Douluo: Possess Eight Magic Skills

"Hahaha," Mo Lin laughed a few times in a very strange voice: "I thought I had indulged in the past two months and ate too much, and I was afraid that I would lose my appetite. I didn't expect everyone to be so kind. It was delivered directly, if I am full this time, I should be able to stop for a while."

In an instant, the people surrounding Mo Lin suddenly felt an extremely powerful murderous aura, which was violent and pure, wandering in the air unscrupulously. After coming to the capital of killing, Mo Lin completely released his murderous aura and killing intent for the first time.

Relying on the Taoist mantra, what Mo Lin can do is not to shut out the murderous aura permeating the killing capital or to clear the murderous aura in his body, but to perfectly control it after completely absorbing it. Just use it, don't use it if you don't want to use it, don't be influenced by the outside world, and only follow your own will.

With the accumulation of eight months of killing and his understanding of death after dying of illness in his previous life, the effect of Mo Lin's murderous aura at this moment was like the presence of God Shura, which directly alarmed Tang Chen.

"What's going on here!" Tang Chen stood up from his seat and flew straight into the air, looking at the source of the monstrous murderous aura, he even felt the Shura Demon Sword in his hand vibrating non-stop.

"Ah!" Tang Chen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight back to his room.

Falling heavily to the ground, Tang Chen spit out a mouthful of blood again, and the Shura Demon Sword fell a few meters in front of him.

"Asura Demon Sword..."

Tang Chen looked at the Shura Demon Sword a few meters away from him in extreme horror, as if the sword was already a thousand meters away from him. out his right hand,

"Puff!"

Tang Chen's pupils dilated to the extreme, just so suddenly, without any warning, the Shura Demon Sword suddenly floated up, aimed at him, and directly penetrated into his abdomen. When he reacted, he could already clearly feel that this sword was constantly sucking away his Death God Domain, his life energy and his affinity!

Tang Chen panicked, and so did the blood-red nine-headed Bat King parasitic on him. Tang Chen was flustered because he had passed the first seven tests of God Shura, but now the Shura Demon Sword kept taking back the affinity for God Shura he had obtained in the first seven tests. The blood red nine-headed Bat King panicked because its purpose was to absorb all the energy in Tang Chen's body, but now its own energy was being continuously sucked away by the Shura Demon Sword. For the first time, these two enemies, who had been stalemate for a hundred years, chose to cooperate. They controlled both hands to hold the hilt of Shura's Demon Sword, and pulled the sword out of their bodies with all their strength.

However, no matter how much force they used and constantly changed direction, the sword would not move at all. Even if they wanted to use this sword to make a bigger cut on their body, they would still be unable to do so. It seemed to be standing still in Tang Dynasty. morning belly.

"No! I finally passed the first seven exams, why! God Shura! Why are you doing this!"

With the weakness of the blood-red nine-headed Bat King, Tang Chen finally regained control of his body, but he could only roar unwillingly at the sky, but this "roar" was only audible to him, because in Shura Under the absorption of the magic sword, Tang Chen's own life energy was also almost absorbed, and he could no longer make any complete sound. Even if other people stood beside him, they could only hear him roaring like a wild beast .

At the end of his life, a beautiful figure appeared in Tang Chen's eyes.

The beautiful figure that appeared in front of him was Tang Chen's favorite person in his life, the High Priest of Sea God Island, Bo Saixi.

"Bo Saixi, Bo Saixi..."

Tang Chen tried his best to stretch out his hand, trying to touch the beautiful figure in front of him, but the shadow was still a shadow, and he couldn't touch anything:

"Sorry, I can't fulfill my promise..."

Tang Chen closed his eyes weakly, and his body that lost his vitality didn't even allow him to die with peace in his eyes. He could only leave this world forever full of regrets.

And in two places in the world, the only two peerless douluo who had achieved great success in this world felt something.

Wuhun City, Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu stood up suddenly, his expression was full of sadness and unbelievable.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Golden Crocodile Douluo had never seen Qian Daoliu make such an action and show such an expression.

Qian Daoliu ignored Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, but walked slowly outside the Douluo Hall.

For the first time in decades, Qian Daoliu walked out of the Douluo Palace. He looked in a direction that he didn't know, with vicissitudes in his eyes:

"Old friend, did you fail in the end?"

After watching for a while, Qian Daoliu sighed and said:

"This is fate, but for her, it is really..."

Qian Daoliu turned around, didn't want to say a word, just let two tears fall from the corner of his eyes, and walked slowly back into Douluo Hall.

Everything was so peaceful on Sea God Island. The high priest Bo Saixi was resting, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, but the pain disappeared after a short time.

After being a Peerless Douluo for so many years, Bo Saixi's body has never been in such a condition. She can be sure that the pain is definitely not due to any problem with her body. Thinking of this, a bad guess appeared in her mind:

"No, no, he was the only one who reached level ninety-nine by himself, and I'm still alive, so it's impossible for him to be like that, just like that..."

Bo Saixi didn't dare to continue talking to herself, because the next word was the last thing she wanted to face. But Bo Saixi knew very well in her heart that there was nothing else possible, except for the man's departure, what else could make her feel such a sharp pain?

In an instant, Bo Saixi seemed to have aged several decades, like an ordinary old man lying on his bed, ready to explain his funeral at any time.

killing capital,

Mo Lin crushed the last enemy's head, stretched his waist, and looked around the streets and buildings painted red with blood. Hands, feet, heads, and various internal organs were scattered all over the place. The scene was almost as tragic as ever. Words can describe this scene.

Of course, not all the people who surrounded Mo Lin died here. Many people had just finished listening to Mo Lin's words and feeling Mo Lin's murderous aura, and then ran away with their pants wet or fainted on the spot.

For these people, Mo Lin was too lazy to chase them, and he didn't bother to make up the knife. He had to plan for the future game. It's better to wait for these people to kill them in the hell killing field.

But Mo Lin didn't go back right away, but looked in one direction, because he always felt that something big happened in that direction when he was disposing of the garbage just now.