People in Douluo, Wuhun Devil Fruit

Blood and golden feathers intertwined in midair, making crisp explosions. Tang San felt that his body was constantly impacted by powerful forces, and his soul and internal strength were like being stripped away, constantly flowing out of the wound. Not good! Tang San roared in his heart, he knew that his injuries had been completely restrained by the opponent. If he continued, he would definitely lose!

Regardless of the injuries in his body, Tang San once again urged the Shura Blood Sword, and rushed towards the opponent in a flash. His only chance now was to counterattack at the moment of the opponent's attack. The golden feathers kept trembling in the blood, making crisp sounds. Tang San's figure flashed, his soul and internal strength were running wildly, and his steps became erratic. The whole person was like a black shadow, rushing towards Qian Renxue at lightning speed.

On the other side, Qian Renxue did not seem to intend to stop Tang San. Her figure was like a golden light, rushing towards Tang San head-on.

Just when Tang San was about to rush to Qian Renxue, an invisible force pressed towards him from all directions.

"No! It's a domain!" Tang San's heart suddenly shook, and it was too late for him to break through the opponent's domain. Almost in an instant, his body was completely imprisoned in place by the invisible force, unable to move at all.

And the golden feather seemed to turn into a stream of light, flying out of Qian Renxue's hand and shooting towards Tang San's brow. At this moment, Tang San felt as if his spirit was shocked, and the golden feather stopped not far in front of his brow.

The golden feather trembled slightly, but Qian Renxue's eyes showed a faint disdain, "Tang San, is this your strength? Don't you think you look like a circus clown?"

Tang San was shocked, he knew that the other party was right, from the beginning, he had never really seen the other party clearly. Qian Renxue's strength far exceeded his expectations. Her control and indescribable attack methods were beyond his cognition.

In the face of absolute strength, any skill seemed so insignificant. The angel sword in her hand exuded a soft golden light, while the soul power in her body seemed to be pulled by something and kept flowing out of the wound.

Tang San understood that this feather was probably her soul bone skill, and it was her soul bone skill in human form. Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Is he really going to die here today? No! I can't die! Tang San's eyes flashed with a firm light. Although the wounds on his body were still bleeding, he didn't care about it.

"Tang San, are you going to escape? The heir of the Shura God, is this all you can do?" Qian Renxue's mocking voice echoed in Tang San's ears, and he could even feel the other party's breath. At this moment, Tang San couldn't help but feel a strong sense of humiliation in his heart. He had never been so angry as he is now.

The Blood Sword of Asura in his hand was trembling. His hands were trembling at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the Sword of Asura. Tang San's body had reached its limit. He felt as if his body was about to break apart, and his soul and internal strength were exhausted.

At this moment, a vortex appeared in the sky, and seven figures instantly appeared in the sky. They were dressed in luxurious clothes of different colors. There were seven divine rings surrounding each person's back. The powerful divine power

poured down from the sky and enveloped the entire platform. Tang San felt a warmth on his body, and his body, which was on the verge of collapse, strangely recovered a little. He looked up at the sky and saw the seven figures floating towards him and Qian Renxue.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe. He was handsome and elegant, but he was laziness that could not be concealed, as if he was about to fall asleep. Behind him, seven divine rings slowly rose up, and each divine ring emitted a faint golden light, illuminating the surrounding space with a golden glow.

In the seven divine rings, Tang San felt a fear from the bottom of his heart, as if there was some terrifying power contained in the seven divine rings. And the six figures that appeared with the middle-aged man also walked towards Qian Renxue and Tang San respectively.

Although their appearances were different, they were equally powerful, and each of them exuded an extremely powerful aura.

Tang San had never seen these six people, but he clearly felt that the strength of these six people seemed to be above Qian Renxue. Especially the middle-aged man in the lead, he gave him the strongest feeling. The aura he exuded gave him an indescribable sense of oppression.

Against the backdrop of these people, Qian Renxue, who was originally very powerful in his eyes, became less noticeable.

"Angel God, Rakshasa God, and one of the heirs of Shura God, saved us a lot of time." The leader said lightly, his tone full of laziness, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my Wuhun Empire?"

Qian Renxue frowned slightly, looking at the seven people in front of her, her tone was obviously more solemn, from the divine rings behind them, she had already deduced that these seven people were the same as herself, first-level gods.

"We are here today to take you into the God Realm." The middle-aged man in the lead said lightly, his tone was still calm and lazy, but in Tang San's ears, there was an indescribable shock. He looked at Qian Renxue not far away in surprise, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: "Has she become a god?"

"Enter the God Realm? Why should I enter the God Realm?" Qian Renxue asked coldly.

"Arrogant, you come and explain to them, I'm a little tired."

The leader actually landed directly on the ground, sat directly on the Pope's chair, closed his eyes and rested, ignoring the eyes of everyone.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, turned to Ju Douluo and said: "Yue Guan, take the others away from here."

"Your Highness, we..." Ju Douluo's eyes were full of worry.

"This is an order, the next battle is not something you can get involved in." Bibi Dong warned.

The Titled Douluo present understood instantly and flew away directly, while the other gods in the sky did not care and let them leave.

"That's good too, it's more suitable for us to talk after the scene is cleared." One of the arrogant men stepped forward and sneered at the people present.

"Let me introduce myself. I am one of the seven deadly sins, a disciple of the God of Destruction in the God Realm. We are here today to take you back to the God Realm. You have stayed in the human world for more than a hundred days. If the God Realm had not been busy recently, you should have been extradited to the God Realm long ago."

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