Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 88 The terrifying existence in Tang San’s soul

Tang San's mind was relatively simple, but it was filled with many strange creatures that did not belong to this world.

This was something from the Tang Sect world in his previous life, which was reflected in his mind along with thoughts and memories.

There were also many strange clips that flashed by like frames from a movie. These were all scenes derived from conscious and unconscious thoughts in his mind. Most of the thoughts were not even noticeable to Tang San himself, even if he was asleep. Various thoughts also arise in the subconscious mind.

Wang Shenmeng was not interested in Tang San's various thoughts. He went directly to the outside of the Heart City in the depths of his mind and looked at the dense maze in the hazy mist. Although it was not very complicated, it was quite solid.

But this is no longer a problem for the current King Shenmeng. With a thought, raging flames emerged out of thin air. Under the blazing flames of the city, the fog dispersed and the maze collapsed. In an instant, the core of the soul was revealed, where the Tang Dynasty in Sichuan stood. gate of a tall building.

Inside the building, as soon as Wang Shenmeng walked into the door, he was greeted by 27 flying needles. Each flying needle had terrifying lethality. It was as fast as lightning and its flight path was invisible and hard to find. Almost as soon as it appeared, it was like a flying needle. Already present.

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle? Immortality!"

Wang Shenmeng's body suddenly became distorted, and then the whole person became illusory and transparent, and then the rainstorm pear blossom needle passed through the void, unable to bring any harm to him.

Then he looked up and saw an identical Tang San in front of him, looking at him with a look of disbelief on his face.

In Tang San's hand, he also held an exquisite hidden weapon that looked like a lotus flower.

"Tang San, the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle that attacks a single target can't hurt me, and the Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus that attacks a group can't even hurt me. Just give up!"

"Ok?"

Tang San's hand holding the hidden weapon tightened, he looked solemnly at the young man in front of him, and said slowly: "It seems that you are very familiar with my Tang Sect's hidden weapon. Who are you?"

Wang Shenmeng smiled half-heartedly: "Do you really not know who I am?"

Tang San looked at this extremely handsome face, which gradually overlapped with that of Zhang Lian many years ago. The facial features were so similar, but more mature.

"Are you Wang Shenmeng?"

"It seems you still remember me."

Tang San said calmly: "It's hard for people to forget people like you. How did you know about the Tang Clan's hidden weapons?"

Wang Shenmeng said: "This is not important. What is important is that I want to see whether you came to this world by chance or whether it was controlled by a hand."

As he spoke, Wang Shenmeng's pupils suddenly shot out two red aurora lights, piercing Tang San's heart at once, and then burned with raging anger, as if the aurora lights were the embodiment of the world's anger. Wherever there is anger, it will burn.

Of course Tang San had anger in his heart. Being knocked on the door for no reason, his heart was filled with rage, so there was no way to avoid being burned by the fire.

The moment the red divine light penetrated his heart, his pupils shrank sharply, and a brilliant fire lotus bloomed from the hidden weapon in his hand, covering Wang Shenmeng.

It's a pity that the extremely powerful supreme hidden weapon is enough to seriously injure Super Douluo, but it can't hurt the immortal body.

The endless fire lotus bloomed in brilliant colors, and the ultimate beauty contained the ultimate danger. Unfortunately, until the lotus dissipated, it did not bring any harm to Wang Shenmeng.

"Peacock Feather!"

The next moment, a colorful peacock suddenly opened its tail. However, every fine feather in the peacock's tail was a fine needle that chased souls and killed people. There were 360 ​​five feathers in total, divided into twelve categories, namely bone-penetrating needles. Needle, Thunder Fire Needle, Armor-Severing Needle, Splitting Blade Needle, Demon-Suppressing Needle, Overlord Needle, Netherworld Needle, Dragon-Breaking Needle, Desire-Destroying Needle, Dragon-Beard Needle, Meteor-Destroying Needle, Seven-killing Needle.

It is these 360 ​​five fine needles that constitute the extremely beautiful and extremely terrifying peacock feathers. It is extremely brilliant and splendid. It is more vibrant than the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus. However, the vitality contains terrifying murderous intent, which follows closely. The dream of Wang Shen.

Tang San's weak voice sounded: "Your soul skills are indeed very strong. Even the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle and Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus can't hurt you. But how long can you hold on to this kind of heaven-defying soul skill?"

Wang Shenmeng sneered, with the improvement of his mental and soul power, the time that his immortal body lasted would give even a titled Douluo a headache, how could Tang San have imagined it?
After the peacock opened its tail, Wang Shenmeng's illusory figure solidified again. At this time, Tang San was about to be burned to ashes under the fire of his spirit, and he hurriedly fled deeper into his soul.Wang Shenmeng followed unhurriedly, and inside the core building, a tunnel emitting mysterious light appeared. As the tunnel deepened, scenes of Tang San's experience appeared along the way, like a memory corridor flowing backwards.

11 years old, ten years old, nine years old... After a while, Tang San was already a baby in the memory corridor. The next moment, suddenly darkened, he turned into an adult man in his 20s again, taking a newly formed baby. Devour.

Wang Shenmeng was slightly startled. There was no doubt that this was the process of taking away Tang Hao's son after Tang San traveled through time. Judging from the shape of the baby, it should have been when it was just born.

"Ha, this is like killing the original child and replacing it with yourself."

Wang Shenmeng felt cold in his heart. Although he was also a time traveler, the original owner was chased by a wild dog. After falling down, he hit his head on a stone and died. He borrowed the corpse to resurrect the soul, which was different from Tang San's seizure of the body of others.

However, Tang San himself probably didn't know this memory. As long as a person has experienced and seen things, they will be stored in the memory, but many of them cannot even be noticed by himself.

This is the reason why some memories have faded but can suddenly be recalled again. This is because all the experiences are backed up in the mind and consciousness.

What Wang Shenmeng saw now were memories that even Tang San himself couldn't detect. As he continued to look back deeper into the memory, he saw a chaotic void suddenly looming in front of the dark tunnel.

Wang Shenmeng's eyes condensed, staring at the void for a moment, his consciousness following Tang San closely.

The moment Tang San walked through the tunnel and entered the void, Wang Shenmeng suddenly felt a great terror. As soon as his consciousness appeared at the entrance of the tunnel, he saw an extremely terrifying and majestic giant hand coming from unknown places at the end of the tunnel. Place comes.

The giant hand was reaching out to fish it out, grabbing Tang San completely in his hand.

Terrifying power scattered from the giant hand. Wang Shenmeng's consciousness was like a moth flying into the flame. The moment he saw the hand, it seemed as if it was burned by a bright scorching sun. The murderous aura that penetrated his soul instantly made his divine butterfly body turn into ashes. .

"Well!"

In the Wuhun branch hall, in the bedroom, Wang Shenmeng suddenly groaned, and there were traces of blood in his seven orifices.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Qingluan Douluo and Guangling Douluo were facing powerful enemies.

They are very aware of His Royal Highness the Son's strength. There are many people who can defeat him, but there are not many people who can injure him, especially in the small city of Notting.

"It's okay, let's go and take the rabbit with us."

"it is good!"

Light Ling Douluo didn't ask any further questions, and the next moment he turned into an ice and snow aurora and descended on Notting College.

At this time, Tang San was waking up in pain, covering his head, when he saw a one-eyed boy wave his hand, Xiao Wu screamed in surprise, and was carried away by his shoulders without any resistance.

"Little dance!"

Tang San's pupils shrank and he watched helplessly as Xiao Wu was taken away.

At this moment, his heart was filled with anxiety and pain, and many clips flashed through his mind like a movie, all of which were the strange dreams he had just had.

The dream was incomplete and I couldn't remember much of it, but I vaguely remembered a handsome young man who almost killed me, and a giant bloody hand, which had a vague feeling of closeness and warmth.

He didn't have time to think about the scene in his dream. The pain of losing Xiao Wu made his heart twitch.

"Xiao Wu, I will definitely rescue you."

(End of this chapter)