The huge Haotian hammer stood in the void, releasing the overbearing pressure, as if it was the only one in this world!

"Haotian Hammer!!"

Tang San widened his eyes and stared at the hammer that was countless times bigger than his father's. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Who is this guy... who is this guy? Why does he have the Hammer?!"

The Haotian Hammer is a symbol of the Haotian Sect and is known as the world's number one martial soul. Only the direct disciples of the Haotian Sect can possess it. It is absolutely impossible for people from the outside world to have the Haotian Hammer.

But now, the King of Killing has released the Haotian Hammer, and it is bigger than his hammer. What is going on?

Tang San was confused and was not sure about the emergencies in front of him.

Fang Xuan suddenly said, "It's very simple, because that's your father!"

“???”

Tang San's mouth twitched slightly, and he glared at Fang Xuan fiercely, thinking that this guy was scolding him again.

Fang Xuan added: "Oh...grandfather!"

Tang San: "#￥&*!"

The true identity of the King of Killing is Tang Chen, the great-grandfather of Tang San. Among the people present, Fang Xuan knew about this. He kindly told the truth to Tang San, but this guy thought Fang Xuan was scolding him.

In this world, it's hard to be a good person~

As time passed, the appearance of the King of Killing changed drastically. The red eyes, which had been covered in blood and hatred, gradually returned to clearness and turned into deep black. The strange long blood-colored hair turned into black hair and spread behind her, and even her face had changed to a certain extent!

The former king of killing had an evil and ferocious face, but the current black-haired man has a very handsome face, a starry-eyed and majestic appearance, and a full of righteousness!

Not only that, the huge Haotian Hammer was changing rapidly, and in a moment, it turned into a three-meter-long blood-colored magic sword!

The King of Killing had a dark hair dissipated and his eyes were deep. He suddenly held the magic sword in his right hand. At the moment when he held the magic sword, a terrifying soul power spread out like a volcano erupting, sweeping across the eight wildernesses!

Within a radius of 1,000 meters, all the palaces and huge rocks turned into ashes? Even Fang Xuan, Tang San and Hu Liena were directly overturned by this terrifying soul power.

Is this kind of soul power fluctuation really terrible? It is completely above the titled Douluo? This is a power that only gods can possess!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The King of Killing shed two lines of blood and tears and suddenly burst into laughter? But the laughter was filled with endless sorrow.

"Did I win? Or lost? Everything has no meaning to me, and it has been like a dream for decades? But I have fallen into such a sin. Shura? What a Shura, after all, I still failed your test. This is not a mistake or right, but time and luck!"

The blood-colored demon sword is burning? It seems like the fire of anger that never extinguishes? In that sea of ​​corpses and blood, the black-haired man is in a state of crazy, crying bitterly and laughing, which makes people unable to understand.

After a long time? The black-haired man gradually recovered from the huge sadness and joy, becoming calm and calm? The pair of star-like eyes glanced at Fang Xuan, Tang San and Hu Liena, and said, "I want to thank you? If it weren't for you three, I don't know how long I would have been trapped in this demonic body..."

"Thank us? The King of Killing is actually thanking others? You are not the King of Killing? Who are you?" Tang San frowned? Scandal at the mysterious man in front of him with confusion. The huge Haotian Hammer that appeared just now made him feel confused. He was very curious about the true identity of this former King of Killing.

"What's going on?" Hu Liena was also confused, her beautiful eyes staring at the king of killing after her transformation.

Among the three, Fang Xuan was alone in silence and said nothing. He put his hands on his pillow and whistled boredly, waiting for Tang San's father's grandfather to introduce himself.

"Who am I? Hahahaha, it's been so long that I can't even remember who I am!"

The black-haired man looked sad and laughed to the sky. Two lines of blood and tears flowed down. He took a breath with difficulty, and felt mixed feelings in his heart. He sighed: "At that time, for a promise, I traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to find a way to become a god, but it was so difficult to become a god. How could the insurmountable gap between mortals and gods be easily crossed?

If you want to become a god, only the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years can help top-level strong men become gods in their bodies. However, thousands of years have passed too long, and even a titled Douluo may not be able to live that long!

Therefore, I chose another path to find a position to inherit!”

After pausing, the black-haired man's eyes looked like memories, he sighed and continued to tell his experiences. Tang San and Hu Liena were all attracted by the man's legendary experience, and they all listened with relish.

"However, it is not easy to find the inheritance land left by the gods. Even if I was invincible in the world at that time, it would be difficult to find the remains of the gods. It was not until I came to the capital of killing that I finally felt the breath of the gods, that is... Shura God!"

"In this world, there are actually two evil gods, 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. This city of killing is the remains of the gods left behind when they transcended the world. I was very happy and quickly gained the recognition of Shura God and began to test Shura God. Because I was already invincible in the mortal world at that time, the first few god tests passed easily, but later, I gradually lost, my heart was polluted by evil thoughts, and finally parasitized by the blood-red nine-headed bat king, and I became the king of killing you firmly, no one, no ghost!

"It was not until now that I woke up that the Shura God test was mixed with the aura of Rakshasa. It was not a pure Shura test. It should be a trap left by the Rakshasa God when he was transcending. Not long ago, this young man used that magic weapon to destroy the blood-red nine-headed bat king parasitized on me. Only then did I break out of the predicament, pass the eighth test of Shura God, and get the recognition of the Shura Holy Sword!"

Speaking of this, the black-haired man was mixed with emotion, showing a bitter smile, and sighed: "It's a pity that all this is too late..."

"Senior, who are you?!" Tang San couldn't help asking.

"My name is... Tang Chen, the third generation leader of Haotian Sect!" the black-haired man said calmly.

"Tang...Tang Chen? The leader of Haotian Sect, then you are mine..."

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes were red and tears filled his eyes. He walked to Tang Chen excitedly. He was about to recognize his ancestors, but he was kicked away by Fang Xuan.

At this time, Fang Xuan strode to Tang Chen, with a pure smile on his face, and said respectfully:
Chapter completed!