Douluo: Haotian myth

Hunyuan Immortal Courtyard.

Tang Bufan was lying quietly on the sofa in the living room, and his mind kept moving.

As a peerless Douluo, the leader of Tang Chen had to become a god and could only find a god position to inherit it. As for believing in becoming a god, I am afraid that he would not have considered it at all, otherwise he would not have left Haotian Sect.

There are actually not many gods born in Douluo Continent, but only the first-level gods can leave a breath of divine thoughts and a fixed inheritance land when transcending the world. As for the second-level gods and third-level gods, they even leave a inheritance land.

Hidden in a rare place, and it requires special conditions to be triggered before it can be recognized by the gods.

The Sect Master Tang Chen could only choose a first-level god to inherit the divine position.

All known first-level god inheritance lands have masters, and the unknown are the two places, the capital of killing and the sea of ​​fire.

Among them, Tang Chen is obviously not in the Burning Sky and Fire Sea, and the most likely one is in the City of Killing.

Although he had been to the City of Killing, his strength was too weak at that time and he had very limited knowledge of it.

Thinking of this, Tang Bufan felt that he needed to go to the capital of Killing.

Moreover, he has been away from the Sea God Island for more than two years, so it is time to go back and see Gu Nihuang and the others.

After thinking about these questions clearly, Tang Bufan began to enter the cultivation.

As he began to practice, a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered from all over the world, and soon it drowned Tang Bufan's body.

City of Killing.

Deep in the inner city, the blood-red eyes of the King of Killing were flashing with rage.

Several knights were kneeling in front of him, each of which exuded a powerful aura.

"The great king, after the people of the city drank the bloody Mary, their bodies continued to heat up and their blood continued to evaporate. The more they drank, the more they backed down. Today, fifty people died, which caused great panic in the city.

If this continues, it won’t take long to go on our killing capital, and we may die in name only.”

The City of Killing suppressed its anger, "It must have been done by the newly promoted killing gods. If I had known this, I would have killed them directly at the beginning."

Several powerful law enforcement team members whispered.

A moment later, the King of Killing announced, "I go out to find those gods of killing, and I will leave the capital of Killing to you!"

"Abide by the orders of His Majesty the King of Killing!"

......

Half a month later.

On that day, Tang Bufan, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao were walking in the city to patrol.

Suddenly, Tang Bufan's progress was paused, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Tang Xiao said strangely, "Xiaofan, what happened?"

Tang Bufan did not speak, but instead stretched out his right hand, and the Haotian Sword slowly emerged.

The golden red magic pattern automatically emerged on the tip of its sword, and there was an urge to release it. However, the Haotian Sword has evolved into a magic weapon. Even if the sword spirit Xiaojiu is sleeping, it is not a mere killing god field that can be rude, even if it does not have the ability to be ruthless.

He has evolved to the god level and is still bound to the sword. He cannot be released without Tang Bufan's permission.

Tang Hao said in surprise, "Abnormal movements in the realm of the Killing God?"

After saying that, he summoned his own Haotian Hammer, and there was no change in the blood-colored Killing God Realm.

Tang Bufan glanced at Tang Hao's Killing God Realm and said with great interest, "It's interesting. He actually dared to lock in my Killing God Realm. It seems that he was coming for me."

"Xiaofan, do you know who the other party is?" Tang Xiao and Tang Hao looked strange.

Tang Bufan nodded, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, "The other party is one of my acquaintances, and I happened to look for him, but I didn't expect him to come to him."

After saying that, Tang Bufan flashed his light and directly wiped out the spiritual power in the realm of the God of Killing.

At the same time, somewhere outside Haotian City, a blood-colored figure groaned, and a ray of shock and doubt flashed in his eyes, but it soon returned to the previous murderous intent.

The two brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao were a little confused and didn't quite understand the meaning of Tang Bufan's words.

Tang Bufan flew into the air and flew in a certain direction outside the city.

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao followed immediately.

In the woods two kilometers outside Haotian City, Tang Bufan slowly fell down, and a tall figure opposite him seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He was wearing a blood-colored robe, wearing a cloak, with a pale face and a murderous intent in his eyes. This person is no one else, but the master of the capital of killing and the king of killing.

After nearly ten years of separation, the King of Killing has changed a lot compared to that year.

First, many strange blood-colored demon patterns appeared on his pale skin. Secondly, there was a sword-shaped demon pattern on his forehead. Finally, a pair of huge blood-red wings were born on his back, which looked very similar.

The wings of the blood-colored bat he met on the road of hell, but the breath was even more evil and powerful.

At this moment, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao have also arrived.

Tang Hao even frowned and whispered, "King of Killing."

Tang Xiao suddenly realized that he was the master of the City of Killing, no wonder his aura was so powerful.

Tang Bufan said calmly, "King of Killing, you ran from the capital of Killing to Haotian City, I wonder what you are asking for?"

"Despicable humans, but you put poison in the great blood river, causing the people of the killing capital to be backfired and one by one to die. What kind of poison is it? As long as you take out the antidote, I can give it to it.

You all have fun." The King of Killing roared, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Tang Bufan suddenly realized that someone poisoned the bloody river below the capital of killing, causing those who had drunk bloody Mary to be backfired by toxins, thus bringing disaster to the capital of killing. The bloody river is impossible for ordinary people to contact.

But anyone who has walked through the road of hell can get in touch with it. Neither he nor An Yao poisoned it. If nothing unexpected happens, the person who poisoned it must be Tang San.

Thinking of this, Tang Bufan smiled, "King of Killing, you are so lucky, those poisons did not poison you!"

"It's not that easy to poison me. Not only did you not poison me, but you also mutated my body and became stronger. But I just couldn't master it. Junior, hand over the antidote quickly, I can

I will leave you a complete corpse." The red light in the eyes of the King of Killing became increasingly strong, and I could hardly help but take action to end Tang Bufan's life.

Tang Bufan was unmoved, "Don't say I don't have an antidote, even if I have an antidote, I won't give you it. The City of Killing has become what it is now, that's its fate. As for what you said to keep my whole body, then

It depends on whether you have that ability!"

"Damn it, you dare to fool me, go to die!" The King of Killing was furious.

The next moment, his body burst into terrifying blood. At the same time, his body flashed and he had already arrived in front of Tang Bufan. He had long red armor on his palms, attacking Tang Bufan's heart like sharp claws.

It is clear that the King of Killing wants to end Tang Bufan's life with one blow.

Facing such a fierce attack by the King of Killing, even the two brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao looked extremely serious.

Tang Bufan did not dodge at all, and allowed the two claws of the King of Kill to hit his heart. Unfortunately, the King of Kill did not get what he wanted, because a layer of nine-color shield suddenly appeared on the surface of Tang Bufan's skin.

Immediately afterwards, a nine-colored palm hit his chest in the astonished gaze of the King of Killing, and then he flew backwards, with blood flying from his mouth.