! Chapter 202, Tang Chen Resurrects!
One year later,
Slaughter City,
"Huh, I finally succeeded. This way, the inner city will not be difficult for me. In this year, my soul power has broken through to level 43.
Although the environment of Slaughter City cannot use soul skills, I can absorb soul rings. Unfortunately, I only found a ten thousand year old crypt spider. Next, I have to find a way to replenish the life source of blue silver grass.
Since my mother is not the Blue Silver Emperor in this life, then I'm sorry, Blue Silver King of Blue Silver Forest!"
Tang San sorted out his hidden weapons and began to walk towards the inner city. When he entered the inner city, he felt the familiar killing breath, and his blood began to boil. After
about two months of killing, Tang San's own murderous aura has condensed into shape.
"It's almost time, I should release my great-grandfather. With my great-grandfather in the Haotian Sect, it will not fall. What Dragon Emperor Douluo, what Qiandao Liu, all die in front of my great-grandfather!"
Tang San wiped the blood on his body. He planned to wake up Tang Chen.
But waking up Tang Chen is not an easy task!
Thinking back to the time when Tang Chen searched all over the continent, he finally found the inheritance of the Shura God in the Slaughter City. However, the Rakshasa God, who was opposed to the Shura God, infiltrated the Shura God Test when he ascended to the God Realm, eroding the Shura God's consciousness and transforming the Slaughter City into a corrupt and evil place.
Tang Chen, who had no idea about this, was disturbed by the Rakshasa God's consciousness. When facing the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, he was completely trapped in evil thoughts. His body was also parasitized by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, and he became the King of Slaughter, trapped in the Slaughter City for decades.
"Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, the Rakshasa God will slowly settle accounts with me later. With the Shura consciousness that I have nurtured so far, only one-third should be enough to awaken my great-grandfather."
Tang San walked all the way over, and the residents of the Slaughter City avoided Tang San when they saw him.
After all, Tang San had only been in the inner city of the Slaughter City for a month, and he had won more than 40 games in the killing field, and killed all the voices of disobedience to win the title of Shura King!
At this time, a dark and spacious room.
It was an exceptionally large chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals formed a drum-shaped shape. Except for this chair, everything here was dark red.
"King Shura is here." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.
"I know." A tall figure sat down on the huge chair. In the darkness, his appearance could not be seen clearly, but it could be vaguely seen that this person was tall and thin.
"Great king. Could it be that he is here to join us? It has been a long time since a truly powerful person joined the City of Slaughter."
"Do you think he is a truly powerful person?" asked the tall man sitting upright on the chair.
"At least in terms of skills, he is. King Shura seemed to be born for the Slaughter City. His soul power is just at the Soul Sect level, but his various skills are terribly strong.
Even a Titled Douluo cannot kill him in the Slaughter City without soul skills. I can be sure that there is at least one soul bone in King Shura."
The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, "Then do you think, can he complete a hundred games and challenge the Hell Road?"
"Completing a hundred games is a matter of time. But I'm afraid he can't make it to the Hell Road."
The King of Slaughter shook his head and said, "This King Shura is a disciple of the Haotian Sect. The Haotian Sect has a God of Killing. This King Shura must be a disciple with good talent.
He probably won't join the Slaughter City, so we don't have to care about him."
"Yes!"
The King of Slaughter waved his hand, "Go and lead King Shura over."
"Yes!"
After the woman left, the King of Slaughter waved his hand, and a thick dark red liquid flew out in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge pool of blood, full of sticky blood. He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood. In the dim light, two fangs were faintly revealed.
Outside the palace of the King of Slaughter,
"Respected Lord Shura King, what are you doing here?" the woman asked.
Tang San's face was calm: "I want to see the King of Slaughter!"
"Please allow me..."
"Let him in." A hoarse voice came.
"Please come in." The woman opened the door and invited Tang San in.
Tang San walked slowly into the door, and his spiritual consciousness in the sea of spirituality was ready.
"King Shura, what do you want to see me for?"
The King of Slaughter stood up, and Tang San looked at the King of Slaughter carefully.
The image of the King of Slaughter was very different from his great-grandfather. First of all, the voice of the King of Slaughter was low and sharp, and then he wore a blood-colored robe, and his whole body was wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak with a stand-up collar.
His face was pale, and although he looked like a middle-aged man, his hair and eyes were blood red. From a distance, it looked like a blood shadow, which looked particularly creepy.
"Hmph!" Tang San snorted coldly, his consciousness was ready, and a pure Shura consciousness was injected into the eyebrows of the King of Slaughter.
There are two representatives of the God of Slaughter in the God Realm, one is the law enforcement god Shura God, and the other is the main god Rakshasa God. The two are respectively the leaders of the God of Slaughter, among which Shura God is the law enforcer of the God Realm, and has several law enforcement gods under his command.
Shura and Rakshasa, although both control killing, Shura God controls all the killing aura in the world, while Rakshasa God controls the hatred and killing formed by evil and resentment.
Although the two are both gods of killing, they are incompatible. Shura God's aura is the real nemesis of Rakshasa God, even more terrifying than the restraint of the God of Light on her.
Tang San's Sea God consciousness was completely used up when attacking Di Tian, and his real trump card was Shura God consciousness. He knew that his real confidence came from Shura God.
Shura God is one of the five great god kings in the God Realm, and his combat power is the first in the God Realm. Except for the two old god kings of kindness and evil, Shura God has no opponent.
Tang San also relied on the inheritance of the Shura God to surpass the God of Destruction step by step and control the God Realm. His previous cultivation reached the peak God King level, and he was not far from the Supreme God King.
He understood that everything he had was given by the Shura God, so Tang San would use his Shura consciousness to facilitate himself! He would rely on this Shura consciousness to become the Shura God again in this life!
"Ahhhhhhhh——" The King of Slaughter felt a tingling pain all over his body, and he was holding his head and twitching! Many mysterious blood lines appeared on his pale skin, and there was a magic pattern like a sword on his forehead, and a pair of huge blood-red wings spread out behind him.
After about a few breaths, the King of Slaughter changed. The sword-shaped blood-colored magic pattern on his forehead was like a living red light, and the light gradually became stronger from dim, and a layer of reddish brilliance appeared on the surface of his body.
The originally pale face of the King of Slaughter also began to change, and the white was gradually replaced by an unhealthy flush. The wings behind him were broken into pieces and turned into flying ash and disappeared.
His hair gradually changed from red to black, and the same change appeared in his eyes. The only part of his body that remained red was the magic pattern on his forehead.
At this time, the aura of the "King of Slaughter" was rising at a geometric rate, and then a pure murderous aura continued to rise!
Maybe a few more breaths! The eyes of the "King of Slaughter" actually lit up, his eyes were black, an extremely deep black, and his face seemed to have changed to a certain extent.
Although he still looked like a middle-aged man, he became much more handsome, and all the evil was replaced by a righteous spirit. The black hair behind his head moved without wind, and he stood there, no longer the previous floating posture of the King of Slaughter, but as solemn as a mountain.
"I am Tang Chen!"