Douluo Continent: The Road to God

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Poseidon vs Fart God (Part 2)

"Puff - bang -" A stream of brown gas spurted out from a certain part of the Golden Holy Dragon's back. After being infected by the gas, the surrounding trees fell down like wheat. After a while, even

The shadows were gone, as if they had never existed. This devouring speed was even faster than the devouring of the Eight Spider Spears.

"I have a little sausage." Oscar said his wretched second soul skill. With the tacit understanding among the Shrek Seven Monsters, there was no need to remind anyone who did what at what time.

Tang San couldn't help but be shocked: If the master could reach the level of Titled Douluo, and coupled with the soul fusion skill, wouldn't he be invincible? It seems that he still underestimated this golden holy dragon, but then again, he can possess

The Degeneration of the Golden Holy Dragon - Luo Sanpao, as the master of martial arts, can be regarded as a strange flower in the world of soul masters.

In this brownish-yellow gas, only Tang San could see everything clearly with his strong mental power. The rest of the people could only see clearly everything in the Blue Silver Domain and the Poseidon Domain. In fact, this was already considered very lucky.

If it weren't for Tang San's Poseidon Domain and Blue Silver Domain, maybe they would have been like those trees. In order to let everyone see the battle clearly, Tang San used mental power sharing with the Seven Monsters and Bai Chenxiang.

"Eh——?" Zhu Zhuqing asked: "Why is there a blue silver field next to it?"

Girls are very attentive. Even in battle, they will pay careful attention to everything around them.

Tang San said: "I released it. Haven't you noticed that the only one protecting us now is the Poseidon Realm? The Blue Silver Realm is just to prevent Ma Min'er and the others from being suffocated to death in this poisonous gas."

Ning Rongrong smiled and said: "Hehe, it seems that the third brother is more careful than women. Haha, how different is Xiao Ao, who ignores small details all day long. Xiao Wu, you are so lucky!"

Oscar looked at Xiao Wu who was standing proudly on the side and said helplessly: "Rong Rong, how could I not care about the details?"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled and said: "Puch, I didn't know it was the seventh soul skill of the sausage uncle. It was so wretched that it turned into a golden fly." After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face had two blushes.

The Golden Holy Dragon let out a few lewd laughs and said: "Hey, how are you? This move of mine can be considered a signature move. You won't be smoked to death by me!"

Tang San said calmly: "Are the two soul skills of farting like thunder, shattering the sky and the earth, farting like smoke, and hypnosis and slumber mixed together?" He did not add the words "Luo Sanpao", otherwise, the expression on the golden holy dragon's face

What will it look like?

The Golden Holy Dragon was shocked and said: "You...how did you know?"

When Tang San was about to say something, Xiao Wu jumped out and said: "If I don't know yet, then he is a fool. My teacher's martial spirit is the degeneration of the Golden Holy Dragon, called Luo Sanpao."

"What!" The tone of the Golden Holy Dragon was full of disbelief and excitement. "There really is a Golden Holy Dragon as a martial spirit. I can finally have a successor."

"What is the inheritance? Is it a slander?" Ma Hongjun asked doubtfully.

"Haha, you are right, Fatty. A soul beast that has reached a million years is itself a god. It is a god, so of course there are gods to slander. It seems that the teacher's good luck has come." Tang San said.

Dai Mubai looked at the Golden Holy Dragon with strange eyes and said, "Xiao San, are you right? Even this thing can be said to be slanderous?"

Tang San smiled and nodded, expressing his acquiescence. But the Golden Holy Dragon was unhappy and said: "You brat, how dare you say that this Holy Dragon is a toy? Are you looking for death?" After saying that, he stretched out his dragon claw and waved a few times.

Down.

"Then what kind of god are you?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"Uh... this... this..." The Golden Holy Dragon was speechless for a moment.

"Damn! You don't answer? I don't think you're a good slanderer." Oscar said disdainfully.

Tang San winked at him and asked the Golden Holy Dragon to continue speaking.

"I am an authentic god, an authentic... fart god..."