Douluo: Haotian myth

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Although the King of Killing was injured by Tang Bufan's palm, it does not mean that he is weak. His previous performance alone is extremely terrifying, at least equivalent to a level 95 titled Douluo who has made all his strength. You must know that he has not released his martial arts yet.

Soul, and it is just a tentative attack.

Tang Hao glanced at the red light released by the King of Killing with fear. He could feel that it was not the realm of the God of Killing, but it was of the same origin, but it was above the realm of the God of Killing, and its power was terrifying.

Tang Bufan shook his sleeves, "King of Killing, take out all your strength and let me see your strength in ruling the capital of Killing!"

More than thirty meters away, the King of Killing slowly stood up from the ground, unable to help spew out a mouthful of blood mist again, his eyes full of disbelief.

Not only did he fail, but he was also injured.

Feeling the pain from his body, the King of Killing couldn't help but roar, and released a rich blood light all over his body and kept approaching Tang Bufan. It was not over yet. His hands were raised, and a pair of blood-red wings kept flapping, and a circle of blood-colored

The halo also continued to spread forward, carrying strong corrosive toxicity and special energy.

"Bastard, taste the taste of my killing field! This is the most domineering field in the world. It is more terrifying than your killing field. It is in my killing field. Unless you use the killing field, you can't try it.

Any soul skill.”

"Is that so, I dare to claim to be the strongest in the human realm? In my opinion, your killing field is no longer pure, and you are full of evil spirits. Let me purify you!" Tang Bufan wrinkled.

Frowning, a layer of strong purple light was released from his body, and in an instant it enveloped the surrounding woods.

It was also the first time that Tang Hao and Tang Xiao had seen the Thunder God Realm, and their eyes were shocked.

They seemed to have arrived in a purple world, and they could no longer feel the existence of the surrounding woods and the Haotian City in the distance. Whether it is the sky or the earth, a purple color, it is endless thunder and lightning.

At this moment, the King of Killing looked around in horror. The red light released from his killing field was rapidly melting and was quickly forced back into his body. The most terrifying thing was that he found himself locked by an extremely terrifying aura.

The strength was suppressed to the extreme and could not even move at all.

Tang Bufan said lightly, "King of Killing, let me purify the evil power in you!"

As he fell alive, the purple divine light fell from the sky and quickly enveloped the King of Killing. It was clearly seen that the King of Killing's face was filled with pain.

Tang Hao exclaimed, "Is this the real power of the gods? The gap is too big."

"Yes, just a realm of gods is enough to make us despair." Tang Xiao's eyes were a little dim.

The strength shown by the King of Killing is definitely not inferior to him, but facing Tang Bufan, a level 100-level true god, he has no power to resist at all, and he cannot even force Tang Bufan to take action.

Tang Bufan stared quietly at the King of Killing, with a little doubt in his eyes.

Just now, he actually sensed a familiar breath on the King of Killing, which made him show mercy. Otherwise, he would have killed an evil person like the King of Killing in one move.

In the center of the Thunder Realm, the body of the King of Killing was motionless, and the whole body was filled with purple divine light. It was the Thunder Light that was enough to purify any evil power, with an unparalleled power to destroy evil.

Time flowed slowly, and after about a minute, strange changes occurred in the King of Killing.

The sword-shaped blood-colored demon pattern on his forehead seemed to be stimulated by the power of Thunder God, and it came alive and began to flow red light. The red light continued to increase. After reaching a certain level, a red light began to appear on the surface of the King of Killing's body.

The misty color. Then, this red light began to repel the purple divine light and actively isolated this force.

Looking at this scene, a trace of suddenness and surprise flashed in Tang Bufan's eyes.

As the inheritor of Thunder God, how could he not understand what the sword-shaped magic pattern on the forehead of the King of Killing represents?

This is obviously the inheritance mark of a god, and he is very familiar with the red light on the body of the King of Killing.

Because he also has this power, it is the energy born after the Killing God Realm has entered the God-level level, and it belongs to the exclusive divine power of the god who created the Killing City.

In the distance, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao looked at this scene and couldn't help but say in surprise, "Xiao Fan, what happened to the King of Killing?"

Tang Bufan waved his hand and signaled them to watch quietly.

The changes in the King of Killing continue.

His pale face gradually returned to the normal redness of a normal person, and the blood-colored wings behind him broke into ashes inch by lightning. His long red hair and eyes gradually returned to the normal blackness, and the only thing that remains unchanged is his forehead.

Magic pattern on it.

The king of killing is just two people today compared to before.

His face became much younger, and he looked like a middle-aged man, looking very handsome. The evil spirits of the earlier disappeared and replaced by a sense of righteousness.

Tang Bufan's thoughts moved, and the purple divine light that purified the king of killing dissipated into nothingness.

Now, he was almost certain that the King of Killing was the Sect Master Tang Chen.

In the distance, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao looked at the current appearance of the King of Killing, their pupils shrank and their expressions were extremely excited. Although they had not seen each other for more than fifty years, they still recognized the identity of the King of Killing, which was them.

The grandfather of the two, the peerless Douluo Tang Chen.

At the same time, the King of Killing opened his dark eyes and looked at Tang Bufan, with a little disappointed expression and a very old and heavy voice.

"Is the pure power of thunder the power of Thunder God? Young man, you are really extraordinary. You have become a god so young!"

Tang Bufan said modestly, "I just have some opportunities. How dare I ask senior, is it Haotian Douluo Tang Chen?"

"I have retired from the Soul Master Realm for decades. At your age, it should be impossible to know me, right?" A glimmer flashed in the eyes of the King of Killing.

Tang Bufan smiled. The King of Killing was indeed as he guessed, and it was Tang Chen.

In the distance, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao flashed to Tang Chen when they heard this and said excitedly, "Grandfather, is it really you?"

"Are you Xiao'er and Hao'er?" The King of Killing was slightly stunned, looking at the two middle-aged men in front of him with a dull expression, and it took him a long time to confirm.

The two brothers Tang Xiao nodded repeatedly, and were so excited that they were extremely excited.

Suddenly, the three grandparents and grandchildren began to express their feelings to each other.

Tang Bufan looked at this scene and was booing.

In this life, his grandfather had long passed away, so he had never seen his grandfather.

After a while, the three of them ended the conversation.

Tang Chen looked at Tang Bufan with surprise. Although this disciple of the three generations of Haotian Sect was only in his early twenties, he reached level 100 with his own strength and achieved the realm of true gods, which is a myth.