Douluo: Titled in the mother's womb, shocked Bibi Dong

"Tang San, you are worthy of your status as a disciple of the Tang Sect." Qian Feng smiled playfully, and the golden thunder flashed on the half-cut sword he was holding. At this time, Tang San let go of Qian Feng's thigh, and the barb of the devil's hand was pinched inside. Two drops of dark red hidden weapon.

"Guanyin has tears!" Tang San roared angrily and hit Qianfeng from below. The extremely explosive force of Guanyin's tears successfully penetrated the opponent's body.

Seeing this, Tang San raised his head and laughed, his old face looking extremely proud: "Qian Feng, Qian Feng, I can't believe it, I can't believe it, you still lost to my Tang Clan hidden weapon in the end! Sure enough, the Tang Clan hidden weapon is the most powerful in this continent. Powerful means! Next, I will start killing everyone in Wuhun Hall and suck their blood."

When Tang San was still feeling proud, Qian Feng's half-cut sword had already penetrated his heart from behind.

"That's just a clone. As for the Tang Sect's hidden weapon, Blood Guanyin Tears." Qian Feng pursed his lips and smiled. There were two dark red teardrop-like things floating in front of Tang San. They were not hidden weapons.

"Have you forgotten? Your body is now completely controlled by Fu Zu. You are no longer a disciple of the Tang Sect or a genius in the mainland."

"You are just a pathetic loner and a puppet of the gods."

Blood oozed from the corners of Tang San's mouth, and his body couldn't help but tremble. Even though he was looking for an opportunity to counterattack so humbly, he still failed.

Yes, he lost to Qian Feng.

"I don't understand. Why did you deal with me in the first place? You want to destroy my foundation! What grudge do we have!" Tang San roared, his voice hoarse: "Even if it is the grudge between Tang Hao and your Spirit Hall, why do you want to impose it on me?" On a child!”

"It took away my foundation and made Xiao Wu leave me. In the end, my father, aunt, and friends. They all left me Qian Feng."

Tang San gritted his teeth and turned his head slightly, his face that resembled dead tree bark revealed deep hatred:
"You are the biggest villain in the mainland!"

"Whether it's a decent person or a villain. It's just a matter of success or defeat. From the beginning, all I wanted was for the family foundation, the Spirit Hall, to be stronger, so that my little sister could live a carefree life." Qian Feng's voice was calm, and he didn't care. You excuse your behavior too much.

Immediately afterwards, Ge Jian advanced a few more inches.

The sound of piercing flesh and blood caused Tang San to groan in pain.

"Haha, Tang San. You lost, that's why you ended up like this."

"You use the Blood Plague Ancestor, a god whose power you don't know where it comes from, as your foundation to fight against the Shura God, and you use the blood of the people of the mainland as your source of power, and you are on everyone's back."

"The ending of being alone is not worthy of what you did." Qian Feng drew out half of his sword, and golden thunder spread throughout Tang San's body.

Bursts of explosions were accompanied by Tang San's painful roar: "Ah! Qian Feng!! I can't die! I can slowly recover the power of the Ancestor in my body~ Hahaha, you've noticed it too, right?"

"Even if it takes a hundred years of silence, I will take revenge!"

"Yes, I feel your special physique." Qian Feng smiled slightly, the three-color divine power of the artifact on the sword gathered together, and he squinted at the big hole in Tang San's heart that was healing:
"So, I won't kill you. But you must also understand that there are things more terrifying than death in this world."

As soon as the words fell, Qian Feng's whole body erupted with the power of golden thunder, which gathered on half of the Zhi Ge sword and condensed into the other half of the sword body.

He quickly rushed towards Tang San, who had no means to counterattack, so he could only sneer sinisterly, but his eyes were full of fear:
"If you can't kill me, you can't kill me."

Qian Feng's eyes were cold, and with the swing of Zhi Ge Sword, Tang San's body and head separated!

Then using the power of golden thunder to completely destroy the physical body, Qian Feng held Tang San's hair, floated up, and shouted angrily:
"All phenomena of swordsmanship and earth phenomena!"

"Open! Sea!"

Qian Feng's long sword slashed towards the sea below, and the power of the golden trident, mixed with the Shura Demon Sword and the Angel Divine Sword, cut through the ocean [-] meters deep!
"Qianfeng!!! You must die!" Tang San's vitality was so terrifyingly powerful that even with only one head left, he could still roar, as if he had sensed something, his eyes were filled with fear.

The only thing that responded to him was the sound of Qian Feng using his skills.

"The stars are set!" Seeing the whirlpool in the sea that had opened ten thousand meters below, the golden thunder threads trembled towards Tang San's head, completely surrounding him.

"Tang San, take your immortality with you and sink down!"

Qian Feng roared angrily and used all his strength to drive it into the whirlpool.

The latter sank at an extremely exaggerated speed: "Qianfeng! Kill me! Don't do this to me!!!"

The sound disappeared after the sea water closed.

In Tang San's end, only one head was left, sealed by a thousand seals at the bottom of ten thousand meters of the boundless ocean. The golden thunder thread wrapped around his head would torture him forever.

No one has been here for thousands of years, and perhaps no one will come here for thousands of years.

Qian Feng exhaled a breath: "Is it over?"

In the evening, his body felt extremely exhausted. After three months of hunting, his soul power had actually been exhausted.

Fortunately, after he sighed, nothing suddenly happened again.

Tang San was not dead, but life was worse than death.

Qian Feng raised his head, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and squinted his eyes slightly: "Xiaoxue, Nana Bing'er's mother."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He really wanted to sleep in Shui Bing'er's arms, or listen to Qian Renxue's playful voice, or his mother Bibi Dong's majestic voice arranging things in the hall.

But he felt another force coming towards this place.

"You succeeded, haha, sealing it on the seabed ten thousand meters away is really a brilliant and cruel idea." Poseidon floated to Qianfeng's side and sighed.

Seeing how tired the young man looked, he reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Senior Poseidon, you're not just here to praise me." Qian Feng smiled bitterly and looked at him helplessly.

"Well, I see you are too tired. I originally planned to let you rest for a while." Poseidon spread his hands and showed a sad look: "But... it seems that only you can make a decision for the entire continent."

"Ah?! The entire continent is involved again." Qian Feng took a breath of air. Is this the helplessness of a strong man?

"Almost, haven't you noticed that Tang San's Blood Plague Ancestor Power is gone?" Poseidon clasped his hands behind his back, not being a riddler or hiding anything:

"It used the blood absorbed by Tang San and others as a springboard to go to the God Realm. In the God Realm, it continued to feed on the blood of the gods. Of course, a group of old monsters in the God Realm were still able to suppress him, but at the same time there was a little problem. "

"As the god of Shura was shattered, the kings of gods turned Douluo Continent into an unclean land."

"Unclean land, what do you mean?" Qian Feng raised his eyebrows and tightened his grip on the Zhi Ge Sword, feeling a little uneasy.

"Well, to put it simply, after suppressing the Blood Plague Ancestor, the gods will clear out the Douluo Continent without leaving any living creatures."

"I'm not the king of gods, so I can't persuade them. Qianfeng, what should I do? Haha, as a god, I don't know what to do."

Qian Feng's body trembled slightly, the setting sun shone on his face, plain and fearless.

(End of this chapter)