Douluo: After listening to the advice, I became a god!

After all, he can no longer use his soul power.

In order to see his son, but also to explain some funeral arrangements.

In addition, after his death, his soul bones need to be inherited for a while!
It's a pity that I can't accompany my son to grow up.

But I think with the help of my sister, if my son has talent, he may be able to return to the Haotian Sect one day!

So after Tang Hao, who was full of expectations, came here, he could no longer suppress his inner joy. He endured the severe pain in his body and came to the familiar wooden house.

Next to it is a huge waterfall.

The water splashes and the blue waves ripple.

The wooden house is built not far from the waterfall.

Tang Hao frowned slightly as he looked at the closed door in broad daylight. He didn't know why he always had a bad premonition, and as he got closer to the wooden house, he became more and more uneasy.

It was as if his heart was being grabbed.

Tang Hao, who realized something was wrong, quickly knocked on the door with his hand and shouted inside:

"Qing'er, it's me, Tang Hao, open the door quickly!"

Tang Hao shouted for a long time, but he didn't see any movement inside, and his heart suddenly went cold.

Now he had no time to think of anything else, so he directly summoned his own martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, and smashed it down on the wooden door.

He knew the consequences of using his soul power, and the meridians throughout his body no longer allowed him to do this.

Even if he simply used his soul power to summon a martial spirit, blood immediately overflowed from the corner of Tang Hao's mouth.

The face is like white paper.

His figure was even more shaky, as if he would die here at any time.

But Tang Hao is Tang Hao after all.

Faced with such a serious injury, he was still able to hold on to his will, pushed open the smashed doorman, and staggered in.

The furnishings inside the wooden house are still the same, but they are covered with dust.

There was also a letter left on the table.

When Tang Hao saw this, he already had suspicions in his heart.

It's just that I still don't want to admit it.

I opened the letter tremblingly and saw the previous sentence.

Unable to control his inner excitement any longer, he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood again.

After insisting on reading, he completely fell to the ground, his eyes blank, staring tightly into the forest outside the house.

The letter fell, and the general meaning written on it was.

[The child died. I don’t know why, but even after he died, she was speechless in front of Tang Hao’s face, so she left with the child. The child was buried next to the wooden house with the words Thanks to Tang Hao's words for bringing her out of that place. 】

The letter is full of guilt, and the lines are full of sadness.

Suddenly, Tang Hao, who had fallen to the ground, struggled to stand up, walked out of the wooden house step by step, and came to the place where the letter was written.

Look at that small hill.

Tang Hao laughed, crazy.

In this moment of extreme sadness, he suddenly thought clearly about some details that he had not noticed at ordinary times.

The letter said that his son died for unknown reasons.

Isn't this just talking about Tang San? Besides Tang San, who else can do this!

You must know that Tang San in his previous life played with hidden weapons and poison!
Moreover, no one had come into contact with his son during this period, so the target could only be Tang San.

Plus, Tang San's eyes occasionally showed murderous intent, so how could he not see it?
It's just that he relied on his own cultivation and planning and didn't want to break up at that time.

So I always thought it was a snake with Tang San, but I didn't expect it! Tang San actually dared to do something under his eyes, and not long after they left, his youngest son became poisonous.

He hates it!
I hated myself for not just slapping Tang San to death when he was still young.

Why do you have to wait until now and regret it later after causing a catastrophe?

After venting wantonly, Tang Hao also fell helplessly on the small mound.

Lying with him was a decaying female corpse, with a knife scattered around her hand.

The backlash of soul power was so severe that Tang Hao could no longer open his eyes.

All the hidden injuries that had been suppressed before burst out at this moment.

The body is like fragile porcelain.

Tang Hao tried his best to open his eyes and looked at the huge waterfall, a trace of regret flashed in his gray eyes.

"Is this retribution? Haha."

Tang Hao's eyes could no longer be opened.

This soul master who was once known as the greatest genius on the continent completely stayed in this place, leaving behind with him the sin and hope in him.

At the same time, in the Haotian Sect, the middle-aged man sitting in the position of the sect leader felt inexplicably uncomfortable. After muttering twice, he returned to the room to rest.

Tang Yuehua, who was talking to Yun Feng in Yuexuan, also felt a burst of angina.

The pain disappeared just as quickly as it came.

Yun Feng noticed Tang Yuehua's discomfort and helped him check it out very considerately. After finding that there was nothing serious, he felt relieved.

In fact, Tang Yuehua's heart had long been moved when she saw Yun Feng being so considerate.

She also knew that there was no chance for her and that person.

Now that he has left the Tiandou Empire with another prostitute, he has completely given up.

Facing the pursuit of a young, promising, handsome and wealthy young man, Tang Yuehua's heart was already shaky, and it was only a matter of time before he captured her.

As for Tang San, the city of killing, he was still fighting with others crazily on the streets.

He dare not go to the killing fields of hell!

These years of life experience have made him completely deny himself.

He began to be afraid, and he began to fear facing all this.

He doesn't want to die, after all, he doesn't know if he will be killed directly if he goes up with his current strength!
He doesn't dare to gamble!

So in this environment, Tang San slowly began to adapt to the rules here, and then actively joined in.

Doing nothing every day, standing on the street wantonly venting the evil in his heart.

He found that this place was simply his paradise!

one year later.

The cold breath is suffocating.

In the hell killing field, a total of ten people slowly walked in. Hu Liena was the third among the ten people, but she was the focus of the other nine people's attention.

Sixty-seven times in the competition, there are naturally sixty-seven wins. This is Hu Liena's current result. In the entire hell killing field, there is only one person with better results than him.

Everyone who comes here to compete, in addition to the right to continue to survive in the killing city, what they look forward to most is a hundred victories.

With the title of 100-game champion, you can become a resident of the Killing City forever.

In addition to not being able to leave here, it has extremely high authority here, and can even become the guest of the King of Slaughter.

In the sixty-seventh battle, Hu Liena's men had already lost more than a thousand lives. (End of chapter)