Douluo: Rebirth Yuhao, they all have evil intentions

"Tang San!"

The furious voice echoed in the cave, causing dust from the ceiling to fall.

Just when Mr. Xuan wanted to chase after him, his body suddenly froze and he subconsciously looked at Gong Yangmo and Xixi who were lying on the ground.

Now that the two of them are unconscious, no one knows if anything unexpected will happen once he leaves.

Chen Zifeng and Yao Haoxuan have already lost their lives due to his negligence. He must not put these two people in danger again.

When he thought that before, he felt that with his presence, these five people could easily deal with emergencies, a strong regret quickly spread in his heart.

If there were a few more people on this trip, they could take care of the injured at this time, and he would not be in this dilemma.

After a brief hesitation, Mr. Xuan's figure suddenly swelled, and his oil-stained top suddenly burst, revealing his granite-like muscles. A pair of huge horns emerged from both sides of his head, symbolizing the nine titled Douluo. The soul ring slowly emerged from under his feet.

He raised his hand to grab it, and a bright yellow light slowly lifted the unconscious two people up, and the soft soul power enveloped them like a big cocoon.

After doing this, Mr. Xuan quickly scanned around the few members of the bandit group who were still lingering in the cave, and the soul power in his body exploded again.

In an instant, an explosion that was ten times more terrifying than the death messenger's corpse explosion swept through the entire cave.

The force as thick as a mountain raged crazily, the hard rock turned into powder, the huge cave collapsed inch by inch, and turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

The surviving bandits didn't even scream, but they turned into nothingness under this wave of power.

Even the entire Mingdou Mountains seemed like a major earthquake had occurred. The sudden movement even made the armies of the two countries stationed near the mountains think that hostile forces were coming, and they subconsciously went on alert.

As for Mr. Xuan, he led the two of them into the ground long before the cave collapsed and chased the messenger of death.

"Humph, this is the price for offending this envoy's majesty!"

Also feeling the strong earthquake coming from the ground, the proud voice of the Death Messenger rang in Tang San's ears.

As soon as his groggy thoughts returned, he almost screamed because of the pain in his arm, which was like being corroded by strong acid.

At the critical moment, after realizing what was going on, Tang San secretly gritted his teeth, fearing that the Death Messenger would notice that he had woken up due to a slight oversight.

I don't know whether it was due to excessive consumption, or because he was focusing on the trembling ground under his feet. Instead of noticing the strangeness in him, the messenger of death was still working on what he had just created with his own hands, which was unprecedented and unprecedented. Complacent with his achievements.

"I didn't expect that there would be a titled Douluo among the attackers this time. Unfortunately, in the end, this envoy was the more skilled."

Hearing this, Tang San felt an indescribable anger welling up in his heart.

Not to the messenger of death, but to Mr. Xuan.

That time in the Star Dou Forest was because he was held back by Mr. Xiong, whose combat power was comparable to that of a ninety-ninth-level Extreme Douluo, so he didn't say much.

But even counting the time in the Star Dou Forest, this was already the second time that Mr. Xuan had watched helplessly as he was captured and unable to rescue him in time.

A ninety-eighth-level super Douluo. The last time he was sneaked into his house by an ordinary titled Douluo and he couldn't catch up, this time he was escaped by a soul king.

Whenever he thought that Elder Xuan's performance had broken the lower limit of the ninety-eighth level Super Douluo, this old thing could always bring him new surprises.

He really didn't dare to stay at Shrek anymore.

Regarding the situation he just encountered, if he hadn't acted cautiously and taken timely response measures, even if he took out the trident, he would have died.

Of course, the danger has not been completely eliminated. Even if he does not stay in Shrek, he must survive first.

Mr. Xuan must be hopeless. If he wants to survive, he must find a chance to save himself.

After forcing himself to calm down, Tang San opened a gap in his tightly closed eyes, observing the surrounding environment calmly.

He knew very well that no matter how exaggerated the Death Messenger's performance just now was, his cultivation level was only that of a Soul King. Even judging from the skinny appearance of the other party's arm around him, his physical quality was probably not as good as that of an average person. Soul King.

Coupled with the performance in the cave just now, this guy is obviously unable to use the corpse explosion skill just now. The fifth soul skill used to save his life has also been used when escaping from Old Xuan, so he may not have a chance.

However, for the sake of safety, Tang San did not rush to take action, but quietly waited for the moment when the Death Messenger relaxed, and launched a fatal blow.

However, as time passed by, and the Death Messenger still didn't relax, Tang San could no longer pretend, not only because of the pain coming from his arms, but more importantly, the wounds along the way were constantly eroding his body. corpse poison.

In this life, he did not have the so-called invulnerability to all poisons. Even in order to prevent the messenger of death from discovering him, he did not dare to activate his soul power to prevent the spread of corpse poison.

Feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, Tang San felt entangled in his heart. If he continued like this, even if he got the chance, it was still unknown whether he would still have the strength to resist.

But just when Tang San couldn't hold it any longer and was about to take action forcefully, the Death Messenger's speed suddenly slowed down.

As a rustling sound came, several figures slowly walked out of the surrounding trees. Once they appeared, they knelt down straight towards the messenger of death.

One and two, twelve in total.

Seeing these figures with dull expressions and no breath of life in their bodies, the Death Messenger relaxed slightly and spoke calmly.

"Rise up, my corpse slaves, cut it off for me"

Chance!

Before the Death Messenger finished speaking, he found that Tang San, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, a faint purple light flashed from his pupils, and a not-so-strong mental impact landed on his spiritual sea. .

Although it is not as powerful as Huo Yuhao's soul impact, in his previous life before he obtained the soul bone of his head, he had used the skill of Purple Demon Eyes to achieve great achievements many times.

This kind of evil soul master who is addicted to power because his willpower is not strong enough often does not have very strong mental power. Although everything has special circumstances, the Death Messenger who is good at playing corpse explosions is obviously not among them.

The two consecutive corpse explosions and the use of the fifth soul skill had already consumed the Death Messenger a lot. Now facing Tang San's all-out blow, he felt as if his head had been pricked by a needle, and his vision suddenly went black. , the figure is a little unstable.

How could Tang San, who was well prepared, miss this hard-won vulnerability?

Now that his body was seriously eroded by corpse poison, the moment he felt the death messenger's body relax, Tang San understood that this was his last chance.

The eight spider spears behind him were seen breaking out of his body again. Before the Death Messenger could react, the sharp spider spears completely penetrated his limbs.

"ah!!!"

Listening to the screams that echoed through the sky, Tang San's eyes flashed with cold light, and two more spider spears sank deeply into the death messenger's throat and heart.

Like a rooster being strangled by the throat, the screams suddenly stopped, but to Tang San's surprise, even after suffering such a fatal attack, the Death Messenger was still struggling fiercely and had no intention of dying.

How can this be?

Although Tang San was shocked, he was not too panicked. When he noticed that he was getting weaker and weaker, he couldn't help but have a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

As if he didn't expect Tang San to have such scheming and patience, to be able to endure the pain caused by the corpse poison, he just waited until this moment to take action, the death messenger's pair of dark green eyes flashed with rich malice.

He was a great messenger of death, but he almost fell into the hands of this kid!

The reason why it was okay even if his heart was pierced was because he once forcibly sacrificed his own flesh and blood in order to become stronger. Although the final result was to become this skinny and inhuman, ghost-like appearance, it was also Success made his body look a little different.

It can be said that as long as his head does not fall off, he is not fatally injured.

Just when he was about to command the corpse slaves around him to torture Tang San, another change occurred.

Tang San looked stern as if he had finally made a decision.

The next second, the Death Messenger felt an indescribable suction force coming from the Eight Spider Spears that had submerged into his body. Under that suction force, his life force and soul power were being extracted in large quantities, turning into a blood-red streak. The light flowed into Tang San's body along the spider spear.

The wounds on Tang San's arms began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye after the red light entered his body.

"Ah...ho..."

He is also an evil soul master! ! !

In just a moment, the Death Messenger reacted, but a large amount of his life force was extracted. At this moment, let alone resisting, even the extent of his struggle was weaker than before.

Although it wasn't very strong, when the life force poured into his body, Tang San felt an indescribable pleasure welling up in his heart, as if he had ascended to bliss.

Not to mention the corpse poison that invaded the body, even the pain caused by the neurotoxins of the Human-Faced Demon Spider that had not been completely removed were much relieved by this pleasure shock that seemed to act on the soul.

"ah"

The spirit that had been tense due to pain for a long time suddenly relaxed. After letting out a low groan, Tang San fell into a brief daze. As his body trembled, he subconsciously further activated the devouring ability of the Eight Spider Spears.

After an unknown amount of time, as the life force stopped flowing into his body, Tang San, once again enveloped in pain, couldn't help but frown slightly.

As his eyes opened, what caught Tang San's eyes was the Death Messenger who had long since lost his voice.

With his life force drained out, he was now like a dried rag, hanging on the Eight Spider Spear, swaying in the wind.

It makes the whole scene look evil and weird.

Not only the vitality, but just like the Deep Sea Demon Whale King in his previous life, the soul power of the Soul King cultivation of the Death Messenger was also drained by him and accumulated in his meridians.

After hard training over the past year, coupled with the absorption of the Eight Spider Spear soul bones for ten thousand years, his soul power level has gone from level 32 when he first entered school to level 37 or close to level 38 now. .

But now, Tang San knew that as long as he refined the soul power extracted from the Death Messenger, he would directly reach level 40.

He was naturally aware of the attitude toward evil soul masters in this era, and because of this, he had just hesitated to use the devouring power of the Eight Spider Spears.

But he had no choice. He underestimated the ability of the messenger of death. If he did not swallow the opponent's vitality, he would undoubtedly be dead when facing the revenge of the messenger of death with the corpse poison in his body.

Feeling the poison spreading in his body, Tang San quickly took a detoxification pill and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could sit cross-legged to suppress the poison, the twelve corpse slaves beside him trembled violently because they lost the control of the Death Messenger.

Then, when they raised their heads again, their eyes, which were originally empty and lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water, were already filled with unspeakable ferocity.

Seeing this scene, Tang San didn't understand that these corpse slaves who had been tortured in their lives had completely lost their minds. Now that the death of the Death Messenger had caused the power that restrained them to dissipate, naturally only the instinct to destroy all living things in front of them was left.

If Huo Yuhao was here, he could still give them relief by purifying their souls, but the one standing here at the moment was Tang San, who knew nothing about undead magic.

Strike first to gain the upper hand!

Without the slightest hesitation, the spider spear behind Tang San struck again like lightning, and in an instant he stabbed at the corpse slaves in front of him.

Although the defense of these corpse slaves is obviously much higher than that of the Death Messenger, it only takes a little more effort to resist the Eight Spider Lance of ten thousand years.

After a short stalemate, the spider spears broke through the invulnerable skin of the corpse slaves and penetrated into them.

However, his face changed the next second. Just like the creatures in Huo Yuhao's undead plane, these corpse slaves were undead creatures refined by the Death Messenger through the corpses of those soul masters. How could there be any vitality in their bodies for Tang San to extract?

The most important thing is that because they are already dead, let alone their hearts, they will not stop moving even if their brains are pierced.

Realizing this, Tang San immediately wanted to pull out the spider spears, but it was too late.

His body had become too weak due to the excessive erosion of the corpse poison, and he couldn't even escape. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to attack the corpse slave when it hadn't completely gotten rid of the control. He was able to pierce the corpse slave's body just now because of the sharp tip of the spider spear, but sometimes it's easy to pierce in, but it's hard to pull it out.

In order to fix the prey, the seemingly smooth spider spear is covered with countless barbs that are difficult to detect with the naked eye, so Tang San can't retract it in the first time. In this moment, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

There was no sign at all. The corpse slaves seemed to feel no pain, and let the spider spear continue to sink into their bodies and bite Tang San.

As the corpse slaves approached, Tang San felt a fishy and unpleasant smell coming towards him, and the mouth that was about to bite him was the hardest hit area.

Just thinking about the effect of being bitten by this thing, Tang San couldn't help but feel scared.

You know, this is not as simple as smelling. As corpse slaves made by the messenger of the god of death, how could they not carry corpse poison?

The strong desire to survive made Tang San show his blue silver grass martial soul without hesitation.

The first soul skill, proliferation!

Self-created soul skill, blue silver entanglement!

Tang San, who burst out with all his strength, once again showed his terrifying strength. The overwhelming blue wave burst out with him as the center, and instantly entangled the surrounding corpse slaves.

Then, in less than a second, these blue silver vines entangled on the corpse slaves broke inch by inch under Tang San's extremely ugly face.

Without the ice and fire alchemy body, the strength of his blue silver grass is greatly reduced compared to his previous life. It is difficult to deal with those ordinary soul kings who are good at strength, let alone the corpse slaves carefully refined by the messenger of the god of death?

Although this strongest soul king of all time died in the hands of Tang San because of carelessness, the twelve invulnerable and powerful corpse slaves left behind are his real trump card!

It can be said that if the twelve corpse slaves are lost, the strength of the Death Messenger will at least drop by half.

"Get out of here!!!"

Realizing that it was ineffective, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit was instantly retracted, and a small black hammer suddenly appeared in his hand.

The world's number one weapon martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer!

Forcibly suppressing his arm that was trembling due to the erosion of the corpse poison, Tang San tightened the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and swung it with all his strength.

Under the horrible negative blessing of the corpse poison, the small black hammer drew a graceful arc in the air and hit the face of the corpse slave in front of him heavily.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the corpse slave's jaw was directly dislocated by this powerful blow, and even a few of his dirty teeth were knocked out.

Seeing this scene, Tang San couldn't help but flash a trace of despair in his eyes. If it was normal, he would have no problem smashing the opponent's head with this blow, and it would definitely be no problem to knock the opponent out. Now, let alone repel him, he almost didn't hold it tightly, and the Clear Sky Hammer slipped out of his hand.

At this moment, the premonition of danger came into play again. With a sudden chill in his heart, Tang San quickly turned sideways and raised his hand, just in time to block the corpse slave attacking from behind with the hammer in his hand.

The hard teeth bit the Clear Sky Hammer fiercely, and sparks burst out.

However, the next second, another corpse slave's attack followed, biting Tang San's shoulder firmly, directly tearing off a large piece of flesh, and scarlet blood spurted out from the wound, falling on the gray face of the corpse slave, making it even more hideous.

"Ah!!!"

Tang San screamed miserably, and then, adrenaline surged, the pain in his body was quickly suppressed, and the originally weak body suddenly emerged with a surge of strength from nowhere.

Under the infusion of soul power at all costs, the black light of the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand flashed, and after forcing the corpse slaves in front of him to retreat, he turned around with a roar, and with a resentful look, he hammered the head of the corpse slave who hurt him.

Bang!

The huge force directly lifted the corpse slave away, and a huge dent appeared on his head.

But for undead creatures, this kind of injury can't even affect their combat effectiveness. As soon as they landed, the corpse slave staggered up from the ground and rushed towards Tang San again.

Maybe it was a temporary outbreak at the moment of life and death. Although it was not as powerful as the angry blow just now, Tang San's next hammer could repel one or two corpse slaves.

But Tang San himself knew that repelling alone was not enough. He couldn't escape from the encirclement of twelve corpse slaves. Once the effect of adrenaline began to fade, then what awaited him was death.

As time went by, the heads of the twelve corpse slaves became dilapidated under the destruction of the Clear Sky Hammer, but Tang San's situation was not much better. He inevitably had several more hideous wounds on his body, and blood was dripping.

Another corpse slave bit his left arm, tearing off a large piece of flesh again, but Tang San didn't even frown, just smashed the other's head with a cold hammer.

Bang!

As if it couldn't hold on anymore, the corpse slave's head exploded like a watermelon, and the smelly liquid immediately scattered around.

Twelve corpse slaves, finally solved by Tang San.

I don't know if it's because the adrenaline is too effective or because the corpse poison has eroded too deeply, Tang San has not felt any pain for a long time, and there is only endless numbness.

In a trance, the last glimmer of hope in Tang San's heart disappeared. When he realized that he would die without taking out the trident, a surprise call sounded from his ears.

"Tang San!"

The familiar pressure came instantly, directly crushing several corpse slaves around him to the ground. After a crisp sound, including the skulls, the bones of the eleven corpse slaves were all crushed and could no longer move.

Seeing this scene, Tang San's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and the whole person seemed to have lost all his strength and leaned back. Before his vision completely fell into darkness, an old figure broke into his sight.

Old beast!!!

Since I survived today, when I step into the Titled Douluo in the future, it will be your death!!!

Not noticing the resentment overflowing from Tang San's eyes, seeing that the other party fainted like this, Xuan Lao's expression tightened, and he quickly released a soft soul power to support him.

After a careful check, he was relieved after confirming that Tang San still had a heartbeat.

"It's okay, it's okay."

With the experience of poisoning in the Star Dou Great Forest last time, Xuan Lao, who had learned a lesson, immediately used his soul power to seal all of Tang San's meridians to prevent the further spread of the corpse poison.

After doing this, he had the energy to carefully observe Tang San's injuries. Looking at the horrible appearance, he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

He simply couldn't imagine how strong his willpower and how terrible his obsession were to allow Tang San to persist until now.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

As the voice choked with guilt sounded, two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of Xuan Lao's eyes.

A genius whose talent even surpassed Tang San's ancestors was almost buried in his hands. How could he describe the grief and anger in his heart in words?

How many meals of wine would it take to smooth out the scars this time?

But he also understood that this was not the time to be heartbroken. Tang San was not completely out of danger. He had to take him back to the academy for treatment as soon as possible.

I saw Elder Xuan raising his greasy sleeves, wiping the hot tears on his face, and soaring into the sky with the three people wrapped in white soul power, rushing towards the direction of Shrek Academy.

Shortly after Elder Xuan left, with a wave of space fluctuations, Huo Yuhao and Gu Yuena slowly walked out of a space crack.

Looking at the tragic scene around him, Huo Yuhao was silent for a moment, and suddenly a pale flame ignited on his fingertips.

Under the reflection of the pale light, black air currents floated out from the crushed head of the corpse slave and slowly turned into nothingness.

"I thought you would save those two people."

Listening to the ethereal voice in his ear, Huo Yuhao pursed his lips and spoke softly.

"This is their own choice, no one else can be blamed. All I can do is give them a choice."