Douluo: Rebellious son of the Tang family

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom!!!"

The trees collapsed and shattered, and there were deep pits and cracks in the land.

This place in the wilderness not far from Shrek seemed to have been visited by some monster at this moment, and it was extremely devastated.

"…boom!"

Finally, after another blow.

The roaring that lasted for two hours finally stopped.

The screen switches back to the battlefield.

At this time, Yunchuan, who was in the state of a devilish muscleman, was breathing rapidly, and his clothes were torn, revealing his strong muscles. It could be seen that many parts of his body were bruised to varying degrees, obviously from being hit by a hammer.

Opposite him, Tang Hao, who was holding the Clear Sky Hammer, was breathing a little quickly at this time. It was obvious that two consecutive hours of high-intensity fighting was not easy for him. Looking at his clothes, he was also wearing

There were some damages, and a lot of bruises could be seen. Apparently later on, as Yunchuan's fighting skills improved, he was finally able to hit him.

Let’s stop here for the moment, during the intermission.

Flanders and Zhao Wuji, who had watched the whole battle from a distance, had gained a lot at this time. After all, it was rare to see high-level soul masters fighting, especially when one of them was the famous Haotian Douluo.

.A battle of this level must be inspiring to the two of them.

"It's over? No more fighting?" Zhao Wuji said with some unfinished thoughts after he came to his senses.

"I guess I shouldn't fight, after all, the time for burning incense has long passed." Flanders, who also had some unfinished thoughts, guessed hesitantly.

But unfortunately, they guessed wrong.

The real battle begins now!

"Haotian Douluo is indeed worthy of his reputation!" After resting for a while, Yun Chuan regained some of his strength, looked at Tang Hao not far away from the opposite side, and said, "I lost this battle."

"However, it's rare to have a fight with a titled Douluo. I still have one last trick. If I don't use it, I always feel like I'm missing something."

As he spoke, Kumokawa's originally muscular body began to shrink like a shriveled balloon. In the blink of an eye, it returned to its original lean posture.

"Oh, just use whatever tricks you have." Tang Hao became interested when he saw what he said.

"The move I'm going to use next is extremely powerful!" Yun Chuan slowly moved his hands and feet and said, "So you can use any soul skills or whatever. I want to see how I feel after using this move.

How different is the power from Titled Douluo?"

After finishing speaking.

The seventh soul ring floating around Yun Chuan shines brightly!

"The seventh soul skill...the true form of the martial soul!"

After a soul master reaches level 70, no matter what soul ring he acquires, the soul skills he possesses will be unified and called the martial soul true form. The beast martial soul is the soul master's entire body transformed into a martial soul, while the weapon martial soul is

It is a weapon that is amplified and controlled by the soul master's thoughts to attack people.

Yun Chuan has two martial spirits, namely the Supreme Clear Sky Hammer and the Goddess of Life. Now only the Clear Sky Hammer has a martial spirit attached to it. The Goddess of Life is still a blank slate. Therefore, he definitely does not have any martial soul avatars to release. So now

He was actually pretending to fool Tang Hao and Flanders, Zhao Wuji and others not far away.

After shouting out the martial spirit avatar, a blue silver grass suddenly appeared in Yun Chuan's hand. Then the blue silver grass automatically broke away from his hand, and his whole body began to bloom with a vibrant emerald green light!

Tang Hao just watched quietly, but his whole aura was ready, and the nine shining soul rings around him were releasing invisible pressure. It was obvious that he could launch a thunderous strike at any time!

Flanders and Zhao Wuji were watching from a distance, wanting to see what other moves he had, and how dare he let the dignified Titled Douluo attack with all his strength.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present.

The blue silver grass that escaped from Yun Chuan's hand released a dazzling light!

This light is so dazzling and eye-catching.

Everyone at the stabbing scene couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

Finally, the light gradually dimmed.

When everyone's eyes could see clearly again, they discovered that where the Bluesilver Grass was originally, there had been a beautiful figure that was not stained by the mortal world~

A woman in a flowing long skirt came into view.

This woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long azure hair hanging down her back, and a vibrant emerald green dress covering her whole body. Her luxurious and elegant temperament set off her extraordinary beauty, and her azure eyes

Her eyes are as flawless as blue crystals. The beauty of Zhong Ling is as if she is the center of the world. She is so beautiful that everything around her is eclipsed in an instant!

"...A Yin!"

But looking at the familiar figure in front of him, who seemed to be carved into his soul, Tang Hao fell into a sluggish state, and he just muttered these two words.

Not far away, Yun Chuan saw Tang Hao's reaction, but he was not surprised at all. After all, although he had never met his biological mother in this life, he knew with his toes that the martial spirit inherited from his biological mother must be the same as that of Tang Hao.

The biological mothers look very similar, maybe even exactly the same.

This is his life-saving trick - protecting his mother's body!

Before he started fighting with Tang Hao, he had already prepared that as a last resort, he would "inadvertently" summon the Martial Spirit of the Goddess of Life to prove his identity.

After all, when Tang Hao saw this Wuhun who looked exactly like his wife, he would definitely make some guesses about his identity. He would guess that he was another son taken away by the Wuhun Palace.

And facing this long-lost son, how could Tang Hao still take action?

This is the reason why Yunchuan was so confident that he was not afraid of Tang Hao lurking in the dark, and he would slap Tang San whenever he asked.

"What a special martial spirit avatar!" In the distance, Flanders, who had recovered from the astonishing beauty of the goddess of life, martial arts, couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yes, this is the first time I have seen such a special martial soul avatar." Zhao Wuji also subconsciously agreed.

And now in the battlefield.

Tang Hao finally recovered from the shock that the young man's martial soul avatar was exactly the same as his wife. He thought of something from the special martial soul avatar in front of him.

Does Wuhun's real body happen to look the same as Ah Yin?

No!

There is no such coincidence in the world.

Judging from the appearance of the true form of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit, if the young man in front of him has nothing to do with Ah Yin, even if he beat Tang Hao to death, he would not believe it. Then there is only one truth.

That child twelve years ago.

The child taken away by Wuhun Palace!

At this moment, Tang Hao was almost certain that the young man in front of him was the child who was taken away by Wuhun Palace.

"You...are from Wuhun Palace." He looked at Yunchuan with extremely complex eyes, feeling guilty, relieved, and regretful. It was a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.

I feel guilty that I didn't protect this child well back then. I'm happy that this child didn't seem to have suffered any abuse. He grew up well and was obviously well-educated. He is a Soul Saint at such a young age.

But what I regret is that now this child has been raised by Wuhun Palace and has grown up. I am afraid that even if I tell this child the truth now, he will not believe it. Even if he reluctantly believes it in the end, it can really make him abandon the darkness and turn to the light.

,Leave the Wuhun Palace?

Think about it and know that it is impossible. One is the person who raised you since childhood, and the other is your biological father who appeared out of nowhere. Which one is more important, the grace of childbirth or the grace of nurturing?

Just thinking about the difficulties he would face against Wuhun Palace in the future, Tang Hao felt like he had a splitting headache! He also became more and more resentful towards Wuhun Palace.

If Wuhundian hadn't interfered with it back then, he wouldn't have been separated from his biological son for twelve years now. In the future, he might have to stand on the opposite side and fight to the death!

Wuhun Palace really has a deep plan.

What a sinister plot!

Tang Hao was furious at this moment!

"...How do you know?" Yun Chuan showed a look of confusion at the right time, then waved his hand and said: "Never mind, take my last move!"

After finishing speaking, Yunchuan began to form seals with his hands. After all, the move he was going to perform next was inspired by that anime. Without the seals, it always felt like it lacked a sense of ritual.

"Self-created soul skills..."

As Yunchuan shouted loudly, the surrounding land began to churn and roll, and vine-like plants broke out of the ground, entangled with each other, and merged with each other... eventually turning into a thirty-meter-tall humanoid behemoth.

After this behemoth took shape, the spirit of the Goddess of Life turned into a ray of light and blended into it like lightning... Suddenly, the originally rough form of the behemoth gradually became delicate, and its face gradually gained facial features... and finally became the same as the Goddess of Life.

The appearance is exactly the same.

"...Thousand-Armed Guanyin!" Yunchuan finally finished his words.

At this time, a beautiful and huge thing appeared on the scene. There was no doubt that it was a statue of Guanyin, with a solemn appearance. The hands were clasped together, but behind it there were hundreds of arms, forming a formation similar to ***

Ordinary stuff.

Looking at the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue with the face of his wife in front of him, he felt the strong sense of oppression emanating from it! Tang Hao felt a little relieved unconsciously. After all, this was a soul skill created by his son. His son

With such a genius, I would naturally feel gratified.

But soon, when he thought that the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue in front of him was used to hit him, his relief was immediately lost in Java.

"Take the move!"

After Yunchuan shouted, his whole body also turned into a ray of light and merged into the Thousand-Armed Guanyin Statue. Suddenly, the entire Guanyin Statue seemed to come alive. He opened his eyes gently, and the blue light in his eyes was clear. It was obvious that he was controlling it at this time.

This Thousand-Armed Guanyin is because he didn't run away.

"boom!"

The hundreds of arms behind Thousand-Hand Guanyin all began to move, stretching and extending, with terrifying power. They struck and slashed in the direction of Tang Hao!

Facing the hundreds of huge arms that came densely, Tang Hao had no way to hide. He could only pick up the hammer and start fighting. This time he used his soul skill, and with just one swing of the hammer, there was a terrifying storm.

He came out and easily destroyed many huge arms that were close to him.

But then, the destroyed arm instantly grew back to its original state, and at the same time, more arms came slapping from all directions. Continuously!

Tang Hao kept swinging the hammer and easily defused the massive attack! However, although he dealt with it easily, he had no intention of fighting in his heart. After all, he suddenly saw his long-lost son, and now he had to deal with his son.

It's really too difficult for him to do it.

Finally, after using a little more force to destroy the huge arm that was close to him, Tang Hao actually put away his martial spirit, turned around and ran away. Obviously, he no longer wanted to tangle with him anymore.

At this time, Tang Hao was in a state of confusion and had no intention of fighting at all.