Douluo's Angel and Knight

"What to do next, Mubai?" On the way to evacuate, two figures supporting each other were talking to each other.

At the same time, they were still looking around vigilantly.

"Let's go find my eldest brother and join them first. Their team is stronger."

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. There was nothing he could do about it. The more powerful people from the Noumenon Sect were all concentrated in Jaynes' team.

Otherwise, why would they have been stolen by the clown Tang San and escaped?

"Don't let me catch you, Tang San!"

Under the cover of night, the entire second team of the Noumenon Sect declared that they would kill Tang San.

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"God Shura! Hall of Spirits! Camelot!..."

Under the night, a sudden howl startled the crows all over the place.

As the crows flew into the night sky, they couldn't help but look back curiously at the figure on the ground.

If they could talk, they would probably complain: "We thought we could get extra food, but why did we suddenly come to life?"

Tang San, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly stretched his hands to the sky, his face filled with hatred and anger.

'God Shura! God Shura!'

First, he called out to the broken bloody sword in the Consciousness Sea, and after confirming that there was no response from it for a short period of time, Tang San completely relaxed his mind.

'No matter how much you ignore me or look down on me, I eventually became an existence beyond the God King in my previous life, and I have been in charge of Douluo Planet for tens of thousands of years!'

Yes, he figured it out. No matter what plans God Shura had, no matter what Wuhun Palace wanted to do, didn't he still become the God King in his previous life?

After all, he is still the number one soul master with unrivaled talent, the Poseidon Tang San who can be called the God King of Wisdom!

This is proven by past life experience!

A group of losers and defeated subordinates cannot affect him!

Struggling to stand up again, Tang San stumbled and began to look around cautiously.

It's not that he was injured too badly, the scars scratched by the wind have begun to scab. It's just that after lying motionless for most of the day, the sudden movement of his body felt a little uncomfortable and unaccustomed.

"Martial Soul Hall, you are still as arrogant as ever!"

No one could be seen around, and the few contestants from Wuhun Hall had left as expected, not even bothering to look at him.

He didn't even bother to arrange a backup plan, as if he was really trash.

I'm a little happy, but also a little sad.

Fortunately, Wuhun Palace had let him go, but he felt sad that he was treated like garbage.

It was clear that in his previous life, the Spirit Hall was a formidable enemy to him, and even in the spirit master competition, two titled masters were sent to lead countless spirit masters, and mobilized a large number of troops to assassinate him.

But now, he is not even qualified to let others wave his hand. It is really ironic that he, the mighty Poseidon, has fallen into his current situation.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the depressed feeling in his heart, he first pulled off the rags on his body. The armor and clothes had become tattered by the wind blades during the day, and they could no longer perform their basic functions.

Then Tang San collected reeds on the ground and weaved a simple apron to cover his shame, and then stepped towards a direction.

Although in theory there is nothing to cover, but precisely because there is none, he needs a cover far more than normal people...

Just thinking of this, Tang San's fat face couldn't help but twitch again.

In the past, he didn't care about this. As long as he had the eyes of ice and fire, rebirth of a severed limb was not a problem.

But now the two eyes of ice and fire obviously have nothing to do with him.

In other words, he really became a disabled person.

"Fortunately, it's not damaged." Shaking away the scattered thoughts in his mind, Tang San bent down and picked up the scroll-type soul guide on the ground.

Yes, he still needs this now, and he also needs to compete in the Soul Master Competition, which he could have given up long ago.

Even if the Wuhun Palace has already known about his existence, even if his every move may have been under the surveillance of the Wuhun Palace.

'As long as we can reach Wuhun City, everything will come back! Everything will be brought back on track!'

Looking in the direction of Wuhun City in the distance, Tang San's eyes burned with blazing flames, as long as he could reach that place!

Not to mention that God Shura promised him before he fell into coma that as long as he performed well in the Soul Master Competition, he could directly pass on the title of Shura to him for free.

The kind of inheritance that doesn’t move any hands or feet.

Although he had the opportunity in the Xuan Tian Di Palace, he still needed the Shura God's throne and the Poseidon God's throne.

The cultivation level that surpassed the God King in the previous life cannot be missed without any chance!

He also needs Xiao Wu to help him inherit the Shura position.

Where in the world can he find someone who is willing to help him assume the divine position and let him use it!

If someone else were to inherit the throne of Shura, would they still call him Third Brother and let him use it?!

He didn't have it in his previous life, and he had a grudge against everyone in this life, so he needed Xiao Wu's Shura Scabbard even more.

As for God Shura deceiving him, Wuhun Palace will not reward him?

How is that possible? God King wants to be trustworthy, and Wuhun Palace has never failed to be trustworthy.

So he opened the map and started walking slowly along the route.

"Finally moved."

On the tree, several Wuhundian youths breathed a sigh of relief.

While heaving a sigh of relief, several people had strange expressions on their faces.

You want to ensure that this thing doesn't die, but you also have to be responsible for helping him build up his confidence?

"Li'an, are you sure there is no problem?" Xifeng was still a little worried. If this thing suddenly got out of his mind, it would be over.

"Don't worry, there is no problem.

"I guarantee that before the end of the Soul Master Competition, our Tang Shenwang will be a hundred times more confident and will fight against anything he sees!"

Li An rubbed his eyebrows. He didn't like to use his abilities very much, but reality always forced him to use them.

"You won't suddenly have a mental breakdown due to some blow, right?"

Yang Ning was also a little worried.

"Absolutely not, I guarantee that this is the original Thousand-Armed Shura Tang San. I tried my best to amplify all his negative psychology.

"And this process will gradually intensify and amplify over time.

"What you should be worried about now is what disgusting things he does."

"..."

"What's next?"

"Just stick to the original plan, God King, why not have fun!

"There are no particularly powerful enemies in Wuhun Palace now, and we are not needed in the God Realm. We can only bully Tang Shenwang to relieve our boredom."

Xifeng clapped his hands and jumped off the tree.

"No, I'm asking who goes first?"

Tracy frowned. This is normal. If you do it all together, there will be no fun. You can only do it in batches.

"Oh, I will do my part!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Ning had already chased after him.

"Take it easy, wait until he recovers and play!"

In the wind, the sound of Xi Feng is faintly heard.

I don’t know if I heard it or not, but Yang Ning, who was chasing him, didn’t slow down at all and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What do you think Yang Ning will do?"

"I don't have much contact with Yang Ning, but judging from the character of the Po Zhi clan, it's probably just a beating."