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

Chapter 254: Evacuation, Desperate Tang San, Shocked Shura God

“Click, click, click.”

The entire Eight Spider Lance was slowly peeled off by an invisible force. Tang San's screams echoed in the empty room, his eyes wide open, full of fear and unwillingness.

Every groan of pain was like a wail from the depths of his soul. The departure of the Eight Spider Lances made his body and mind feel as if they were cut by thousands of sharp blades. The pain almost made him faint.

"No! No! Give it back to me! It's mine!" Tang San screamed in his heart, but it was all in vain. The force was cold and ruthless, pulling his external soul bone out of his body bit by bit.

"Ah——!" Tang San screamed again, his voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable as human, like a ghost from hell screaming. At this moment, he felt unprecedented despair and fear, as if the whole world had collapsed.

The Eight Spider Lances were his greatest support. If he lost them, he would not be able to survive in this slaughter city. The fallen spirit masters who had been tortured and oppressed by him in the past would take the opportunity to swarm over him and tear him to pieces. Tang San's consciousness began to blur, and the severe pain in his body and the despair in his heart intertwined.

"Who are you?!!!"

"I told you, I'm your father!"

(Damn it, this guy never misses any opportunity to take advantage of others. Whose father are you?)
As Tang San's last howl sounded, the Eight Spider Lance finally completely separated from his body, suspended in mid-air, flashing a strange red light. The thorns and barbs all over it made its overall appearance look like a horrible torture instrument.

At this moment, Tang San's back was covered in blood as if he had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives. It seemed as if most of his vitality had been drained away at this moment. He was listless and almost lost the strength to breathe.

Lin Feng looked at the Eight Spider Lance thoughtfully. He moved his fingers slightly, and the Eight Spider Lance floating in the air slowly flew towards him as if being pulled by an invisible thread.

The evil aura and blood surrounding it made him frown. "It seems that you have been so hungry that you have no choice but to eat anything. It's better to destroy this thing now!"

As he spoke, Lin Feng gently waved his hand, and golden energy gushed out from his palm, instantly enveloping the Eight Spider Lance. The Eight Spider Lance, which was originally flashing with a strange red light, began to tremble violently under the impact of this energy, and the thorns and barbs on it seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and quickly shrank and dissipated.

"boom--"

The Eight Spider Lance suddenly exploded. To Lin Feng, the Eight Spider Lance was no longer worthy of his attention.

Hearing the sound coming from the air, the last glimmer of hope in Tang San's heart was shattered. He watched helplessly as his external soul bone turned into nothingness, and the feeling of powerlessness and despair almost suffocated him.

For him at this moment, nothing is more important than strength. The entire future needs to be relied upon, otherwise everything in the memory will be like a dream.

"Why... why is it like this?" Tang San murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with reluctance and pain.

I should have been the King of Gods. Even if I had to go back the same path and lack some opportunities, I should have been the son of destiny. But why did I end up in such a situation now?

"Tang San, do you know that there is a kind of people in this world who think highly of themselves and always think they are the center of the world. However, when a real crisis comes, they are the first to collapse."

“You… who are you? Why do you know those words? Huo Yuhao, is it you?” Tang San spoke with difficulty, enunciating each word, his voice hoarse.

Lin Feng glanced at Tang San calmly, "Just think of it as retribution, Tang San, it must be unpleasant to have your fate arranged by others, right?
Let me see how you can struggle, whether you can walk out of this city of killing alive. When you think you have overcome one difficulty, you will find that your fate has already been arranged.

Xiao Wu did not accept your love, and those who approached you brought betrayal; what you pursued could not be obtained, and what you cherished was taken away one by one. "

Lin Feng's voice echoed in the empty room, and every word was like a sharp knife, accurately piercing Tang San's heart.

"You think you are the protagonist, the darling of fate, but in fact, you are just a chess piece, a chess piece controlled by a higher being, just like what you did to him." Lin Feng continued, there was no sarcasm in his tone, only a cold statement, but this indifference was more biting than any sarcasm.

Anger flashed in Tang San's eyes, but more of it was despair and unwillingness. He couldn't accept that he was just a chess piece on someone else's chessboard, and couldn't accept that his fate was manipulated by others at will.

Even if the guy in front of him is not Huo Yuhao, he must be acquainted with Huo Yuhao. What is this? Is this to seek justice for Huo Yuhao?
He arranged Huo Yuhao's destiny, and in this life, he will arrange his own destiny.

In extreme anger, he thought about everything that had happened since he came to this world. Tang San, who was so weak that he could only move his lips, suddenly began to tremble violently.

He already had the answer in his heart. The person in front of him must be Lin Feng without a doubt. The only variable in this world is definitely him!

It’s a pity that I didn’t discover this problem earlier with my amazing wisdom. Yes, it’s definitely him, definitely him!

Lin Feng snatched Tang San's Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night, and took away all the hidden weapon components on the coffee table, "Tang San, if you can survive without these, maybe I can give you a chance to know the truth. Of course, you will still die. Don't you think so, evil soul master - Tang San!"

Lin Feng left decisively, leaving only the half-dead Tang San and the two corpses in the closed room.

He did not take Tang San's life directly, but planted a hidden hand in his heart. The Eight Spider Lance was destroyed by him, and the hidden weapons were collected by him. If he died, then he died.

If he could come out alive, Shura would definitely choose to take action, otherwise relying solely on Tang San's own recovery ability, he would probably be eaten up by the fallen soul masters outside before he could recover.

And if Shura took action to treat Tang San directly, Qing Xuan would have a handle on him. Without Tang San's Killing God Domain, Shura would not be able to help him reasonably.

Having chosen to interfere in the lower world, for Qingxuan at this time, the matter could be big or small, and it was always a good thing to create some rift with the Shura God.

I do not know how long it has been.

After Lin Feng left, the room fell into a deathly silence. Tang San lay on the ground, blood oozing out from the wound on his back, staining the entire ground red. His consciousness began to blur, but the resentment and anger in his heart burned like a raging fire.

"I... I can't die like this..." Tang San moved his lips with difficulty, his voice weak but firm. He knew that if he gave up like this, he would really lose, lose to the mysterious Lin Feng.

He is the God of Shura, the God of the Sea! He endured the severe pain and tried to mobilize the soul power in his body to repair his injuries. However, without the Eight Spider Lance, his strength was greatly reduced, and even the most basic self-healing became extremely difficult. But he did not give up, and tried again and again, even if it was just to heal the wound a little bit.

Time seemed to freeze, Tang San didn't know how long he had been trying like this. Finally, when he was about to use up his last bit of strength, the wound began to heal slowly, although the speed was extremely slow, but at least there was a turn for the better.

"boom--"

Tang San fainted completely. The healing seemed to have drained away his last bit of strength, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

Outside the killing town, the space rippled and Lin Feng's figure slowly emerged, his eyes moving slightly.

"I don't know if Shura God will react," he whispered to himself with a hint of amusement in his tone. His spiritual sense swept around, Lin Feng found the restaurant and entered again.

When the waiter saw Lin Feng coming in from the main door again, he was at a loss for words. Didn't this gentleman just come in not long ago? How did he come in again? Could he have teleported?
Even if it was teleportation, it wouldn't be right. Anyone who entered the City of Slaughter could not leave unless they passed through the Road to Hell. This was a well-known iron rule, but the person in front of him...

The waiter widened his eyes, but didn't dare to ask more questions. He just stared at Lin Feng as he walked to his previous seat and sat down again.

Looking at the empty restaurant, Lin Feng asked in surprise, "Why is there no one here?"

The waiter's mouth twitched. You've killed all the people, so who would dare to come? But he didn't dare to say it out loud, and just stammered, "Maybe they're all busy..."

Lin Feng smiled lightly and did not ask any more questions. Instead, he took out the teacup from his soul guide, poured a cup of tea, and sipped it leisurely.

He and Qingxuan agreed to wait here for a day, and then meet up and leave here after a day; if the other party did not come, Lin Feng could leave on his own without waiting any longer.

At this moment, it is still early for the agreed time.
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Spirit world.

Inside the Shura Temple, a divine light flashed, and the figure of the Shura God suddenly appeared.

He has a burly figure, wearing dark red magic pattern armor, his brows revealing majesty and coldness, his body is shrouded in bloody murderous aura, and his scarlet eyes are quietly looking at the clouds in front of him.

There was another scene in his eyes. Not long ago, he sensed a violent fluctuation coming from the Shura Demon Sword that he left in the City of Slaughter. This kind of fluctuation would only occur when the successor he chose encountered an extremely powerful enemy or faced a devastating crisis.

The Shura God was startled, and immediately probed his consciousness into it, using the Shura Demon Sword to derive his divine consciousness to explore everything in the City of Slaughter. However, he saw a scene that made him furious - Tang San, his successor, had been tortured to death, and even his external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lance, had been taken away.

His total strength is only one tenth of what it was before, and the fire of life is so weak that it seems like it will go out at any time.

He sent his spiritual thoughts into Tang San's body to further investigate the condition inside this guy's body. The result made his scalp tingle. In his eyes, Tang San's body had been completely devoured by the energy he had consumed during this period of time.

Chaotic impurities covered his limbs and bones, and evil power permeated his mind. What made Shura God even more angry was that Tang San actually couldn't resist drinking Bloody Mary.
His own soul was covered with a layer of haze, and he was like a complete sieve. Because of the injuries on his back, his vitality was constantly draining away.

Devouring randomly is damaging one's own foundation. Doesn't Tang San know this simple truth?

This is simply unreasonable!

"What a useless trash!" Shura God snorted angrily, his divine consciousness wandering in Tang San's body, trying to sort out the chaotic energies for him, while also thinking of countermeasures.

The crisis Tang San is facing now is far more than just being deprived of the Eight Spider Lances. More importantly, his state of mind may have been severely damaged, and that kind of despair and unwillingness will become a huge obstacle on his future path of cultivation.

However, as the law enforcer of the divine world, he could not directly intervene in the affairs of the lower world, and he could not easily show the power of the divine world. Otherwise, once he attracted the attention of other gods, it would likely cause unnecessary trouble.

"Oh, never mind!" God Shura sighed and finally decided to give Tang San some help. After all, it was not easy to find a soul master with such a paranoid personality, and he was also a good seedling with twin martial spirits. If he really died, it would be a big loss for him.

Shura God closed his eyes and began to mobilize the remaining divine thoughts and divine power in the Shura Demon Sword, preparing to give Tang San a little protection. This divine power was extremely subtle, which could help Tang San stabilize his mind and sort out the energy in his body without being noticed by other gods.

In the black palace, the Shura Demon Sword beside the King of Killing flashed red light.

Under the embrace of divine power, Tang San's dying life fire gradually stabilized, and the impurities and evil forces in his body were gradually suppressed.

"How hateful, who is it?!" God Shura thought angrily, and began to send his divine consciousness to explore the City of Slaughter.

What he didn't know was that when he drew out the divine thoughts and divine power from the Shura Demon Sword and sent them into Tang San's body, Qing Xuan, who was hiding in the dark, also sensed the fluctuation of this divine power. Her brows slightly frowned, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Giving a human being divine power? Why?"

Qing Xuan frowned. Is he the successor of Shura God? But the divine test has not yet begun. Is this behavior possible? But it seems reasonable?

She temporarily put the matter aside and turned her gaze back to the underground of the City of Slaughter.

The structure there was very strange. In her eyes at this moment, there was a road covered with blood and lava hidden underground in this city of killing. It was probably the road to hell that Lin Feng mentioned.

But why is it that if this Hell Road is put together with the City of Slaughter, the two combined look more like a huge purgatory magic circle?
The murderous intent, evil thoughts, blood, and even the crazy power of faith in the City of Slaughter will all converge on the Road to Hell. Is this the way for the Asura God to gain the power of faith in the mortal world?
Qingxuan thought about it, and it was true. Apart from places like this, the source of the Shura God's power of faith in the Douluo Continent was indeed difficult to explain.

She thought to herself, does this conform to the rules of the God Realm? For a moment, she was a little unsure.

(End of this chapter)