Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

The King of Slaughter shifted his gaze to Sword Douluo and said sarcastically: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Sword Douluo Chen Xin. I didn't expect you to be alive. No wonder Chuan'er is so nostalgic for the secular world of the outside world. past."

Sword Douluo retracted his somewhat rude look before, staring at the King of Slaughter with the same indifference, and immediately said: "King of Slaughter, if it weren't for you back then, how could I have missed my grandson for thirteen years? Today, I have lost my grandson. I want to see what you, the king of killing, can do!"

Just when Ken Dao Chen Xin was about to take action, the Slaughter Messenger appeared here out of thin air and stood in front of the King of Slaughter. He stared at Ken Dao Chen Xin angrily and said, "Chen Xin, if you dare to take action here, I will not let you go." It’s your fault!”

"Is Contra worthy of talking to me?"

Sword Douluo's face was full of disdain. Even if he couldn't release his soul skills, the single-attribute energy of the Seven Killing Sword was still not comparable to that of the Killing Messenger.

If Sword Douluo wanted to take action, the latter would definitely die.

"Okay, stop arguing."

Chenchuan said in a low voice: "King of Slaughter, since you know why I came here, then you should also know that I brought grandpa here just to inherit the god of Shura."

The King of Slaughter returned to his seat, picked up the Bloody Mary on the table, and said calmly: "Your grandfather is not qualified to inherit the deity of Shura God, but you can."

Chenchuan shook his head and said: "I have no interest in the Shura God. I came here this time to help grandpa break through level 100 and become the next Shura God."

Sword Douluo couldn't help but frown. He looked at Chuan'er beside him with some confusion. He didn't understand why he wanted to break through level 100 and become a god-level powerhouse?

Gods can be said to be hard to come by. Looking at the entire Douluo Continent, the number of gods who can inherit is as rare as a phoenix. Now Chuan'er has given up the gods for himself.

"Chuan'er, are you crazy?"

Sword Douluo said with an angry face: "God Shura has the ability to judge, and you are the most suitable god for God Shura. You gave it to me, what about you?"

"Hehehe, don't worry, grandpa, Chuan'er has his own way."

Chenchuan smiled and said, not blaming his grandfather for this.

Naturally, it is impossible for him to inherit his divine throne from others. He must create it himself. Only a self-created divine throne can be called the strongest.

Otherwise, even if you ascend to the God Realm, you may not be able to compete with the powerful ones in the veteran God King Realm.

Hearing this, the Slaughter King also showed a trace of confusion, and immediately lowered his voice and said: "Chuan'er, you grew up under my teacher's watch. My teacher knows that you are not interested in the Shura God, but you should also Understand that Chen Xin is no longer suitable to inherit the Shura God."

“Regardless of whether it’s true or not, you have to try, even if you fail.”

Chenchuan replied calmly.

If God Shura doesn't choose Grandpa, then he will look for other gods. I don't believe it. Is it possible that he can't find a god suitable for the swordsman's heart in this life?

The King of Slaughter looked at Chenchuan who was so determined and could only shake his head silently. In this case, he would do as he wished, but whether he could be valued by the Shura Gods or the Gods depended on Kendo Chenxin's own control. .

"In this case, I will satisfy your request, but Chuan'er, please remember that if you miss the god of Shura, you will never find a better inheritance of the divine throne."

"Moreover, if Sword Douluo wants to have a chance to inherit the divine status, he needs to go through the Hell Road and obtain the Killing God Domain. Only in this way can he have the chance to inherit the Shura God."

Chenchuan naturally knows this. If you want to gain the approval of God Shura, possessing the God of Killing Domain is the first step.

That's why he brought his grandfather to this ghost place called the Killing City. With his strength, no accidents would happen. It was just up to him to decide when he could break out of hell.

Sword Douluo immediately said: "Chuan'er, do you want grandpa to stay here alone?"

Chenchuan nodded and replied solemnly: "Grandpa, this is the only way to help you inherit the gods. Your grandson is the only family. In a few decades, even if your grandson ascends to the divine world, he will still be alone... …”

Looking at his most beloved grandson, Sword Douluo closed his eyes silently. He didn't know how much time had passed before he exhaled a deep breath and said, "Okay, grandpa has already told you that no matter what you do, grandpa will support you." You, aren't you just a small killing city? Grandpa can just break into it!"

"Okay, then I'll leave this place to Grandpa... I plan to take Grandpa Bones to Poseidon Island to inherit the Poseidon God." Sword Douluo smiled brightly and said: "Okay, my grandson has grown up, and since Old Bones also has a chance to break through, Then grandpa will be waiting for your good news here. When the time is right in the future, grandpa will naturally return to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect."

After saying this, Sword Douluo walked towards the Hell Killing Fields without looking back. He must improve his strength as soon as possible to complete a hundred killings, break out of Hell, and obtain the God of Death. field.

And one day in the future, he will inherit the position of God Shura!

The King of Slaughter walked forward slowly and patted Chenchuan on the shoulder, his expression a little solemn, "Chuan'er, my time is running out... Without the help of soul power, the poison in my body will be gone." Constantly eroding my heart, I originally wanted to make you the next King of Slaughter, but now it seems that there should be no such chance."

After Chenchuan pondered for a while, he decided to help him for the last time. He slowly stretched out a finger, and before the latter could react, he inserted it forcefully between the Slaughter King's eyebrows.

"Presumptuous, what do you want to do!"

The Killing Messenger immediately ran over, pushed Chenchuan away, and asked loudly with red eyes: "Chenchuan... Young Master, no matter what, the king is your teacher. Although we were wrong at the beginning, without the king, you would have died long ago. We’re in the killing city!”

Chenchuan did not speak, but quietly looked at the King of Slaughter in front of him. At this time, the King of Slaughter covered his head. The recent painful memory made him kneel on the ground.

The Killing Messenger cried with great worry. In the entire Slaughter City, her favorite was the King. Now seeing the Slaughter King in such pain, she burst into tears.

I don't know how much time passed, but the aura of the Slaughter King suddenly changed, and all the restlessness and struggle on his body stopped.

"I didn't expect that I would recover my original memory in this way, Chuan'er, thank you."

As the original body of the Slaughter King gradually disappeared, it was replaced by one of the peerless Douluo today, Tang Chen!

Tang Chen is tall, with black hair and black eyes, handsome appearance, deep eyes, and an old and thick voice, like a majestic old man

His voice has changed a lot compared to before. It is no longer sharp and evil, and has become old and thick. It does not sound like the voice of a middle-aged man at all, but more like the voice of a majestic elder.

The Killing Messenger looked at the changes that had taken place in the king, and was also stunned on the spot, a little at a loss, and did not understand why the king had changed his appearance.

"Did I win? Or lost? Everything means nothing to me. Am I wrong? Am I right? It has been like a dream for decades. But I have committed such sins. Shura, what a Shura. I After all, I still failed to pass your test. This is not a matter of wrong or right, maybe it is time and luck."

Tang Chen looked up to the sky and screamed. Two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. While his whole body was trembling, he wished he could completely destroy the city of killing right now.

"If it weren't for your soul impact, my true nature would not have been able to wake up. I would have been lost in the evil blood and controlled by evil thoughts. And I achieved this demigod body. Although it is already too late. , However, I am content to be able to wake up."

Tang Chen smiled bitterly and said: "Although I broke through the demigod body, my soul power is gone. Chuan'er, it's all your fault."

Chenchuan nodded and replied calmly: "When you are about to die, I will help you on your last journey so that you can regain your original memory."

Tang Chen had no intention of blaming Chenchuan. Even if he was disabled, even if he became a demigod, his debt to a person was still full of feelings in his heart.

"Back then, because of a promise, I devoted all my energy to breaking through and becoming a god. However, it was too difficult to become a god. Only the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years can help the top powerhouses become gods physically. .

Thousands of years are really too long for me. Who can be sure how long I can live? Seize the day and night. Therefore, I chose another path, looking for a god to inherit. "

"There are many gods in this world, but only the true Lord God can leave his divine aura behind when transcending this world to find his successor.

However, this situation is extremely difficult.

How difficult it is to find the divine thoughts left by God. Even if I thought I had the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, it would be difficult to find any clues. It wasn't until I entered the Killing City that I finally found the breath of God. That is God Shura. "

Mentioning the Shura God, Tang Chen punched the table in front of him with his fist. At the same time, he stared at his bloody eyes and said, "When I was going through the eighth test... I was actually disturbed by the Rakshasa God's spiritual thoughts, and was eventually killed by Jiutou. The Bat King parasitized and eventually became the current King of Killing, and then he discovered you."

Tang Chen turned his back to Chenchuan, stared at the throne in front of him, and said calmly: "I still have some memories from the beginning, and I wanted to train you to be the next titled Douluo, so that I could leave the Killing City and find Bo. Sisi, because I still have a lot to say to her, but it’s a pity that you don’t have the heart to become the next king of killing.” (End of Chapter)