The devil of Douluo is in the world

Chapter 145 [The Death of Tang San]

Just as Banruo gave Xiao Wu the second awakening of her martial soul, the battle between the two men in Holy Soul Village had reached its climax.

A shot is a lore, one move determines the outcome, and the enemy is not given a chance to breathe. This has always been Song Wuxin's fighting philosophy.

When other people fight, they need to "warm up" in advance, to test the opponent's depth first, but he just doesn't like this set, he likes simple and rough ones.

The ground began to shake, and it became more and more violent, and even cracks began to appear.

Countless dirt, gravel, and fallen leaves floated in the air.

The thatched cottage was also rickety, and finally fell apart completely!
At this moment, in the sky, a huge phantom appeared.

【Magic God and Aspect Heaven and Earth】!
The huge body is slightly larger than the average medium-sized mountain.

Old Jack had already fainted from fright.

"Chaotic cloak!"

Seeing that Song Wuxin's move was a big move, he secretly cursed in his heart that he didn't pay attention to martial arts, and didn't play cards according to the routine. Tang Hao didn't dare to hide his own secrets, and used his most convenient stunt, the wind hammer method.

At the same time, there was thunder in the sky, and Tang Hao had already used the seventh soul skill [Avatar of Weapon Soul] in the first place.

But even so, compared with Faxiang Tiandi, he still looks too small.

The battle is imminent!
The huge phantom smashed down with one punch.

There is no simple movement, just a punch, nothing more.

Tang Hao had no choice but to resort to the Chaotic Cloak Wind Hammer Technique to counteract it.

The fist and the Clear Sky Hammer clashed into one place, countless sparks exploded.

The gust of wind suddenly blew up, and countless flowers, plants, trees and vines around were uprooted and blown away.

The thatched hut was completely broken at this moment, leaving only a few bare pillars, which were finally uprooted by the hurricane and flew to nowhere.

In the thatched hut, Tang San stared dumbfounded at the specter in the sky, and then at the insignificance of his father.

Father, son, I will mourn for you for three seconds, take care of yourself.

Then, he cast his eyes on Lan Ling, who was still cooking, and felt even more terrified in his heart, and his back shivered.

There was so much movement outside, flying sand and rocks, uprooting trees, shaking the ground, and countless cracks, but here, there was not a single speck of dust.

Those cracks don't seem to be able to spread here.

She was still so elegant and calm, as if she didn't care about what happened outside at all, but cared more about whether the heat in the stove was just right.

Ziji Motong!

In Tang San's eyes, a purple light flashed, and he finally saw a very light protective shield.

I feel even more horrified by the cultivation of this beautiful woman in my heart.

In the battle between two Titled Douluo, not everyone can stand still like that.

Just when he looked at the huge specter in the sky, suddenly a bloody aura came back, so he shed tears again.

Lan Ling glanced at the brat, but ignored him.

Really short memory!
The sea of ​​consciousness shook violently, almost collapsed, Tang San kept rolling on the ground.

After a long time, I finally recovered some.

He got up slowly from the ground, his eyes were red, as if he had just dyed a handful of chili powder, red and swollen badly.

At this time, the battle outside was drawing to a close.

boom!
boom!
boom!
One punch!
Two punches!

Three punches!

I saw the giant punching down with punches.

On the ground, there was a fist pit, which got deeper and deeper.

Seeing this violent scene, Tang San's face twitched, it hurt to watch.

It's time for a stick of incense!
The phantom of the troll gradually dissipated.

Song Wuxin's white hair fluttered, her clothes fluttered, and she slowly descended from the air.

I walked to the side of the huge pit and took a look, then nodded, "It's almost ready!"

Tang San hurriedly ran to the edge of the giant pit to take a look, his face convulsed again, his father had fallen into a coma.

After a lot of effort, he finally fished out his father, stretched out his hand, and swallowed uncontrollably.

The bones of the whole body have basically been broken, but they are not broken.

My father is now weak and weak, almost like a piece of soft flesh, and his breathing has been extremely weak, and he may pass away on the spot at any time.

He hurriedly looked up at Song Wuxin, "Your Majesty, my father..."

Song Wuxin waved his hand, and a large iron bucket appeared, filled with various medicinal materials and water, which was still boiling at the moment.

With another wave of his hand, Tang Hao floated up and fell into the iron bucket.

Then he said: "Add firewood!"

Tang San frowned slightly, but still did as he did.

After a while, Tang San began to bring a lot of firewood, and under the iron bucket, he burned the fire vigorously.

After Tang San had been busy for a long time, he suddenly discovered that Song Wuxin and Lan Ling had disappeared without knowing when.

For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and he looked around.

Gradually, the surrounding scenery slowly changed color, a blood red, dominating the whole world.

Finally, Tang San came to his senses.

It's all been a game from the start!

A game against him!

"Emperor Ruthless, get out! Get out!"

Outside the big formation, Lan Ling danced in a sheet of bloody clothes, floating in mid-air, and said in a low voice: "[Blood Fiend Hell], get up!"

Great formation, success!

In the big formation, Tang San felt that the spirit power in his body began to gradually lose control, and his eyes became red.

In the body, the imprint of [Blood Soul Dongdu] continuously exudes bloody light, enveloping him in it

Even if he is a time traveler, even if he is the main character, even if he has great luck, but now he is too weak.

Against the demon Song Wuxin, he has no power to fight back at all.

Most importantly, it all happened so suddenly.

(Definitely not only Tang San, readers too.)
With [Blood Soul Eastward Journey] and [Blood Fiend Hell] complementing each other, Tang San's consciousness began to dissipate little by little!

Above the sky, countless blood-red thunderbolts began to gather.

With the log cabin as the center, a small [Blood Fiend Hell] has been fully formed.

The secondary personality stared blankly at this scene, and looked at Song Wuxin next to him with disbelief, as if looking at a stranger.

All of this happened so suddenly, before this, as a sub-personality, he didn't notice it at all.

A chill came from the depths of his soul, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Seriously looking at the person in front of him, it was as if he really knew this person for the first time.

"You, you...why..."

Song Wuxin just glanced at him coldly, didn't say anything, and didn't explain anything.

The sub-personality stared blankly at the blood-fiend thunderbolts that kept gathering in the sky, and Tang San who kept roaring in the formation. He always talked a lot, but now he just felt like something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word. come out.

Soul Village.

Bibidong and Banruo suddenly looked into the distance together.

As far as the eye can see, in the sky, thunderclouds are gathering rapidly.

That thunder is the color of a bloody demon!
call out!
With a flicker, Bibi Dong disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)