Douluo Qingmei Qian Renxue, the starting soul ring becomes soul vein

Chapter 253 I am your father! (Gu Yuena will post it tomorrow)
Inside the killing field of hell, the smell of blood was so strong that it almost solidified into substance, and the air was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere.

Lin Feng was very familiar with the figure on the stage at this moment. It was the escaping Tang San.

Lin Feng sat down casually in a corner, quietly watching Tang San on the stage, his eyes were cold, his body was agile, and every move was ruthless and accurate. His opponents had almost no power to fight back in front of him, and were knocked down one by one.

The Eight Spider Lance behind him was a completely unreasonable product. In this place where spirit skills were forbidden, the Eight Spider Lance with devouring properties became Tang San's greatest reliance. Every spear tip absorbed the opponent's vitality while piercing the opponent's body, replenishing his own consumption.

The originally black Eight Spider Lance was now blood red and covered with barbs. Even when Tang San was devouring the opponent's vitality, Lin Feng could see the flow of energy in it.

"Did he get the Eight Spider Lance? That human-faced spider will constantly refresh this external soul bone, or is this really fate? Or is Shura really always watching him?" Lin Feng pondered in his heart, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Tang San's smile on the stage became more and more ferocious, and he pierced the unlucky guy in front of him with the Eight Spider Lance. The gurgling blood flowed up along the tip of the spear and turned into nourishment for his body. Every time he swallowed, his aura became stronger, and the blood-red light on the Eight Spider Lance became more and more dazzling, like a bloodthirsty flower blooming in hell.

Tang San licked the corner of his mouth, looking at the corpse with missing arms and legs in front of him, with a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Sure enough, this way of growth is what I like the most. In front of the pleasure of skyrocketing strength, those impurities and distracting thoughts that come with it are nothing. Hahaha." Tang San laughed wildly, his voice echoing in the sky above the Hell Killing Field, sounding particularly harsh.

"Xiu, Shura King, you must not die well--" A spirit master who was defeated by Tang San in front of him lay on the ground, cursing with his last strength. His eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, but his body could no longer move.

Tang San sneered, and with a light wave of the Eight Spider Lances, the soul master's voice suddenly stopped, and he completely lost his vitality. For Tang San, these people's lives were just stepping stones on his path to growth, and he never had any mercy on them.

“Stop making noise! ​​You are just stepping stones on my road to becoming a god, and you are just nourishment on my road to becoming a god. It is your honor to use your lives and blood to build my glory!”

His eyes flashed with a desire for power, a pursuit of strength, and contempt for the weak.

"The winner is, King Shura!"

Following the host's announcement, the entire Hell Killing Field seemed to be boiling, with cheers and shouts coming one after another, but these sounds were like nothingness in Tang San's ears. He slowly turned around, his blood-red eyes swept across the crowd below the stage, a look that was like looking at an ant, full of indifference and disdain.

In his eyes, those who were cheering were just the guys who would die at his hands in the future.

Tang San slowly walked down the platform, and reached out to embrace the two female fallen spirit masters who had been waiting for him for a long time. They were only wearing a few pieces of torn cloth, their skin was vaguely visible, and their eyes were full of admiration and desire for Tang San. However, there was no warmth in Tang San's eyes, only indifference and exploitation.

"You performed well today." Tang San's voice was low and hoarse. He gently stroked the hair of one of the women squatting in front of him, and she seemed to have received a great gift, with excitement flashing in her eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Shura King. We are willing to do anything for you." Another female fallen soul master said eagerly, her body trembling slightly.

Tang San was very satisfied with these guys who threw themselves at him. After experiencing the Yu Ruyan incident, he suddenly discovered that playing with feelings was a very interesting thing.

Just like what he did to Huo Yuhao, he made those with affection unattainable and those without affection even more unscrupulous, making the interweaving of love and hate the cruelest game in the world. The two female fallen soul masters with eyes filled with desire in front of him were the dogs he had brainwashed and raised during this period of time.

This world is very strange. Even for someone like him, who is called the Shura King here, the way he kills others is extremely weird. The shriveled appearance of others after death is even more terrifying. The fallen female soul master who has been entangled with him for a few days will soon be found dead on the street.

Everything he did showed that Tang San at this moment was an evil soul master who had completely transcended the Fallen. However, even for such a Tang San, there were still desperate guys in this hellish killing field who flocked to him and regarded him as a god.

They are willing to sacrifice everything for Tang San, even their lives, just to stay by his side for a moment longer and enjoy that moment of warmth and the vanity brought by power.

If someone couldn't stand it and reminded them, they would just say, "Why do you slander my pigeons! Even if my pigeons kill themselves, it is our blessing. Do you understand the value of pigeons? Do you understand the noble and kind souls of my pigeons?"

"Very good, you can come tonight and bring your own props." Tang San whispered to them.

The two fallen spirit masters heard this, and a complex look of shyness and expectation flashed in their eyes, but was soon overwhelmed by endless desire. They responded softly, and then followed Tang San like obedient pets, stepping into the dark world that belonged to him.

As for why he needs to bring props, it is not because he is capable, but quite the opposite. He needs props to give these fallen people some stimulation.

In Tang San's private territory, the lights were dim and ambiguous. The two fallen spirit masters had changed into more revealing outfits, holding all kinds of strange props in their hands, waiting for Tang San's instructions with dazed eyes.

Tang San sat on a huge black sofa, leaning back slightly, his blood-red eyes flashing a strange light in the dimness.
"let's start."

"Yes."

He didn't need to say anything more, the two female fallen soul masters took action on their own.

Tang San pinched one of them by the chin, and sneered as he looked at her face which was twisted by fear and excitement. "What's your name?" he asked calmly.

"I... my name is Xiaoyan." The female fallen spirit master answered tremblingly, her eyes showing both fear of Tang San and anticipation for what was about to happen.

"Xiao Yan?" Tang San chuckled. This name was really familiar! A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "Very good, Xiao Yan, I am very satisfied with your performance today. However, this is not enough."

He let go of Xiaoyan's chin and pointed at the woman next to him who was also trembling. "You, come here."

The woman immediately walked to Tang San obediently, knelt at his feet, raised her head and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Lord Shura King, please give me your instructions."

A cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He stretched out his hand and pinched the woman's cheek, forcing her to open her mouth. "What I want you to do is very simple. She is on the ground, and you..."

His words were low and cold, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting their souls. However, the two female fallen soul masters did not resist at all, but instead had a flash of excitement in their eyes. For them, being able to serve the Shura King, even if it meant enduring the greatest pain and humiliation, was a rare honor.

Under Tang San's instruction, the two female fallen spirit masters began to torture each other, while Tang San sat on the sofa, quietly admiring this cruel game. His eyes were cold and distant, as if all this had nothing to do with him. However, only he knew that this game was the result of the darkest desire in his heart.

As time went on, the atmosphere in the room became more and more oppressive, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood. The two female fallen spirit masters were exhausted, their bodies were covered with scars and blood, but their eyes were still full of admiration and desire for Tang San.

Finally, when the last painful groan sounded, the two female fallen spirit masters collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Tang San slowly stood up, walked in front of them, and looked down at them with cold eyes.

"You did a good job." He said lightly, and the Eight Spider Lance pierced into the two people with dull eyes, especially the one named Xiaoyan.

“Remember, this is your honor.” Tang San’s voice was cold and ruthless. The Eight Spider Lances were slowly pulled out of their bodies, bringing out strings of blood beads that dripped onto the ground with a heart-pounding sound.

"Shura. King. You promised."

"I'm sorry, I don't like your name, so it's better for you to die!" Tang San's words were like ice, causing despair to rise in the hearts of Xiaoyan and another female fallen spirit master who were already weak. There was a flash of astonishment in their eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they heard. "Why? Lord Shura King, we have done so much for you, isn't this enough?" Xiaoyan struggled to say, her voice weak and trembling, her eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

Tang San sneered, his eyes full of indifference and disdain: "You did this for me? Humph, this is just your wishful thinking.

My acceptance does not mean I agree. You gave it voluntarily. Do you still expect me to give you my so-called sincerity? It's ridiculous!
Not to mention the so-called sincerity, which does not exist in this world!"

The inequalities I learned from Yu Ruyan are very useful.

Xiaoyan laughed miserably at the end and shouted with all her might, "King Shura! You can't do it! You don't have the capital to be a man! Haha——"

brush--

Two heads rolled down.

Tang San's eyes flashed with anger and extreme killing intent. The hidden disease below was the thing he was most reluctant to mention in his life. How dare these two bastards do this! They must be made into human pigs and hung outside the killing field!
He snorted coldly, walked out of the room, returned to the sofa in the hall, picked up the Bloody Mary on the coffee table, and drank it all in one gulp.

"what--"

Tang San exhaled an intoxicated breath. In this place, most people's bodies were hollowed out by desire. Sometimes, the blood and energy of the guys he devoured were not even as strong as a few glasses of Bloody Mary made with blood.

He sat down, and although his eyes were bloodshot and his mind was a little confused, he still sat down and started the work in his hands. On his coffee table were some strange-shaped hidden weapon components.

"Mother and Child Soul Chasing Gallbladder, some components of the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus."

"Haha, my Tang Sect's hidden weapons are invincible. Once I reproduce the Tears of Guanyin, even if I cannot become a god, I can kill all the soul masters in this world with just my soul power!"

At this moment, a voice exploded in his ears like a thunder.

"How depraved, Tang San."

Tang San's eyes froze instantly, he turned around abruptly, his Purple Demon Pupil was pushed to the extreme, but he didn't find any trace of anyone at all. That voice seemed to come from nothingness.

"Who? Who is playing tricks?" Tang San's face was gloomy, and the Eight Spider Lances unconsciously appeared behind him.

However, there was silence all around, with only the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat echoing in his ears.

"You dare to come, but you don't dare to show yourself?" Tang San snorted coldly, "You are worthy of being my opponent if you hide your head and show your tail?"

At this moment, the lights in the room suddenly flickered, and an inexplicable pressure descended from the sky, directly pressing him to the ground, face down on the ground.

Tang San, trembling all over, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Even the Eight Spider Lance was suppressed by the sudden pressure and could not move.

"Who is it?" Tang San gritted his teeth and tried hard to raise his head.

"Me? I'm your father!" Lin Feng walked out slowly from the darkness, his eyes full of teasing and coldness. His figure looked particularly slender under the dim light, forming a sharp contrast with Tang San's embarrassment.

Tang San's eyes were cold. Could you be Tang Hao? You're taking advantage of me!

"put"

Before Tang San could say anything, Lin Feng blocked his ability to speak.

Lin Feng walked up to Tang San on the ground and shook his head slightly, "It seems that you are more depraved than I thought. It seems that Yu Ruyan's matter was a big blow to you?"

"Ouch!——" Tang San struggled, and the fingers of his hands left bloody marks on the ground.

Lin Feng coldly watched Tang San struggle, his eyes without the slightest sympathy or pity. He squatted down, and praised, "You were heartbroken outside, and you indulged yourself here, using the lives and blood of others to satisfy your own selfish desires. Tang San, you are really amazing. Didn't you say you were pure and innocent?
Didn't you say you liked Xiao Wu? But when you were doing that thing with Yu Ruyan, it seemed like you had already betrayed her. No wonder you are in this situation here."

With every word Lin Feng said, Tang San's face became uglier. His eyes were red and he was panting like a cow. If he could, he wanted to eat the guy in front of him alive.

Who is this guy!
Lin Feng stood up, looked at the Eight Spider Lances behind Tang San and said quietly, "I remember you said something, only those who endure the most hardships can become the best."

Tang San's eyes suddenly widened, he kept breathing heavily, and his heart beat violently.

"I still remember you asked me a question. Now let me ask you. Xiao Wu's life depends on your thoughts. Are you willing to die now?"

Tang San's eyes instantly became fierce, he gritted his teeth, trying to break through Lin Feng's seal. However, Lin Feng's power was as heavy as a mountain.

Damn it, there is clearly no fluctuation in soul power, this guy! Could it really be Huo Yuhao? !

Lin Feng released the seal on Tang San's mouth.

"Will You"

"Boom——" Tang San was buried underground.

"wrong answer."

Lin Feng shook his head expressionlessly. "As you wish, only those who endure hardships can become the best. The Eight Spider Lance has brought you growth too easily. I want to take it back."

"Kakaka-"

A heart-wrenching pain came from his back and Tang San screamed. The Eight Spider Lances were being torn away from his body by an invisible force. The pain was even worse than death.

"what!--"

Do not! ! !
Tang San roared in his heart, who on earth is this guy who knows his future!!!
Without the Eight Spider Lances, what am I?
Without the Eight Spider Lances, I will fall from heaven to hell in this hell!
(End of this chapter)