Douluo: What if I was reborn as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 485 Demon Emperor, You Don’t Want to…

Lan Fuzi was getting closer and closer to the Star Dou Great Forest.

She didn't know how long her mother could hold on, but she knew that as long as they entered the Star Forest, there might be a way to rescue her.

Suddenly, Lan Fuzi stopped and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, his pupils suddenly contracted.

As a hundred thousand year old soul beast, this was the first time he felt such a huge sense of oppression, similar to the oppression of blood.

"who are you?"

"You don't know me?" The young man who stopped Lan Fuzi frowned, "Then why do you have my scales in your hand?"

"You, you are..." Lan Fuzi was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became excited.

"Snapped"

Lan Fuzi knelt down directly.

"Senior, I finally found you. Please save my mother. Poseidon wants to kill us."

Lan Fuzi shouted at the top of his lungs about what happened to him and his mother, the Demon Emperor.

"Poseidon?" The young man came to Lan Fuzi in the blink of an eye, "Give me the scales."

He took the scale handed to him by Lan Fuzi, injected soul power into it, and read the engraved memory traces from the scale.

"Okay, okay, Poseidon!" The young man returned the scale to Lan Fuzi, "Take the dragon scale to the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest to find Brigitte, and leave the rest to me."

"I will do my best to bring your mother back."

After saying this, the young man flew into the air.

After a long and loud dragon roar.

His body grew larger, from a human being to a huge pitch-black shadow.

In an instant, black claws stretched out from the thick fog.

Then the entire figure broke through the diffuse fog, and a black dragon over a thousand meters tall appeared in the sky.

Then, it turned into a black light and disappeared into the distant sky.

……

"Evil deep-sea demon whale, your fate ends here."

The Demon Emperor was knocked away by a sword, and Poseidon and Tang Chen were looking down on him.

“Wow—poof!”

After being slashed by the Shura God's sword, the Demon King spat out several mouthfuls of blood and his eyes were full of blood red.

"It's...hateful."

"The power of the Shura Sword can actually prevent me from self-destructing."

"Damn it!"

Fresh red blood seeped through his clothes from his shoulder, the result of the injury caused by the Shura Sword.

The power of the Shura Sword ran rampant in his body, making it impossible for the Demon King, who had wanted to self-destruct, to do so.

"Demon Emperor, I'll give you one more chance."

"Offer a sacrifice to my great-grandson, and I, Tang Chen, promise not to lay a hand on your daughter."

Given Tang San's current situation, it is quite difficult for him to absorb a hundred thousand year soul beast. What's more, the Demon Emperor is also a soul beast of hundreds of thousands of years old, which would make it even more troublesome for Tang San to absorb it.

I have a history of being parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, so it is never too careful when dealing with these powerful soul beasts.

Tang San is only level 66 now, which he achieved by absorbing blood.

If the Demon Emperor is willing to make a sacrifice, Tang San will most likely be able to break through to level 70 and absorb a hundred thousand year soul ring as his seventh soul ring.

As for whether the second martial soul should absorb the soul ring, Tang Xiao plans to wait until Tang San reaches Soul Saint and his strength is further improved before considering it. However, no matter how he thinks about it, he must force the Demon Emperor to be willing to make the sacrifice.

"Demon Emperor, is there anything else you want to consider?"

"If you sacrifice for my great-grandson, I promise to let your daughter go. Isn't this a very good deal?" Tang Chen said in a cold tone.

Xiao Wu cannot move, she is Tang San’s childhood sweetheart and may also be his future wife.

But in Tang Chen's eyes, the other 100,000-year soul beasts were all Tang San's soul rings and soul bones. No matter how evil they were, he wanted to make the Haotian Sect rise again.

For Tang San to become a god, that is the best and quickest way.

"Hahahaha, hahahahahahaha!" After hearing Tang Chen's words, the Demon King suddenly burst into laughter, not even caring about the blood coming out of his mouth.

"Human! Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Just because you don't take action against my daughter doesn't mean Poseidon won't take action." The Demon King sneered, "You all dare to unite and plot against my husband's spirit ring and spirit bone."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to talk to me about so-called conditions now?"

"I have never seen anyone so shameless."

The sound echoed in the air, and Tang Chen's forehead became like a well. His face became ferocious and anger rose up.

"You have to think clearly. My great-grandson has the potential to become a god. If you don't think about making up for it, how will you and your Deep Sea Demon Whale Clan cope with the situation?"

"Demon Emperor, you don't want to..." Tang Chen did not continue the topic, but snorted coldly.
"Hmph, be smart and sacrifice yourself. In consideration of your sacrifice, we will give the Deep Sea Demon Whale Clan a chance to live."

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. If you want to take my spirit rings and spirit bones, come here!" The Demon Emperor staggered to his feet, his body shaking.

"Hmph, you won't cry until you see the coffin." Tang Chen, holding the Shura Sword, fell to the ground, and Poseidon fell with him. The pressure emitted by the two artifacts under the control of soul power made the already weak Demon Emperor's face even paler.

"Demon Emperor, there are many soul beasts over 100,000 years old!" Tang Chen slowly raised the Shura Sword in his hand, "Even if your soul ring is useless, your soul bone still has a good value."

"And your daughter, humph, I want to see if she can be as stubborn as you when the time comes!"

The terrifying soul power was compressed at the position of the sword blade, and along the tip of the sword, a faint blood-red flame spread into the sky.

The sky, where red and white blended together, seemed to be torn apart.

"Shura Divine Sword..."

Tang Chen hadn't finished speaking yet.

The shadow of a gigantic golden crocodile fell from the sky, causing thick smoke to rise from the ground.

"Sixth Soul Skill - Fierce Golden Crocodile."

A huge roar, accompanied by a strong mental attack.

Like a violent shock wave rushing out.

Poseidon and Tang Chen's faces changed, and Tang Chen's skills were interrupted by the sudden attack.

"Ultimate Douluo!"

The two of them quickly jumped up and retreated to avoid it.

In the end, he was in a hurry, but he was still affected by the energy that was ready to be released.

After stopping this mental shock, the two men were forced back hundreds of meters.

Looking at the huge golden crocodile phantom emitting a sharp golden light in the state of the martial soul's true body.

Tang Chen's expression became extremely gloomy, and he said coldly:

"The second worshiper of the Spirit Hall, Jin Douluo, aren't you afraid of death?"

If it was Qian Daoliu, it would be fine. But with the strength of a mere Extreme Douluo and pseudo-demigod, he dared to pluck feathers from a tiger's mouth. It was like lighting a lamp in the toilet.

The original plan was to attack the Golden Crocodile later to cut off an arm of the Spirit Hall.

Before he and his companions could make any move, the Golden Crocodile actually dared to snatch the soul beast. This was truly intolerable.

"What a grand show! Tang Chen, Poseidon." In response to Tang Chen's question, Golden Crocodile Douluo folded his arms and sneered.
"I, Golden Crocodile Douluo, have no interest in soul beasts, but I am happy to cause trouble for your Haotian Sect."

"Don't forget, it was you who attacked the Spirit Hall first and wanted to kill our young master."

"Your Haotian Sect and our Wuhun Hall have long been at war to the death."

"Isn't it natural for me to stop you now?"

"Okay, okay." Tang Chen laughed in anger, "I wanted to let you, old crocodile, live for two more days, but I think you are looking for death."

"Very good, very good!" Tang Chen said coldly as the Shura Sword glowed fiercely.
"Today, I will use your golden crocodile's head to pay tribute to the spirit of my grandson Tang Hao in heaven."

(End of this chapter)