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Chapter 100: Kill one person and become a thief, kill hundreds and become a hero, kill ten thousand people and become a hero among heroes, kill millions and become a god.

The soul power on the Clear Sky Hammer is superimposed.

In just a blink of an eye, the random cloak hammer technique was stacked up to eighty-one times and blasted directly towards the head of the killing king.

But at this moment.

The Slaughter King's pupils instantly became clear.

Looking at the Clear Sky Hammer spirit that was smashed, it was bright and clear, and every trace of it was clearly engraved in his heart.

But now this kind of martial spirit is about to fall on his head.

The King of Slaughter tried his best to open his eyes wide, feeling sad in his heart.

"Haotian..."

But he just said these two words.

His head was smashed to pieces by the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit.

The corpse fell heavily to the ground, and blood was flowing, mixed on the scarlet blood-colored cloak, which was extremely miserable.

Tang San picked up the Shura Demonic Sword from the ground with a cold face.

But vaguely, he saw a small golden hammer in the hand of the King of Slaughter.

The hammer seems to be made of pure gold.

The left and right ends are each inlaid with a black gemstone, which looks particularly delicate.

"This is."

Tang San's pupils suddenly shrank.

He didn't know what it was, but looking at the shape of the small hammer, for some reason, his first reaction was that of the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Spirit.

The shapes of the two are almost identical.

Holding the golden hammer in his hand, Tang San flipped through it over and over again, the familiar feeling in his heart getting stronger.

Until the laughter suddenly bursts out again on the road to hell,

"Hahaha."

"Tang San, you did even better and more perfectly than I thought. You are indeed worthy of being my chosen successor."

"Senior Shura God."

Tang San raised the "Shura Demon Sword" in his hand,
"This is the Shura Demonic Sword. I should have completed your assessment."

"Of course, hahaha."

The voice sounded again.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry bloody figure condensed in mid-air on Hell Road.

It is God Shura, one of the five great kings of the gods.

He still didn't come in his true form, just an illusory shadow condensed by divine power, but the terrifying energy released from his body was still enough to make anyone feel suffocated.

"Then please ask, Senior God Shura, what should I do next to become your heir?"

Tang San took a deep breath and asked.

"Wait."

The bloody figure seemed to be laughing very happily.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the Shura Demonic Sword, and his eyes flashed with blood.
"The Shura Demonic Sword contains a large amount of my Shura power. You only need to wait until it is completely integrated with your body, and you will be able to successfully accept my throne."

Tang San's eyes suddenly brightened.

In an instant, he felt a powerful terrifying aura surging into his body from the Shura Demonic Sword.

This aura is extremely evil, full of endless killing thoughts and violence.

It seemed as if he was going to pierce the whole world.

Everyone can be killed!

You can kill millions of people!

Tang San's eyes instantly turned blood red, filled with a violent killing aura.

"How long will it take?"

Tang San's voice became hoarse at this moment.

He couldn't wait to go out and kill all his enemies to avenge his father!

"One year!"

The bloody figure stretched out a finger and laughed strangely,

"With your current state, it only takes a year at most to successfully inherit my throne."

"Do not."

But Tang San shook his head.

The blood in his eyes became more intense and evil,

"One year is too long, I can't wait any longer."

I felt my blood boiling.

One year?
That was too long and he couldn't wait!
"Hahaha."

The bloody figure laughed wildly again, and the evil aura stirred up the long bloody river, making it surge like the waves.

"Then I have another way that will allow you to complete the fusion within a month."

He laughed wildly and hysterically.

"any solution?"

Tang San asked him. "kill!"

The bloody figure spoke concisely and concisely, and was extremely crazy.
“Kill one person and you will be a thief, kill a hundred and you will be a hero, kill ten thousand people and you will be a hero among heroes, kill a million people and you will be a god.”

"You want to merge into a god within a month."

"Then go and kill!"

"He killed so many heads that the world turned pale, and he killed so much blood that no one left in Douluo Continent."

Tang San's body was shaken violently, and the last trace of clarity in his eyes was filled with blood.

"kill!"

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, the same crazy emotions rising in his heart.

That's right!

Shura, the master of killing.

His inheritance originally came from killing. If he wanted to integrate quickly, of course he could only do it through killing.

"what…"

"This little hammer is pretty good."

The bloody figure suddenly laughed mysteriously.

As soon as he raised his hand, the golden hammer Tang San was holding came out of his hand and floated steadily in the air in front of God Shura.

"Give it back to me, it's mine."

Almost out of instinct, Tang San grabbed the Shura Demonic Sword fiercely, intending to strike at the bloody figure.

But the bloody figure just waved his arm.

The golden hammer shot back and fell into Tang San's hand again.

Hold the hammer again.

Tang San's killing intent that surged just now was quickly relieved, allowing him to regain the slightest clarity again.

The bloody figure saw this scene and smiled disdainfully.

The dead King of Slaughter.

It's really ridiculous to try to control Tang San's desires with unnecessary emotions.

Since you are a god, you have to do whatever you want without any scruples.

"Do you know what that little hammer is?"

The bloody figure smiled strangely.

He wanted to make the King of Slaughter's plan fail, and instead become the basis for pushing Tang San to completely enter the Shura Dao.

"what?"

Tang San asked subconsciously.

The palm of his hand was still holding the golden hammer tightly.

"You can go to Haotian Sect and have a look."

The bloody figure continued,

"Haotian Sect is in a village outside Tiandou City. You can easily find it if you go there."

Tang San's body couldn't help but tremble.

Lowering his head and looking at the golden hammer, he seemed to feel a strange warm power inside.

Haotian Sect?

Why go to Haotian Sect?

Tang San gently placed the golden hammer in front of his eyes, and an impulse suddenly surged in his heart.

He wanted to visit Haotian Sect.

Let’s see what the origin of this golden hammer is…

And above ground…

This King of Slaughter was killed by him himself...

Because Tang San could clearly feel that his last blow with the Cloak Hammer Technique was about to completely smash the Slaughter King's head.

The King of Slaughter seemed to have given up resistance.

With sad eyes, he softly said two words...

Haotian?

What does this Haotian... have to do with the Haotian of the Haotian Sect?
Tang San's arms were shaking slightly.

Inexplicable…

Bloody tears flowed down my cheeks...

At some point, the bloody figure quietly disappeared.

Tang San was left alone, silently squatting down, gently and carefully tidying up the Slaughter King's body.

But his head was smashed by Tang San's hammer.

He couldn't see his true face at all, and in the end he could only be thrown directly into the bloody river.

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