Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

The city of killing.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"My grandfather!"

With a drunken tone, Tang San shouted with all his strength.

——Taking blood as a guide

The secret method of blood tracing helped Tang San find the location of his grandfather, who happened to be the leader of the Killing City.

"King of Slaughter!"

Looking back in surprise, the King of Slaughter became somewhat interested: "The city of killing has been around for a long time. I have seen humble beggars and crazy sadists, and I better understand the careerists who destroy the world."

"But."

"What the hell, this is the first time I've met my grandfather."

The unexpected actions of an unexpected person give rise to inexplicable interest, and even show the generosity of a strong man.

"Since you call me grandfather, I can recognize you as my great-grandson!"

"I can protect you and live in peace in the city of killing."

After hearing this answer, Tang San was obviously not satisfied with this ending: "No!"

"You are my grandfather, not my adopted grandfather!"

"Grandpa, my father is Tang Hao, who is also your grandson. He was killed by Han Tao. You must avenge him!"

Gritting his teeth to vent his inner anger.

The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed slightly: "Tang Hao?"

"You mean, the God of Death Tang Hao?"

With a polite smile, Tang Hao's strength was even two points stronger than it.

Han Tao can kill himself if he can kill Tang Hao.

He patted Tang San's shoulder gently: "Don't worry, kid!"

"As you said, yes. What's your name, Han Tao?"

"If he comes to the killing city, I will definitely avenge you, but now I can't get out of here."

Wanton and arrogant, he smiled a little "Jie Jie Jie".

After he finished speaking, he ignored Tang San, his eyes were cruel and full of murderous intent.

The guard on the same side ordered: "Arrange several regional killing fields for him, so that my great-grandson can experience the baptism of blood."

"Only if he can survive will I recognize his identity. The City of Killing never accepts waste."

The blank expression was Tang San's only reflection at this moment.

Grandfather seems to have been found, but it seems that he has not been found.

[Hell’s Killing Fields, Begin]

Compared to the National Elite Spirit Master Competition, the competition here was too cruel, but Tang San liked it here.

Because killing the enemy and using hidden weapons will not be blocked by the referee, even killing the referee is nothing.

"Dragon Beard Needle!"

"One Thousand and One Nights!"

Hundreds of dragon-bearded needles are scattered in the killing fields of hell, and the killers without soul power have no ability to resist under the terrifying hidden weapons.

Easily win the game.

"Relying on external things? It's a weak trick after all."

Regret flashed in the Slaughter King's eyes.

He originally wanted to use the Hell Killing Fields to kill Tang San to prevent Tang Chen from regaining consciousness, but he didn't expect that he survived.

"He is not a grandfather"

Tang San had a guess in his mind.

He hides his thoughts and his extremely humble attitude makes it difficult for people to be wary.

The King of Slaughter obviously didn't care.

But for a soul king, what threat can he pose to himself if he loses his soul power?

"perhaps."

"Perhaps my grandfather, just like me before, was taken over by some evil soul beast, and his consciousness and body were taken away."

"Then how do I wake him up?"

Suddenly, scarlet air surged, reminding Tang San of the sadness of his father's death.

Under the pain, some inspiration was born in his heart.

"Father, before he died, he seemed to wake up for a moment?"

Although he doesn't understand the instincts of the physical body, he doesn't understand the means of forcibly escaping from the illusion.

But he already knew that he only needed to experience the crisis of life and death to awaken his grandfather's soul.

"Grandpa, believe me!"

Twisting his fingers, he stayed on "Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night".

The soul guide contains the most powerful mechanical hidden weapon forged by the Force Clan: Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus!

take it off, throw it out,

The light is scattered!

"--ah?"

The King of Killing exclaimed.

In this place, no one can challenge his majesty, and no one can threaten his status.

Under the endless compliments, he seemed to have lost his vigilance. When the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus bloomed, the dazzling splendor overwhelmed his body, mind, and soul.

"Haotian Hammer!"

The bones of the fingers suddenly clenched, and the body's instinct and will returned.

Tang Chen held his martial spirit.

The thundering fire blooming from the Buddha's Furious Tang Lotus and the scattered blades were lifted off by the rough yet precise air waves.

Like the stirring of the cloak, like the miniaturization of the Great Sumeru Hammer, the power of the hidden weapon is completely blocked.

"I am."

Tang Chen looked around blankly.

Staring at his own body, at his own bloodline, at his own martial soul, and at the same Clear Sky Hammer not far away.

He asked: "Who are you?"

Secret joy flashed in his eyes, and Tang San raised his head: "Grandfather, grandfather, are you awake?"

"Grandpa, I am Tang San, and I am Tang Hao's son!"

"Tang Hao's son never expected that even my grandson would have a son."

Get familiar with your own body, feel the return of strength, will, and soul power, as well as the body occupied by the nine-headed bat.

The nine-headed bat wants to escape.

However, just as it activated its body, Tang Chen summoned his soul power and will.

【Killing Field】

Murderous aura is the macroscopic manifestation of soul power.

Killing intent is the ultimate transformation of spiritual power.

The two intertwined, and the will of the nine-headed bat was instantly annihilated, and the remaining organizational structure had merged with Tang Chen's body.

"Great-grandson, can you tell me what happened recently on Douluo Continent?"

Tang Chen asked casually, his expression indifferent.

Because he was determined that no one in the world could compete with him.

"My father Tang Hao is dead!"

"Ah?"

A trace of doubt flashed across his face, because as far as he knew, there were only a handful of soul masters in the world who could pose a threat to Tang Hao.

"Who did it?" Tang Chen asked.

"Han Tao, Han Tao of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!"

"And Han Tao also captured my master, grandfather, you must avenge my father."

With a hint of anger, Tang Chen stood up suddenly.

On the Clear Sky Hammer, nine soul rings flashed one after another: black, black, black, black, black, red, red, black, red.

The majestic soul power and murderous intent enveloped the entire Killing City.

This obscure area. All soul masters felt waves of depression in their hearts.

"Han Tao from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, tell me about his intelligence!"

Based on common sense, Tang Chen thought Han Tao should be the newly rising Titled Douluo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. If he is not a peerless Douluo, he must be a peak Douluo.

But when he heard that Han Tao was only a Soul Emperor.

He couldn't help but drop his jaw in shock: "Are you saying that Han Tao used some means to make Tang Hao fall into a deep sleep?"

"Then he shot him to death with a bow that even a great soul master could draw, and you and the two hundred thousand year soul beasts were right next to him, powerless?"

Tang Chen flashed a doubt.

How the hell is this possible?

"Great-grandson, please don't treat me like an idiot?"

"But that's the fact!"

Tang San's tone was anxious, and he wanted to explain something else.

But his grandfather grabbed his collar and walked out of the Slaughter City.

"Let's go back to the Clear Sky Sect first!"

The Titled Douluo was very fast, and Tang Chen arrived at the site of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Confused: "What's going on?"

Turning to look at Tang San, he also explained: "Because Tang Hao seriously injured Qianxunji, the Haotian Sect was afraid of being held accountable by the Spirit Hall, so they chose to hide from the world"

"What?" Tang Chen was angry.

Even when Tang Hao died, he was not so angry.

"Haotian Sect, when did you become a bunch of losers?"

"Tang San, take me to Haotian Sect!"

Weighing the Haotian Hammer in his hand, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.