Chapter 610: King of Slaughter? Great-grandfather?

I tried my best to strike, but was easily defeated by the opponent's fire, and the change that happened to the opponent was just sinking into the ground below the knees. The huge pit was caused by the explosion caused by the collision of the trident and the long sword.

Energy is also caused by the force generated when Tang San and the King of Slaughter remove the opponent's energy impact.

With just one collision, Tang San was completely defeated, and even the Poseidon Trident was knocked out of his hands. Since he was still cultivating soul power when he was young, Tang San has never experienced such a disastrous defeat. Even when Xiao Wu tried to save him back then,

During the sacrifice, he was also besieged by many people. However, there was only one person in front of him, the King of Slaughter, and he actually defeated his artifact.

Tang San couldn't figure it out anyway, why the King of Slaughter, who was completely within his calculations before, actually became so powerful after being enveloped by the Poseidon's light, so powerful that he couldn't compete with him at all.

It wasn't just his soul power that was powerful, but also the sword in his hand. Because Tang San believed that even Poseidon Douluo Bo Saixi would never be able to withstand his previous all-out attack so easily.

Not only was the Slaughter King in front of him no less powerful than Bo Saixi, but the sword in his hand seemed to be no less powerful than his Poseidon Trident. That was why he was defeated so miserably.

However, even though he was seriously injured, Tang San had a feeling that his opponent was clearly able to give him a stronger impact earlier, but later on, the Slaughter King seemed to have withdrawn his strength and did not use the sharpest blade on his sword.

The energy cuts into his body. Otherwise, I might have been killed by now.

Tang San, who had always calculated every battle in detail, was now in a state of confusion. He could endure the physical pain, but the inner frustration and the feeling of being unable to compete made him extremely painful. He never

He had never felt like this before. Even when he encountered a powerful opponent, he was confident and tried his best to deal with the opponent. However, the sudden increase in strength of the King of Slaughter and the situation before him made him feel despair.

Regret has no meaning anymore. The only thought in Tang San's mind now is how to save Xiao Wu after he is killed. Perhaps there is some way to help Xiao Wu complete the resurrection in the Ruyi Treasure Bag while he is killed.

After all, his true strength has already reached the realm of Titled Douluo.

While Tang San was in confusion, the Slaughter King's voice rang out, "This is the power of Poseidon. Why is Poseidon's Trident in your hand? Do you know Bo Saixi?"

His voice has changed a lot compared to before. It is no longer sharp and evil, and has become old and thick. It does not sound like the voice of a middle-aged man at all, but more like the voice of a majestic elder.

Huh? Tang San is a smart man after all. Although he received a huge blow, hearing the change in the Slaughter King's voice, hope was rekindled in his originally despairing heart. His soul power was released, pushing his body to break free from the surrounding earth and rocks.

When he stepped into the deep pit, he was injured due to the force and spurted out a mouthful of blood again. However, he straightened his rocker immediately. He would never forget his father's teachings.

The King of Slaughter was indeed different from before. Although his whole body was still glowing with blood, his eyes became particularly clear, staring at Tang San with deep eyes, revealing thoughts and some complicated emotions. It felt like,

It's like waking up from a big dream.

"Do you also know Senior Bo Saixi?" Tang San asked with a puzzled look on his face. He had no intention of escaping at all. The strength of the man in front of him was not inferior to Bo Saixi at all, and the heavy sword in his hand was even more powerful.

There are powerful weapons that Saisi does not have, and even the invisibility effect of the Vast Sea Shield will never allow him to escape from him.

A deep sadness flashed in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, "How many years have passed, even I don't know how many years have passed. Is she okay?"

Tang San said calmly: "I don't know whether I should say she is good or bad. Who are you?"

"Who am I? Who am I? Hahahahaha..." The King of Slaughter suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, but amidst the laughter, his expression was extremely painful, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Did I win? Or lost? Everything has no meaning to me. Am I wrong? Am I right? It has been like a dream for decades. But I have committed such sins. Shura, what a Shura. I

After all, I still failed to pass your test. This is not a matter of wrong or right, but perhaps timing and luck."

The manic energy fluctuations caused everything around to tremble, and the heavy sword in the hand of the Slaughter King continued to spill out pieces of blood.

Tang San just stood there, looking at him quietly. He vaguely understood that the King of Slaughter in front of him was very different from the completely bloody King of Slaughter before. It seemed that he was who he was now.

.But what exactly happened to him was something he couldn't guess.

After a long time, the Slaughter King's emotions gradually calmed down, the blood and tears stopped flowing, and his eyes became condensed again.

"Seeing that you are holding the Poseidon's Trident and possessing the ability of Poseidon's Light, you should be the one chosen by Poseidon."

Tang San had nothing to hide and nodded.

The King of Slaughter said calmly: "It's a pity that you are not the real Poseidon. Otherwise, I would have been defeated just now. I have taken this difficult step for a man to become a god for decades, but I still have not been able to completely pass it.

It will never be possible to get over it. Young man, thank you."

"Thank me?" Tang San looked at the King of Slaughter with some confusion.

The King of Slaughter said calmly: "If it weren't for your Poseidon's Light, it would be impossible for me to wake up from my true nature. I would always lose myself in the evil blood color and be controlled by evil thoughts. It is your Poseidon's Light that allows me to wake up.

I broke free from the prison and became a demigod. Although it is already too late, being able to feel the god-level power means that half of my long-cherished wish in this life has been fulfilled."

As he spoke, the red light in his hand converged, and the heavy sword turned into blood and gradually disappeared into his palm.

"Are you wondering why I have such a huge change before and after? It was you who saved me from that prison, so it's okay to tell you. In a sense, we are actually the same kind of people." After the killing.

Wang said calmly, his mood seemed to be completely stable at this time.

"Senior, please speak." Tang San asked equally calmly.

The King of Slaughter said: "The reason why I say that we are the same type of people is because we are both chosen by God, but the God who chose us is different. The one who chose you is the God of the Sea, the God of the Ocean. And the one who chose me is

, but it is the God of Evil Thoughts, which can also be called the God of Killing, and its real name is God Shura."

"Back then, because of a promise, I devoted all my energy to breaking through and becoming a god. However, it was too difficult to become a god. Only the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years can help the top powerhouses achieve physical transformation.

God. Thousands of years are really too long for me. Who can be sure how long I can live? I only seize the day. So, I chose another path to find a god to inherit."

"In this world, there are many gods, but only the true Lord God can leave his divine aura behind when transcending this world to find his successor. Like the God of the Sea who chose you, the God of Light in Wuhun Palace

They are all in this category. It is so difficult to find the divine thoughts left by God. Even if I thought I had the power to penetrate the heaven and the earth, it would be difficult to find any clues. It was not until I entered the Killing City that I finally found it.

The breath of God. That is God Shura."

"There are actually two gods of evil thoughts in the world. One is the Shura God who is in charge of killing, and the other is the Rakshasa God who is in charge of evil thoughts. The Fallen City is the relic left behind when they transcended this world. The Shura God and the Rakshasa God

They are not twins, but they are eternal enemies. God Shura controls the purest killing energy, while God Rakshasa controls the power of evil. Only by restraining each other can they prevent chaos in the world.

At that time, I thought I had found the throne of God Shura, and I was very excited. God Shura also recognized my strength and ability, and gave me the test of God Shura. I passed the previous tests easily, after all.

At that time, I had reached the top level of human soul master. I still remember that I was very excited at that time. Becoming a god was a promise I made to a person. Only by fulfilling this promise could I have the power to find her.

I was finally able to be with her. However, in the next test, I gradually lost my way. When facing the blood-red nine-headed bat king, my heart had been eroded by evil thoughts, and the evil obsessions were peeled away from my body.

Later, my true heart was completely blocked, and my body became the parasite of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, turning me into the killing king you saw."

"It wasn't until I woke up just now that I realized that what I accepted at the time was by no means a pure test by God Shura. In that test, the breath of God Rakshasa was mixed. It was obviously that God Rakshasa was trying not to escape from this world when he transcended it.

Letting his heir encounter the obstruction of God Shura again and deliberately facing the divine will of God Shura also changed the original shape of the Killing City. This was originally just a place of killing the world, but it became a place of depravity and evil.

Asura God's spiritual thoughts are constantly being eroded and contaminated with countless impurities. It is precisely because of this that I was disturbed by Rakshasa God's spiritual thoughts, failed to complete the assessment of Shura God, and was completely trapped in evil thoughts.

The first bat king is parasitic."

"For so many years, the blood-red nine-headed bat king has been corroding my body, trying to truly invade my body and absorb all my energy. But my original heart still exists after all, and I continue to fight against it.

Fighting for control of the body. Until just now, with the help of the power of your Poseidon's Light, I finally broke through the barrier and used the sacred light breath of Poseidon's Light to eliminate all the evil thoughts left by the Rakshasa God in the mind of the Shura God.

Thus, I passed the eighth test of the Shura God and obtained the recognition of the Shura Holy Sword. Unfortunately, it was already too late, it was too late..."

At this time, Tang San suddenly spoke, "Senior, is the person you made a promise to, Senior Poseidon Douluo Bo Saixi?"

The King of Slaughter was already immersed in the pain he had experienced over the years. When he heard Tang San's question, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "How do you know? Did she ever tell you about this?"

The mystery in his heart suddenly became clear. Tang San did not directly answer the Slaughter King's words, but raised his left hand, "Look."

Black light surged, and in order not to arouse the Slaughter King's vigilance, Tang San deliberately slowed down the speed of condensing his soul power. A silky black light gradually formed on his left hand, and Haotian was engraved with the magic pattern of the Killing God Domain.

The hammer was held tightly in his palm.

The King of Slaughter's eyes froze, looking at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's left hand, the blood light around his body fluctuated violently, causing Tang San to take a few steps back before he could regain his balance.

"You..., you are a...child of...Haotian...sect..., whose child...are you...?" The Slaughter King's voice trembled, and blood and tears kept overflowing from his black eyes.

, making his face look a little ferocious.

Tang San said respectfully: "Father Tang Hao, senior, you..."

"Tang Hao, it turns out that you are Hao'er's son. It has been so many years, and even Hao'er's son has grown up so big. Okay, you are very good, very good... My name is Tang Chen, my child."

As he spoke, black light surged in his hand, and an extremely huge heavy hammer covered in dark golden magic patterns appeared in Tang Chen's hand. Although the shape of the hammer was hugely different from Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, it was

The real aura of the Clear Sky Hammer cannot be faked. It is the peerless martial spirit passed down from the Clear Sky Sect, and it is the peerless martial soul in its most peak form.

Seeing the real Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San didn't hesitate anymore, knelt down on the ground and worshiped, choking with sobs and shouted: "Great-grandfather." At this time, his emotions became extremely excited, and he couldn't help it.

Unexpectedly, the King of Slaughter in the Slaughter City turned out to be his great-grandfather.

The despair and pain in my heart have disappeared at this moment, and the doubts in my heart are suddenly clear. Yes! My great-grandfather also possesses a real artifact, and his cultivation level is far higher than his own, and he is defeated by his great-grandfather.

What kind of shame is that? Tang San was overjoyed to be able to help his great-grandfather regain his consciousness unintentionally. At this moment when he was most lacking in power, if his great-grandfather could lead the army, not only would the Haotian Sect have no problem returning to the mainland, but the soul masters of the two empires would also have no problem.

You can be considered a leader. I want to ask, who in the world can match the prestige of my great-grandfather? As the leader of the once number one sect in the world, a ninety-nine-level demigod peak Douluo, how powerful is that?

"Get up, get up quickly, good boy, let Great-grandfather take a good look at you." Tang Chen wanted to step forward to help Tang San, but when the bloody light on his body came to Tang San, a thick flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Sadly, I just supported him with my hands, but didn't touch him.

Because Tang San lowered his head, he didn't see the change in the expression in Tang Chen's eyes.

"Great-grandfather, you can make the decision for my father!" Tang San bowed again.

Tang Chen said in surprise: "You get up first, your father? What happened to Hao'er? He is the most promising person to inherit my mantle. Isn't he the leader of the Haotian Sect now? I have been trapped in the killing city for decades.

I don’t know what happened in the outside world. Faintly, I seemed to feel your father’s aura appearing around me. Please tell me in detail what happened.”

Tang San understood that the reason why Tang Chen had felt his father's aura was probably when his father passed through the Hell Road, the Capital of Killing, to obtain the Killing God Realm. It was a pity that the ancestors and grandsons could not recognize each other.

At the moment, he recounted the situation of the Haotian Sect in detail over the past few years, including the love between his father and his mother, the persecution of Wuhun Palace, the expulsion of the sect, the closure of the sect, and the current retreat of the Haotian Sect.

What was left out was spoken out.
To be continued...