People in Douluo, Wuhun Devil Fruit

Tang San disappeared into the village. At this time, his heart was full of guilt. He could not accept that he had killed so many innocent people.

His heart felt like it was being torn apart, and he was in great pain. He hated his own incompetence, hated himself for allowing the Shura Demon Sword to control him, and even more hated himself for not being able to prevent all of this from happening.

He could never imagine that he would become so cruel and evil. Those innocent lives disappeared in his hands like that, and he couldn't even remember their appearance. He only remembered those pairs of eyes that were staring blankly, the dripping blood, and his bloodthirsty laughter.

"Why is this happening... Why is this happening..." Tang San roared in pain in his heart, his body trembled even more violently, and the belief in his heart was completely shattered.

At this moment, suddenly, a voice sounded in his mind, "This is your destiny, this is the destiny you were born with." This voice was ruthless, full of jokes and ridicule.

Tang San suddenly raised his head and looked around, only to see that the surrounding scene seemed to become distorted, as if he had entered another world. It was a dark red world, and all the scenes were so twisted and terrifying. In front of him, a figure slowly emerged.

This is a dark red figure, whose face cannot be seen clearly, and only a pair of eyeballs can be seen that shine like bright rubies. "Who are you?"

Tang San's voice trembled, "Why are you doing this to me?"

The figure let out a burst of joking laughter, "Tang San, God Shura was originally the god in charge of killing. You just killed hundreds of people. For you who want to become God Shura,

, this is just the beginning. "Tang San's eyes were filled with fear, "You're not me, you're not me." He subconsciously stepped back, only to find that he could no longer escape. The dark red figure slowly approached him, with every breath he took. The breath of coldness and death, "Tang San, if you want to truly become the Shura God, this is what you must experience. A kind person cannot control the Shura Demon Sword. "

There was a roar in Tang San's mind, his body was shaking uncontrollably, the scene in front of him became blurry, only the dark red figure became clearer and clearer. His body suddenly trembled, and a cold breath instantly spread from him throughout his body. He looked up and saw the dark red figure grinning at him.

The man's appearance was exactly the same as his own, except that his face was paler, and his eyes were glowing red, as if there was an endless killing intent gushing out of them.

"Tang San, I am you. Only when we merge can you truly become the Shura God. Don't you want to take revenge?" The dark red figure said softly, his voice seemed to emerge from the abyss, with a thick The smell of death. Tang San's pupils shrank violently, he couldn't believe what he saw before him.

"Accept your fate, Tang San." The dark red figure slowly approached him, grabbing his shoulders with cold hands. Tang San felt as if his heart was being held by cold hands, and his body was trembling violently. His heart was filled with fear and despair. At this moment, suddenly, a strong roar sounded in his mind. Tang San's body trembled violently, his eyes suddenly opened, waking up from the endless darkness.

At this time, Tang San was in the Tiandou Palace. Everything he had just experienced was like a dream, but

It was all so clear, as if it had just happened. He clearly remembered the dark red figure he saw, the eyes like bright rubies, and the cold laughter.

"Xiao San, you finally woke up, what happened?" Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, concerned about Tang San.

"Uncle Ning, I failed. There are two gods in the Snow Lord Pavilion, and Jun Yi is now in the Snow Lord Pavilion. You were deceived." Tang San said slowly

Standing up, he looked at Ning Fengzhi, his eyes full of remorse and pain.

"What?" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed. He looked at Tang San, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes, "Xiao San, you... there are gods in the Snow Lord Pavilion? Two of them at once?" Tang San nodded lightly. Nodding, "Yes, I once met Dugu Yan in the Star Luo Empire. He was already a titled Douluo at that time, and... there was also Zhu Zhuqing."

Ning Fengzhi's face turned pale, "How is this possible? Didn't Dugu Yan just obtain the inheritance not long ago? How is it possible to break through level 100 and become a god at the same time?"

Tang San sighed softly, "That's the fact. Their gods should be related to the turmoil in the divine world."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, "Unrest in the divine world? What kind of turmoil in the divine world?"

Tang San didn't answer Ning Fengzhi's words, he just sat on the bed and took a deep breath. "Xiao San, what's wrong with you?" Ning Fengzhi saw something was wrong with Tang San's expression and couldn't help but ask.

Tang San took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down, "Uncle Ning, I'm fine. The soul guide in Xue Jun Pavilion actually fused with Jun Yi's power. It seems that I can't defeat Xue Jun this time with just my strength." "

"Mistress, what do you want?" Ning Fengzhi asked curiously.

"It's very simple. Ask for help. If you can't defeat one god, what about the ten?"

Tang San has made up his mind to break through Xuejun Pavilion. The soul guidance device called "God-conferring Space" is too powerful.

If it cannot be completely destroyed, there may be endless consequences.

"Xiao San, have you decided to let other gods in the God Realm take action?"

"Yes, I have decided." "That's good." Ning Fengzhi's expression relaxed a little. A hint of coldness flashed in Tang San's eyes, "I will contact the God Realm first and ask them to send a few first-level gods to join hands with them to completely destroy Xuejun Pavilion."

"Okay, go ahead, Xiaosan, leave this to me. Even if Xuejun Pavilion comes to hold you accountable, I will cover it up for you." Tang San looked at Ning Fengzhi, his eyes showing gratitude, "Uncle Ning, thank you."

"Silly child, why are you being polite to me." Ning Fengzhi sighed lightly, "Xiaosan, you must be careful. If it doesn't work, come back quickly and don't force yourself."

"I will." Ning Fengzhi looked at Tang San's departing back. He took out the communication soul guide, injected soul power and mental power into it, and said slowly: "The plan is successful, Tang San will soon summon other gods to the lower world."

Only Bibi Dong's answer came from the other side of the communication soul guide: "Okay, in that case, let them never come back and stay in this Douluo Continent."

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