Peerless Tang Sect: I am Yuhao's Demon Seed Brother

Chapter 67 Douluo is my Tang San's Douluo!

Spirit world
The illusory space has an unusual sense of substance, and a majestic palace looks extraordinary under the halo.

A stalwart figure stood quietly, looking into the distance, not knowing what it was looking at.

"Hey--"

The man sighed softly, with a hint of sadness between his brows. He rubbed it gently with his generous palms, and a gray airflow in his palms continued to condense and turned into a gray bead the size of a soybean.

His eyes looked into the distance,

In the passage of time, a graceful and luxurious woman dressed in white appeared.

"I secretly deepened her jealousy and created conflicts between the Duke's Palace and the Sons of Destiny. According to my original plan, when the two Sons of Destiny were about ten years old, they became orphans without mothers and families."

Tang San tapped his forehead, a little helpless, "But how could the woman be dead when the two brothers were six years old?"

If he hadn't discovered it in time and continued his original plan to capture the woman's soul, he would have lost the possibility of letting the son of destiny restrain himself and return to his future.

A smile appeared on the man's handsome face,
When he thought that after the son of destiny became a god according to his predetermined destiny, he would definitely feel grateful to him when he saw his beloved mother.

Although capturing the soul requires paying a certain price, it is nothing compared to the loyalty of the Son of Destiny.

This little child of destiny is still at the mercy of me, Tang San?

The man's original plan was to let the child of destiny have nowhere to rely on, and he encountered ups and downs and malice repeatedly in his childhood.

It is human common sense that a child of destiny will cherish the kindness given by others after going through many hardships.

By this time,

People from the Tang Sect and Shrek appeared out of nowhere, offering kindness and linking the fate of the three together, not afraid that the child of destiny would not approve.

And I, Tang Sect, will use the strong luck of the child of destiny to reproduce the peerless glory of thousands of years!

The man with long dark blue hair had a majestic figure from behind and continued to think about his long-term plan.

He subconsciously rubbed the gray bead in his hand, and an old majestic voice sounded out of nowhere inside the bead, "Hold the sun and the moon and pick the stars, there is no self in this world."

Tang San frowned slightly, the scarlet divine power of Shura God erupted out of thin air, crushing towards the gray bead in his hand.

The old voice stopped abruptly.

Tang San murmured to himself, "The Son of Light degenerated into the Necromancer God, massacred the nobles, and then repented before committing suicide?
I originally wanted to use you to dissolve the hatred in Destiny's child's heart, and then find another opportunity to burn the fragments to divide the spiritual power in the soul, and to melt Destiny's child's spiritual consciousness sea.

But now that Destiny's Child is closely connected with the Duke's Mansion, there is only one last use for your thousands of soul fragments. "

The stalwart man frowned slightly and looked into the river of time again.

But as the two sons of destiny continued to grow, the fog in front of him became deeper and deeper, and he could no longer see clearly the fate of the two brothers.

"Hmph, mother of Douluo Yuanshen, why are you guarding against me like a thief!"

He sneered and looked into the distance.

The long-haired man shot out the gray beads in his hand, leaving a blue mark in the air, "Well, let's see, who among you and me can have the last laugh."

"With this generation of children of destiny in my hands, you will no longer have the power to make a comeback!"

The man's aura is profound, like an endless sea, and the luxurious dark blue robe seems to have waves rippling, his eyes seem empty, but they seem to encompass everything, a purple flash flashes in his eyes, and there is a moment of youth, the truth of life and death.

"Dong'er, this is the beginning of my father's ten-thousand-year plan. As my child, you should make a contribution."

A look of love appeared in Tang San's eyes, recalling his charming, lively and lovely daughter in his mind.

'The son of destiny who lost his mother at an early age must long for true love. I have cut your soul apart, leaving only your innocence, kindness and sincerity. You are the incarnation of thousands of beautiful things in the world, and you will definitely be able to enter his heart. '

' No matter how firm his heart is, he will never be able to get around my good daughter's soft fingers. '

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Tang San's handsome face. This was because he was using the two gods to calculate the ten thousand year plan.

As long as many variables are taken into consideration, fate is inevitable and the probability of success is extremely high.

Fate must fall into his hands.

As long as it can be done, Douluo is my Tang San's Douluo!
[PS: The above is from my own fanfic. If you don’t accept it, there’s nothing you can do about it.But I think it's actually quite realistic.I have read many of San Shao's works, maybe a dozen, and I was his big fan when I was in junior high school.

Now, for the sake of eating, I try to respect the Third Young Master. 】

Douro Continent
The noon sun was scorching hot, bright and scorching hot.

Time flew by, and soon came the afternoon, which was also the time for the finals.

Zhou Sichen looked at the three people opposite him, the expression on his face was wonderful.

Since hearing the gap in strength from his classmates at noon, the three of them have decided to participate again.

After all, you can make it to the semi-finals, right?

The final final was a formality, Huo Dongjun, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao played at the same time.

This time Huo Dongjun did not choose to dominate, but gave Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong enough opportunities to perform.

Xiao Xiao's twin martial souls, Xiao and Ding's skillful coordination and switching made the audience deeply impressed by this girl.

And the destructive power of Wang Dong's own soul ability fusion also surprised the referee.

The light of the Butterfly God moves the winged guillotine, which is unparalleledly sharp.

They suddenly discovered that the configuration of Huo Dongjun's team had no shortcomings at all.

When Du Weilun announced the final winner, the audience burst into warm applause.

"we won!"

"we are the champion!"

Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao suddenly cheered, holding Huo Dongjun's arms tightly with each hand.

Not far away, He Caitou also had a happy and bright smile on his face, and his tall figure quickly walked down from the high platform.

"Uncle Junior, congratulations on winning the championship!"

The bald, strong man waved his arms and trotted up to Huo Dongjun.

"Congratulations on your winning the championship, I'll give you a soul tool, just finished."

The strong man touched his joint, looking a little embarrassed. There was a delicate and small soul guide lying in his right hand.

Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao looked at the bald man with strange expressions. They couldn't understand why this big man called Huo Dongjun his junior uncle.

Huo Dongjun took the soul guide with both hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, brother."

"Hey." The strong black man rubbed his knuckles vigorously again, and the smile on his face became happier.

Wang Dong asked curiously, "Why does he call you Junior Martial Uncle and you call him and Big Brother?"

Xiao Xiao looked at He Caitou up and down with doubts in his eyes.

"Everything is different." Huo Dongjun explained.

"Uncle Junior, I won't disturb you for now. When you get to the soul guidance device testing area, I'll treat you to dinner."

The strong black man came and walked quickly, waved his hand, and ran quickly towards the soul tool testing area.

It seems that as long as the speed is fast enough, the painful memories of the past can be left behind.

Zhou Yi waited quietly at the side, but there was no shortage of smiles on her face,
"Congratulations, you have won the first place in the freshmen. Tomorrow is the time for the awards. Don't be so excited that you three can't sleep for a long time."

The results of the freshman qualifying finals spread throughout the academy, and Huo Dongjun's reputation reached an unprecedented height in the academy.

(End of this chapter)