Douluo's Fire

Chapter 392 Tang San's Death
The distance between the Sun Moon Continent and the Distant Continent is very far, even farther than the distance between the Sun Moon Continent and the Douluo Continent.

Even if Tang San was the Seagod, it took ten days to cross this ocean.

And ten days is enough for all traces to be eliminated.

In the ruins of the palace, Tang San staggered to the ground in a daze, dragged his body step by step, and looked forward in a daze.

On top of the ruins of the palace, several tree branches were erected.

Under the sound of the crow quacking, several heads were hung on it.

Stretching out his right hand, Tang San's eyes were blank, and he staggered towards the head on the branch.

"Teacher, Dad, Dai Mubai, Uncle..."

The horrified and roaring expression was frozen on it, and Tang San stroked the upper cheek with trembling hands.

One family, his family, are all linked to this.

The body is trembling, and the eyes are dull.

With the death of all relatives and the destruction of all living sustenance, Tang San's heart was broken.

One by one, Tang San tremblingly let them down from the branch.

Xiao Wu's corpse made Tang San's whole body tremble even more, tears dripping down.

Trembling, holding Xiao Wu in his arms, Tang San wept and curled up on the ground, crying miserably.

"what!"

The crying voice was wailing, and the trembling body was covered with mud.

So far, Haotianzong has fallen.

……

After crying, when no tears could flow, Tang San expressionlessly dug a hole in the ground with the Seagod Trident.

one, two, three...

Putting the corpses one by one into the grave, Tang San knelt on the ground, covered the dirt with both hands, and slowly covered the faces of all the corpses.

The wreckage in the palace ruins was no longer there, all moved to other places by Tang San's divine power.

On a vast flat land, several tombs stand in the middle of this flat land.

Dressed in blue, Tang San stood in front of everyone's graves for a long, long time.

Until the sun in the sky was replaced by the moon, and the white clouds in the sky were replaced by dark clouds.

Heavy rain poured down one after another, Tang San just stood silently in front of the grave of the person he loved and respected for a long time.

After seven days and seven nights, Tang San, who seemed to have turned into a sculpture, turned around from the silence.

"Xiao Wu, dad, teacher, you wait for me."

The standing Seagod Trident was held in Tang Sanyi's hand, and his robe waved. Tang San held the Seagod Trident in his hand, striding towards the depths of this continent with a expressionless face.

He was going to kill people, people from Wuhundian.

He once swore that if he wanted to kill Xiao Wu, he would step on his corpse.

He had sworn that he would spread the teacher's reputation across the continent.

He had sworn that he would make his father proud.

But now, it's all gone.

He doesn't care about swearing, he doesn't care about reputation, he doesn't know about the so-called gods who don't kill mortals.

Right now, he just wants to kill people, kill all the people in Wuhundian.

Or, be killed.

With a click, the head of a Martial Spirit Hall cardinal was cut off, Tang San stretched out his hand, and blood dripped onto the ground.

Holding it like this, Tang San walked towards the grave step by step.

After walking for a day or two, Tang San expressionlessly threw the head of the cardinal of the Spirit Hall to the ground in front of the grave, and got together with the people he killed earlier.

One month, two months, half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past six months, he has traveled to all places on this continent, he has been to all places where the Wuhun Temple may exist, and he has killed everyone related to the Wuhun Temple.

Don't ask why, and don't ask if you are innocent.

Tang San, who lost all spiritual sustenance, no longer cared about anything.

Even if it's his own life, he doesn't care anymore.

"Xiao Wu, teacher, Dad, I have already killed everyone in this continent who is related to the Spirit Hall."

"But I know that those who should be killed most have left this continent long ago and hid in other places."

"Maybe, I can't find them in my whole life, or maybe they don't know where they died."

"Heh, so many people have been killed, so many people have died, and the result is such a trick of good fortune."

Tang San looked up at the sky, looked at the dazzling sun in the sky and laughed at himself.

"But even if I can't kill them or find them, I won't make them feel better."

In the past six months, the reputation of Wuhundian in this continent has been rotten to the bone.

No matter who it is, even a yellow-mouthed child who has just grown hair, he hates Wuhundian deeply.

No reason, because all the heinous crimes that occurred in this continent in the past six months were all done by people from Wuhundian that Tang San pretended to or forced to find.

And with the sprinkling of golden soul coins, the reputation of the Wuhun Temple spread throughout the entire continent.

It was also because of this that Tang San had so easily killed so many people from the Spirit Hall.

Without the mass base, when the next Douluo Continental army arrives, the Wuhun Temple will not be able to stop the search of the Douluo army at all.

As for whether the army of Douluo Continent will make a name for Wuhundian?reveal the truth?Tang San didn't care.

Because after that, Wuhundian has already existed in name only.

If he couldn't kill everyone in Wuhundian, then he would make Wuhundian completely disappear.

The divine power on his body began to surge, Tang San looked at the grave in front of him, continued to raise his head and muttered: "So, what else can I do now?"

Water waves began to appear around Tang San, the golden blue water waves burst out and twirled round after round, crushing and crushing the leader's vision next to him.

Under the ugly voice, Tang San's divine power blocked the dirty liquid from splashing in all directions.

"Xiao Wu, do you still remember the oath made that night?" Tang San tightly held the comb in his left hand.

"Teacher, I still remember the scene when you first taught me knowledge that day." Circle after circle of spirit rings unfolded on Tang San's body, spreading to the end, the blue-gold spirit ring symbolizing the god was shining brightly.

"Dad, are you still at home?"

The sound of "clicking" sounded at the beginning, Tang San used divine power to lift up the underground soil, and the grave was lifted up with the soil falling little by little.

Tang San, who had done everything, no longer had the spiritual sustenance to live in his heart.

His family is gone, his lover is gone, his brother is gone, and all the sustenance that he can communicate with this world is gone.

revenge?he thinks.

But who else can he take revenge on?
He killed everyone who could be killed.

For those who cannot be killed, Tang San was at a loss, and found that they were all gone.

So, up to now, the only thing that can support Tang San to continue to live is the last goal.

He turned around and walked forward with big strides. Behind him, supported by the blue-gold divine power, the tomb followed behind him, and walked forward together.

The waves are surging, the sea is boundless, but there is also a distance.

A large army crossed many seas and set foot on the third continent from the Sun Moon Continent.

Another big ship, driven by the blue figure, set sail and headed north.

Tang San is the sea god, and the sea is his territory.

Except for Douluo Dajun, no one can be his opponent in the sea.

Even Douluo's army couldn't keep up with his speed.

The wind in the sea is sometimes gentle and sometimes violent, and the small boat makes an awkward sound of being overwhelmed, but under Tang San's control, not a drop of seawater rushes in.

One day, two days.

January, February.

In the third month, on a remote coastline of the Douluo Continent, a ship slammed into a cliff and broke up in all directions.

And Tang San has also disappeared, accompanied by the graves on the boat.

The original site of the cemetery of the Star Luo Empire, outside the castle of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, on the peak of the Haotian School...

Tang San avoided everyone in Douluo Continent, and appeared above these places.

One by one, the tombs were carried step by step by Tang San, and they fell into the place where their family should be buried.

day, night.

When no one was around, Tang San buried them back to their home step by step.

In the original site where the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect was destroyed, Tang San looked at the city that had been rebuilt as a lightning research base.He turned around and headed towards the location of the cemetery of the Blue Lightning Overlord Longzong that the master had told him about.

It can be seen that the battle of Soul Hunting was carried out very suddenly and completely.

The whole family of Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex has such a long history, but in the end, only three or two small parcels are left in their family cemetery.

In front of the tombstone, there are remnants of sacrifices. Looking carefully, there are still a few sticks of incense that are still lingering in smoke.

Standing in front of the largest tombstone, there is written: The tomb of Yu Yuanzhen, the No.18 head of the Landian Tyrannosaurus rex family.

Putting the tomb in his hand carefully on the ground, behind Yu Yuanzhen's tomb, Tang San carefully buried the master there.

A tombstone was inserted, "The tomb of Yu Xiaogang, the son of Yu Yuanzhen"

Afterwards, facing the master's tombstone, Tang San took a step back, and slowly knelt down on both knees.

"Teacher, goodbye."

After the three kowtows, Tang San's figure also slowly disappeared, leaving only the master's tomb in place, with a few sticks of burning incense stuck on it.

In the Star Dou Great Forest, Tang San held Xiao Wu's corpse and stood far away from the core, looking there.

The Lake of Life works well and is of great value.

So when other parts of the Star Dou Great Forest were still primitive, research rooms were already set up here in full swing, and a series of experiments related to life were being carried out.

Hugging Xiao Wu tightly, Tang San stood here for a long time, until he was about to be discovered, Tang San turned around and walked slowly outside.

Outside Notting City, Tang San wanted to go to Notting College, and wanted to see if the Seventh House of Notting College was still there.

But there are so many people in the city, and Tang San can't appear in the eyes of others, so in the end, Tang San can only look at the academy that has cultivated him for six years from a distance in the sky.

At night, Notting City is lit up with a thousand umbrellas of streamers. Under the gentle yellowish light, the renovated Notting College looks extraordinarily warm.

In twos and threes, there are energetic students running around wildly, and teachers who organize their homework look at the students from a distance, showing a gentle smile while worrying.

The academy is still there, and it's even better.

It's just that he can't go anymore.

Nights are long and short.

When the first ray of light lit up on the horizon, the blue figure in the sky also disappeared, appearing in the distance of Holy Soul Village.

Holy Soul Village, his starting point for everything in this world.

It didn't target Tang San, but likewise, it didn't have any preferential treatment either.

Looking at the almost completely changed Holy Soul Village, Tang San looked in a daze, as if he had come to the wrong place.

On the compacted road, from time to time, you can see merchants carrying goods into the entrance of the holy soul village.

On it, Tang San could recognize several things, among them, there was a lot of meat.

And it's selling very well.

"Ahem~" An old man pushed his hands behind his back and came to a remote house under the rays of the rising sun.

The house seemed out of place in the village of Holy Souls, not because of its location, but because the other houses had all but been renovated and enlarged.

Only this house still maintains its original style, which looks dilapidated and old.

But no matter what kind of dilapidated and old Jack is, he still wanders here every day when he has nothing to do, and occasionally cleans up the house.

People outside said that Tang San was a big villain, a diehard from the old era, and he was going to be defeated.

But old Jack didn't care about that, he only knew that Xiao San was respectful and polite to him when he was young.

For Old Jack's stubbornness, the others did nothing but shake their heads, and they didn't pull down the house.

Instead, the house has been declared as a historical relic, and it is planned to transform it into a historical visiting place as a journey for students' education.

Old Jack became the prime candidate to manage this historical site.

Old Jack didn't understand these things, but he was happy to see the house stay.

The village has changed so much that he almost doesn't recognize him when he walks in the village every day.

Now that there is a place he is familiar with, old Jack, whose memory has faded, is very happy. Every day when he has nothing to do, he just strolls here.

After coughing, Old Jack found a stone bench and sat down, hammered his waist, then his legs, and just sat there, dozing off.

Under the gentle light, Tang San watched for a long time, and after Old Jack was supported by his son to go home for dinner, Tang San's figure slowly dissipated in the light.

The scene of Holy Soul Village was gone, and behind Tang San, there was also an extra coffin.

The last trace of nostalgia in this world is almost gone, there is only one thing Tang San wants to do now.

The sun in the sky is very warm, and it shines warmly on people. This is a rare weather in summer.

In the center of the Sunset Forest, the huge Blue Silver Emperor grows here, with luxuriant branches, lush greenery, and a scene full of vitality.

This is the center of the "Blue Silver King Life Energy Network", and it is also the place with the strictest protection.

Only in the setting sun forest, there is a large army stationed all year round, and the gods will be hated when they come.

But today, under the gentle light, a blue figure slowly came from afar, stepping into the air.

Wisps of pale yellow light were jumping, and the moment the blue figure stepped into the range of the setting sun forest, the army rose up and roared in unison.

"Enemy attack!"

Tang San's face, all the troops have seen it from the portrait.

So as soon as Tang San stepped into the sight of others, the formation of the army began to build.

The terrifying aura was condensing, and the pale yellow phantom was being formed, Tang San just stepped out of the air step by step with no expression on his face, heading towards the very center of the Sunset Forest!

Xiao Wu's body was tightly held in his arms, and his father's body was carried on his back.

As soul rings unfolded, Tang San took his wife and father to the sky above the Sunset Forest!

Ignored the terrifying aura and didn't look at other scenes.

Tang San just looked at the eyes of Binghuo Liangyi, that was thriving, the Blue Silver Emperor.

No roaring, no roaring, just sadness, unparalleled sadness.

The huge phantom slowly looked down, with indifferent eyes, Ye Li's phantom seemed to be programmed, holding Li Huo in his hand, and pressed towards Tang San who came from the sky.

The lush green is no longer, at this moment, Tang San's eyes only have endless light yellow light.

old people, young people, children...

Countless phantoms emerged in the light, and the huge spiritual consciousness was suppressed.

While the body was frozen, all the divine power in his body could not be used, and the intuition formed by the divine soul was trembling crazily.

Death is coming.

But regarding this, Tang San's expression still didn't change, he just continued to look at the Blue Silver Emperor on the ice-fire Yinyi eyes, and said softly:
"Mom, I brought my family to see you."

boom!
The flames pressed through, Tang San's consciousness was exploded, his soul was shattered, and the god's seat constructed of blue and gold also shattered and shattered.

In a pale yellow light, Tang San, who was on the verge of death, slowly closed his eyes, and his figure fell into the air.

And in the last glance, it seemed that a white and tender baby stretched out a small hand and lightly brushed his neck.

Snapped!
Dust flew up from the ground, and the coffin fell beside Tang San.

Under everyone's incomprehensible eyes, a generation of gods, Tang San, just died.

(End of this chapter)