looking at Tang San, who had been successfully parasitized by his own body, the Slaughter King smiled and returned to his main body in a flash. Bit, "Now, you can go out anytime."

"If you want to continue participating in the Hell Killing Fields after you come back, I will not stop you, including the road to Hell after Yum Victory."

The evil thoughts in Tang San were heavier than he thought, and they were excellent nutrients for its parasite. Perhaps, obtaining the God of Death Realm through the road to hell was not such a bad thing. Maybe, in the future, Tang San's body could be used to inherit the divine status and become a god. Tang Chen himself was strong in strength, and his mental will was also strong. He had spent many years unable to perfectly seize the body, but the same could not be said for the Tang San in front of him.

As long as Tang San participated in the divine examination and he noticed it, he would be able to seize his body first.

While thinking, he waved his hand and threw out a bloody token.

Tang San quickly took it, stood up with an indifferent expression, looked up at the King of Slaughter, and turned around to leave.

"Anger, resentment, ha, in the end, they are just my nourishment." The King of Slaughter watched Tang San leave with a calm expression.

Not long after, Tang San walked out of the hall with a gloomy face and put his fingertips between his brows. He could feel something residing in his soul bones, a bit like the Gu worms from Southern Xinjiang he learned about in his sect in his previous life. There is no doubt that this is the method used by the King of Slaughter to restrain him.

"Power, I need power now! Only with power can we clear all obstacles!" Thinking like this, he glanced back at the hall with a cold look, "King of Slaughter, you already know how to kill yourself, just wait!"

"First go to the nearest Sunset Forest to obtain a soul ring and break the shackles of practice." He strode towards the city gate with a cold face.

In the dead of night, Tang San walked out of the passage and came to the outside world. Without any further delay, he hurried on his way.

Many days later, the sun sets in the forest.

"The Demon Spider King of the Crypt, which is just over 50,000 years old, can completely bear it with my current physical strength. It is just right to be used as the first soul ring of the Clear Sky Hammer." Tang San glanced at him and took it from the soul guide. Use the poison-coated hidden weapon and use the terrain to launch an attack.

There is no need to get close, with the Poison Transformation skill of the Intelligent Skull, coupled with the extremely poisonous content of the Eight Spider Spears and the extremely skilled hidden weapon methods that have been practiced in the killing city, the distance can be extended to stab the eyes, joint membranes and other vulnerable parts. Can.

"Bang!" It took two quarters of an hour to finally consume the Crypt Demonic Pearl Emperor to death.

He stepped forward and began to absorb the soul ring. The process went smoothly. After a few hours, he successfully absorbed it without feeling much discomfort.

"Finally level 70." Opening his eyes, feeling the increase in soul power within his body, Tang San looked calm.

The next second, a purple mark suddenly appeared on his forehead, and the light flickered.

Cold, terrifying, violent, and other evil thoughts instantly invaded Tang San's mind, and the world in his eyes suddenly changed, with a green space imprinted on his pupils.

In the center is an armored woman wrapped in green mist, with an enchanting figure and a terrifying aura.

"Tang San, do you want to gain strength?" A cold female voice came from all directions.

"Who are you!?" Tang San's body tensed up instantly. At this moment, he felt like an ant.

"I, the Rakshasa God!" The Rakshasa God's voice was faint and seemed to have infinite temptation, "I ask you again, Tang San, do you want to gain power?"

"The power of revenge, the power of subverting the world, the power of treating the King of Slaughter and his like like ants!"

god? Tang San frowned slightly, he had heard of the legend of a hundred-level god in the soul master world. According to the woman in black veil next to the King of Slaughter, the City of Slaughter was left by a level 100 god-level expert before he left this world.

Could it be the person in front of me?

He could feel that the strange feeling between his eyebrows had disappeared. It was undoubtedly the handiwork of the so-called god in front of him.

This kind of power is indeed powerful!

Strength, strength, I really need strength. I need the strength to eliminate all enemies. The desire in my heart is rushing.

"I do!" seemed to come out of instinct.

"If you want to inherit my throne, you must pass the nine tests given by me." The faint voice came up again, "The first test of the nine tests of Rakshasa God is to pass the road to hell. The time limit is one year." After that, His vision suddenly changed, and his eyes returned to a forest scene.

"Hallucination?" Seeing Zhou familiar with the environment, Tang San frowned.

He felt the strange feeling inside his eyebrows again, and the restrictions placed on him by the King of Slaughter were still there.

"No matter what, I have to give it a try. If I want to get rid of the control of the King of Slaughter, I have no choice." With this thought in mind, he turned to look at the corpse of the Crypt Demon Spider King.

"It's a pity that no soul bones were dropped." He murmured, and the Eight Spider Spears suddenly unfolded behind him.

Stab into the corpse of the Crypt Demon Spider King fiercely.

After a while, they continued to move deeper into the forest.

A few hours later, he hid among the branches of a tree and looked ahead, his eyes twinkling.

"The nearly 60,000-year-old ghost vine just happens to be the seventh spirit ring of the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit." With this thought in mind, he moved forward.

An hour later, after repeated attempts several times, the ghost vine that could not move was finally worn to death.

Tang San jumped to the root of the tree, sat cross-legged, summoned the Blue Silver Grass Spirit and began to pull the spirit ring.

As the soul power circulates in the body, the black soul ring is suddenly pulled, and violent energy enters the body.

In just the blink of an eye, the meridians were swollen, bloodshot eyes appeared, and heartbreaking pain spread throughout the body. The bluesilver grass martial spirit in his hand trembled continuously and seemed to be collapsing.

"how so?!"

Tang San clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain and accelerated the operation of the improved Xuantian Kung, his thoughts racing.

"Is it because he forcibly broke the shackles of the martial soul?" He couldn't help but think of Yu Xiaogang, who couldn't break the shackles despite years of savings. You can imagine the difficulty.

"In addition, the physical body has reached its limit." Only then did he realize that he had only absorbed two soul bones.

There is a wisdom skull, an attached soul bone, and none of the trunk bones or limb bones that greatly increase the physical body.

Although devouring life can also increase the strength of the physical body, it is obviously not as fast as directly absorbing old soul bones.

"Damn it! I tortured and killed two soul beasts that were more than 50,000 years old and failed to drop soul bones. Otherwise, why would I be like this!" Resentment rose inexplicably in my heart, and my teeth were bleeding, "I have to get through it, otherwise, The only way to die is to explode!"

"Trash!" In the God Realm, the Rakshasa God snorted coldly.

If she hadn't been in a hurry to pass on the divine throne, she would never have chosen to pass it on to Tang San. It was really useless. However, thinking about Tang San's identity and the already thin bloodline belonging to the Blue Silver Emperor in his body.

It seems that the sparseness is abnormal.

As a child of the Blue Silver Emperor and a human, it stands to reason that at least half of his body belongs to the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline.

Could it be him? I couldn't help but think of Yang Yunhai. The hatred between the two was not small, and they had fought many times before.

She still knew the first few soul skills of Yang Yunhai. After all, Bibi Dong was once her heir to the throne.

The veins on her forehead were prominent, and she became angry when she thought of Bibi Dong.

After collecting his thoughts for a moment, he used his spiritual thoughts to feel the situation in Tang San's body, his eyes flickered, "This strange technique that Tang San practiced seems to have the effect of fusing blood, and the blood in the body is already quite mixed. In this case, it is better to use the body with strong vitality The bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor is the basis.”

Thinking of this, tap lightly with your fingertips.