Douluo's life to the end

The Holy Brilliance Empire bombarded the killing capital, carrying out "inhumane" massacres of the evil soul masters, and Qian Chongling had already arrived at the end of Hell Road with ease.

"Tang San, it's time to see you off!"

He looked at the endless river of blood in front of him, showing a cold smile.

As soon as the words fell, a deep black light emerged from Qian Zhongling's palm, and instantly condensed into a huge black energy ball.

The energy ball floats in the air slowly and full of coercion. It exudes a frightening aura, as if it will destroy the world at any time, making people afraid to look directly at it.

With a flip of Qian Zhongling's wrist, the black energy ball smashed down towards the rushing blood river with a thunderous sound.

Boom! ! !
There was a deafening bang, and there was a monstrous wave in the sea of ​​blood, and countless blood splashed down from the sky.

Giant waves formed on the bloody sea, like ferocious blood dragons.

The black energy ball was enough to destroy anything, and the boundless sea of ​​blood was almost completely evaporated under this force, exposing the reddish-brown river bottom.

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In the Rakshasa Altar in the Lost City, Tang San closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to accept the inheritance of the Rakshasa God.

At the foot of the Rakshasa statue behind him lay a dying, shriveled female body, and the originally gray Rakshasa statue also began to flicker red-purple flames.

The blood mist that was originally wandering in the air also began to gather together at this moment, forming a huge blood cloud above Tang San's head.

These blood clouds seemed to be living beings, floating slowly.

There were bursts of shrill howling ghosts and howling wolves in the blood cloud. That sound was filled with endless resentment and curses, which made people's scalp numb.

The inheritance of the Rakshasa god position has already begun. This is a very complicated project, and any mistakes will lead to failure.

Boom! ! !
At this moment, a violent roar almost interrupted Tang San from inheriting the god position.

"what happened?"

Tang San opened his eyes, frowning and swept around.

In the succession of the Raksha god position, Tang Yuehua was sacrificed with blood, and Xuesha was sacrificed. Unexpectedly, this happened, which made Tang San very annoyed.

If Tang San couldn't inherit the god position smoothly, everything he did before would be in vain.

"There is a powerful enemy invading, my master is already in the lower realms and ready to intercept him!"

The Nine-headed Bat King flew out, looked into the distance and said in a deep voice.

"Strong enemy? What kind of strong enemy can force Lord Rakshasa to move himself?" Tang San asked in surprise.

"That old monster in Wuhundian, he should be coming for you!"

The Nine-Headed Bat King was silent for a moment, then said in a heavy tone.

"The old monster in Wuhun Temple? Who is that? He is also a god-level existence?"

Tang San frowned, feeling that things were a little out of his control.

"The most urgent thing for you now is to inherit the master's position first, otherwise you don't even have the qualifications to know his identity."

Nine-headed Bat King reminded.

"Well, I understand which is more important!"

Tang San nodded, he also understood that the most important thing now is to become a god king, other things can be temporarily put aside.

"The inheritance place of the Rakshasa God is here!"

Qian Zhongling's incomparably huge spirit came out of his body and expanded in all directions. It took only a moment for him to discover the dimensional space under the blood river.

"Tang San is very important to me, can you leave here?"

Just when Qian Chongling was about to enter the dimensional space, a charming female voice suddenly rang in his ears.

He saw a girl with a graceful figure in a black tulle dress appearing in front of him out of thin air.

She has a delicate face, and there is a hint of enchantment in her beautiful eyes, which seem to be gentle, but actually hide a touch of danger.

"Beauty, who are you?"

A look of surprise flashed in Qian Zhongling's eyes, and he asked cautiously.

"Little brother, are you asking this knowingly?"

The corner of the girl's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a charming smile.

"Rakshasa God, right? You should have a green face and fangs, and you should look fierce, right? It really makes me a little uncomfortable to turn into a delicate look."

Looking at the girl's appearance, Qian Zhongling couldn't help but tease.

"Hehehe, you are the first person who dares to say this to me, little brother, you are very interesting!"

God Raksha caressed that beautiful long black hair, and said with a coquettish smile: "My beauty completely surpasses the goddess of life and the goddess of kindness, ranking first in the God Realm, and my appearance alone is enough to fascinate thousands of men , don't you want to try it?"

"The most beautiful woman in the God Realm? This title is quite resounding, but how did you get such an awesome title? Could it be self-proclaimed?"

Qian Zhongling curled his lips and said, "Also, I'm only interested in my wife's body. I'm not interested in you, an old woman who is estimated to be tens of thousands of years old!"

Hearing Qian Chongling's merciless refusal, Rakshasa was stunned. This was the first time she met a man who dared to treat her like this.

"Little brother, do you know that even a god king would want to get his hands on me, yet you dare to tell me that you are not interested?"

Rakshasa looked at him with a playful expression.

"I'm not interested in you, but I think my Chaos Demon Sword should be very thoughtful about your body!"

Qian Zhongling said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, a black long sword that was as black as ink and covered with complex patterns appeared in Qian Zhongling's hands.

"go to hell!"

Qian Chongling let out a cold shout, and a jet-black sword light erupted from the Primal Chaos Demon Refining Sword, slashing towards Rakshasa God with a destructive aura.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space was shattered inch by inch, and the incomparably sharp sword energy even drew a dark void crack in the space.

"Little brother, you are so cruel!"

Rakshasa said it easily, but his hands were not slow.

I saw that she flipped her palm, and a red-purple light suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the Rakshasa Scythe appeared in her hand instantly.

The Rakshasa sickle spun in her hand, forming a red and purple vortex, enveloping herself like a protective shield.

Boom! ! !
The pitch-black sword light slashed fiercely on the red-purple vortex, bursting out dazzling sparks and making a deafening noise.

Two terrifying forces collided with each other, setting off monstrous waves, and countless space cracks spread in all directions.

Circle after circle of space ripples spread from the collision point to all directions, making this area seem to become a space storm, with space turbulence raging and incomparable violence.

After a while, the two terrifying forces finally dissipated slowly, and the field once again returned to calm.

"Something's wrong! Why does Rakshasa have the level of a god-king? And it's not an ordinary god-king. I'm afraid he has reached the middle-level of a god-king!"

Qian Chongling stared at the Rakshasa God not far away, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he did not expect that the Rakshasa God was only slightly inferior to himself in strength.

Although Qian Chongling didn't use all his strength for the sword just now, he still had the idea of ​​splitting the Rakshasa God in half with a sword, but he was still blocked by the Rakshasa God.

"Little brother, you are so ruthless. That sword almost killed me just now."

A bright smile flashed on Rakshasa God's pretty face.

"Hmph, let me see how strong you are!"

Qian Zhongling snorted coldly, exuding unparalleled coercion all over his body, holding the Chaos Demon Refining Sword in his hand, his figure kept changing directions, as if attacking the Rakshasa God from all directions.

Rakshasa God still kept a bright smile on his face, and red-purple light curtains continued to condense in front of her to resist Qian Zhongling's attack.

boom! boom! boom!
Qian Zhongling's every move was extremely fierce and domineering, and the power of every move was extraordinary.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is not very big. Although Rakshashen is tired of parrying, Qian Chongling wants to kill her in a short time, but it is wishful thinking.

After a stick of incense, Qian Zhongling forced the Rakshasa back with a sword, and jumped back. He looked at the Rakshasa standing not far from him, and his face gradually became ugly.

Because, he has gradually used all his strength in the battle just now, but he has not achieved the desired result.

"Little brother, your sword is so fast and so ruthless!!!"

Rakshasa covered his shoulder with one hand, bit his red lips lightly, and blood flowed slowly from his white fingers like jade.

That's right, Qian Zhongling basically used all his strength, but he didn't seriously injure Rakshashen, he just tore a strand of her sleeve and left a not deep wound on her body.

However, the sleeves were torn, and Rakshasa's jade-white skin was completely exposed.

The skin is as if carved from suet white jade, delicate and smooth, exuding a faint fragrance.

Such a woman, when a normal man sees it, he can't help but want to take it for himself, but it's a pity that Qian Zhongling is not among them, he is an "eunuch" who has been abstinent for nearly a thousand years!
"I told you, my Chaos Demon Sword is very interested in your body!"

Qian Chongling said with a sneer, his eyes full of mockery.

"Little brother, haven't we fought enough?"

Rakshasa let out a coquettish laugh, and then, with a strange sway of his body, he turned into 36 afterimages and rushed towards Qian Chongling.

These afterimages came towards Qian Zhong Ling from different angles and different directions.

Seeing the 36 afterimages of Rakshasa deified, Qian Chongling couldn't help flashing a hint of surprise in his eyes, because the speed was too fast, and there was no sign at all.

"What a fast speed! Is this space movement?"

Qian Chongling was extremely shocked in his heart, he stomped his footsteps and retreated abruptly.

Boom! ! !
In the next second, 36 red-purple sword glows slashed at the place where Qian Zhongling was standing, leaving a huge pit, bottomless, like a huge black hole.

"Little brother, my speed and strength are very fast! Little brother, you have to be careful!!!"

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Thirty-six figures kept flashing around Qian Chongling, and the red-purple blade light was like gorgeous fireworks, constantly exploding around Qian Chongling, bursting the space, a terrifying space storm, in Qian Chongling Chong Ling's surroundings swept wildly.

"Little brother, this is my magical skill - the wild dance of the sickle, do you think it can catch your eyes?"

The 36 figures merged into one, and Rakshasa God's slender and moving body appeared in front of Qian Zhongling once again, and he said with his red lips lightly parted and exhaled like blue.

Qian Chongling's eyes fell on the shoulder of God Luocha, and he saw that the original sword mark had gradually faded and was about to be as good as before.

"Your body is a bit weird. The wound caused by the Chaos Demon Refining Sword, logically speaking, even a god king cannot recover so quickly!"

Qian Chongling frowned slightly, and whispered solemnly.

"I won't tell you!"

Rakshasa smiled charmingly, her beautiful eyes shone with charming waves, her eyes were so captivating, it seemed that there was an inexplicable magical power that could confuse people's minds.

But Qian Chongling is not an ordinary person, this kind of simple spiritual charm is basically useless to him.

"What is the relationship between the Rakshasa God and the Shura God?"

At this moment, Qian Chongling's heart was full of doubts.

He had killed God Shura's divine sense avatar a few years ago, so he could basically infer the strength of God Shura, which was probably about the same as his current self.

However, the Rakshasa God he met now was only slightly inferior in strength to himself.

Then, Qian Zhongling's speculation in the early years had problems.

In other words, with the strength of God Rakshasa and God Shura, if they are really husband and wife, then the God Realm should be the Six Great God Kings, not the Five Great God Kings.

What's more, God Shura and God Rakshasa, together, they can completely turn the God Realm into one's own hall.

After all, in Qian Zhongling's knowledge, the fighting power of the God of Life and the God of Kindness is simply impossible to be stronger than the God of Rakshasa.

"Forget it, don't think about it if you can't figure it out. At this time, you should subdue Rakshasa God first, or else after Tang San inherits the position of Rakshasa God, you will be another enemy at the level of God King!"

Qian Zhongling secretly said in his heart.

"Sword God Realm!"

Qian Chongling's eyes narrowed, and a chaotic aura gushed out from between his brows, centered on his body, and spread to all directions, forming a chaotic void.

In this void, Qian Zhongling's aura suddenly disappeared, becoming unfathomable and illusory.

Seeing this scene, Rakshashen's pretty face revealed a dignified look, she knew how terrifying and incomprehensible Qian Chongling had entered this state.

It's just that, whether it's a human or a god, they all have weaknesses!
"Raksha God Realm!"

Rakshasa screamed, and an invisible force was released from her body, covering her body instantly, forming a red-purple void.

"One sword separates the world!"

At the same time, Qian Chongling let out a low shout, and his whole body rushed towards Rakshasa God like an arrow off the string.

A jet-black sword qi burst out from the Primal Chaos Demon Refining Sword, across the sky, and slashed towards Rakshasa God.