Douluo's Heroic Spirit

Chapter 218

"The ancestor of Haotian, Tang Ritian!" Wu Ling looked shocked, and then the next second, Wu Ling tilted his head and asked with confusion: "Who is it?"

Seeing Wu Ling like this, Tang Ritian said angrily: "Sure enough, all future generations have forgotten me, damn Poseidon, damn Shura God!"

Wu Ling, who originally pretended to be relaxed on the surface, gradually became serious and solemn after hearing Tang Ritian say "God of the Sea" and "God of Shura".

"Mr. Tang, do you have anything to do with God Shura?"

Tang Ritian glanced at Wu Ling with hatred in his eyes, but Wu Ling could feel that the hatred was not directed at him, but at God Shura: "You kid also knows God Shura, what is your relationship with him?" "

Wu Ling smiled and explained: "To tell you the truth, I had some disagreements with God Shura, or God Shura's successor. That successor didn't get along well with me due to family reasons, so I just killed him directly. Crippled.”

At the same time, Wu Ling was still thinking in his mind, "And that person is still a member of your Haotian ancestor clan. I wonder if you, a guy who hates Shura God, would know that several of his descendants have had an affair with Shura God." What’s the idea?”

Tang Ritian glanced at Wu Ling with some suspicion. To be the successor of God Shura, his strength and talent must be the best choice, and to be able to defeat or even cripple that guy is definitely enough to make people proud, but listen to this The young man's tone was as if he had done something trivial.

But when I thought about it, the young man in front of me came here alone. Although he only had seven soul rings, his strength was comparable to that of a titled Douluo. Defeating the successor of the Asura God was really nothing.

As for whether Wu Ling would lie, this was not within the scope of his thinking. It was enough that he did not feel the aura that disgusted him in Wu Ling's body. And if what Wu Ling said was true, then the two of them In a sense, we are still on the same front.

"Hmph, that Shura God is a villain who is as petty as a needle. If you cripple his successor, I'm afraid you will have a hard time in the future...just like me back then." When he said this , the hatred and anger in the old man's eyes almost condensed into substance. Wu Ling believed that if he was given a Sharingan now, it would be possible to activate the kaleidoscope directly.

More importantly, Wu Ling also felt the atmosphere of Bagua from it.

Immediately, Wu Ling immediately took out two exquisite benches from the storage ring, and then he also took out a bag of melon seeds and a jug of old wine.

I saw Wu Ling squatting on the bench like an aunt at the entrance of the village, cracking melon seeds in one hand and holding a small drink in the other. "Come on, come on, you have a story and I have a drink. If you want to tell it, I am willing to listen."

Seeing Wu Ling's operation, Tang Ritian was stunned. He could not imagine how Wu Ling, who had a genius just now, suddenly transformed into this.

However, after being stunned for a while, he slowly tried to sit down. After taking a sip of wine and eating a few melon seeds, his eyes lit up. Not long after, a bottle of wine and a bag of melon seeds were fought over by the two. Finished eating in a hurry.

Afterwards, Wu Ling took out another bag of melon seeds and a bottle of wine. This time, Tang Ritian took a slow sip of the wine, then cracked the melon seeds while recounting what happened that year.

"My name is Tang Ritian, and I am an orphan. My martial spirit was originally just a black sickle. After that...forget it, I have experienced a lot of things anyway. Even if I don't mention those things, the final result is that I am dead." As he spoke, a look of reminiscence gradually appeared on his face.

"I'm dead, but I'm not dead. When I was about to die, I felt - soul!" When he heard this, Wu Ling's expression was a little subtle, mainly because Tang Ritian's experience reminded him of a person , that person is the ghost whose martial soul mutated and resurrected after death.

The next second, Tang Ritian's words continued. As Wu Ling expected, his martial spirit mutated.

"My martial spirit has mutated. My martial spirit has changed from a small scythe to a dark and exquisite scythe. My qualifications have also rapidly improved.

Originally, I wanted to name my martial spirit the Death Scythe, but I thought it might be too high-profile, so I changed it to the Nine Nether Scythe. "

"The martial spirit of the ancestor of Haotian was a sickle, but the martial spirit of his descendants turned into a hammer, and then he hated God Shura. Could it be that God Shura turned him upside down?" Thinking of this, Wu Ling even looked at him with pity in his eyes.

As a human spirit who has lived for so many years, how could Tang Ritian not notice Wu Ling's eyes? His face suddenly darkened, but over the years, Wu Ling was the only living person who could talk to him, and His desire for communication over the years still needed his help to be released, so after taking a sip of a glass of wine, Tang Ritian ignored Wu Ling's eyes and continued talking...

"Anyway, a lot of things happened later. When I looked back, I realized that I had become the number one in the world, and no one could catch me.

And at that moment, those two people appeared.

The two people were a man and a woman. The man came from the sea holding a golden trident.The woman held a sword of the blazing sun in her hand and came out of the hidden family.

I, who was already invincible in the world at that time, once again met an evenly matched opponent, and the excitement in my heart was absolutely beyond words.

After that, the three of us learned from each other, and our relationship gradually warmed up. But because of our age, even I can’t tell whether this relationship is true or false, because every time we fight, So I ended up with a slight advantage, and I became the eldest brother among the three.

After who knows how many years, our strength has surpassed that of level 99 Titled Douluo, and we are only one step away from creating our own godhood. At that time, we even thought about the godhood.

One of them decided to become the god of the sea, the other decided to become the god of angels, and I became known as the god of death.

The three of us were originally first-level gods, but I saw further hope in them, because when I gradually became a god, I suddenly realized that gods can also die!

From that moment on, I had the idea that I would not only become a god who controls the death of humans, but also a god who controls the death of gods! "

Upon hearing such a lofty ambition, Wu Ling immediately echoed: "Wow, that's awesome. However, looking at you now, you must have failed, and it's because of God Shura."

In an instant, the melon seeds in Tang Ritian's hand were crushed into powder by him. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Yes, it's the God of Shura and the God of Poseidon. If it weren't for the two of them, how could I have ended up in this situation! "

(End of this chapter)