Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect: Starting with a Bond to God King Tang San

Chapter 205 The Changes of the Poison-Undying

If Deng Mu came to the God Realm and listened to Tang San, then the entire God Realm would belong to Tang San.

This must never happen, as it would affect the future of the entire divine realm.

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Another one is a base of an evil god cult.

"Ahhh..."

A heart-wrenching scream rang out from the evil god cult's base; the owner of that voice was none other than Poison Undying.

At this moment, his body is undergoing a frenzied transformation by the power of the evil god.

Countless black veins snaked across his skin, twisting muscles and deforming bones wherever they passed.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was contorted almost grotesque with extreme pain.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding cultists instinctively took a few steps back, their eyes filled with both fear and awe.

They knew that this was the process by which the evil god chose the poisoned immortal to grant him greater power, but the cruel scene before them still made them feel a chill.

At this moment, Du Busi felt as miserable as if he had been fucked by a dog; he was now in a state of neither living nor dying.

That evil force seemed to have its own will, rampaging through his body and constantly reshaping it, making every second feel like torture in hell.

"Why...why must I suffer like this!"

Poison Undying screamed madly in his heart, but his voice was drowned out by endless pain, turning into only indistinct roars.

As the transformation progressed, Poison Undying's consciousness gradually became distorted amidst the pain.

The last shred of reason that remained was shattered by the overwhelming pain.

He no longer pondered why he had fallen into this predicament, nor did he recall the past; all that remained in his heart was a thirst for power and a mad hatred for those who had inflicted this suffering.

Finally, the rampant and raging power of the evil god seemed to reach a certain balance and slowly stabilized.

Poison Undying's body stopped trembling violently; he was panting heavily, his chest heaving.

He raised his head, and the eerie light in his eyes grew even stronger, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.

"I...I'm still alive..." Poison Undying let out a low laugh, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and the intoxication of his newfound power.

He slowly raised his hands, looking at his muscular arms that exuded an evil aura, feeling the world-destroying power contained within them.

Just then, a huge phantom suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a demon god exuding a strong evil aura, with a ferocious face and six huge black wings on its back. The edges of each wing shimmered with an eerie light, as if it could tear space apart.

The demon god held a huge black scythe in his hand, with wisps of black mist swirling around it, seemingly capable of swallowing even light.

This is the newly acquired Evil God Martial Soul of Poison Undying.

As soon as the Evil God Martial Soul appeared, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench.

Poison Undying stared at the evil god martial spirit before him, his eyes filled with fanaticism and excitement.

He could clearly feel that this martial spirit was closely connected to his soul, and every subtle movement could affect his will.

Furthermore, the nine pitch-black spirit rings of the Evil God Martial Soul exuded a chilling aura, with each spirit ring containing powerful evil energy.

"Hahahaha, this is my power! This is the power bestowed upon me by the evil god!" Poison Undying laughed wildly, his voice echoing throughout the entire evil god cult base.

He couldn't wait to test his newfound power, and his gaze casually swept over a giant stone statue to the side.

With a thought, he swung the black scythe in the hand of the Evil God Martial Soul, and a black crescent-shaped beam of light shot out like lightning, instantly striking the giant stone statue.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the giant stone statue instantly turned to dust, and countless fragments of stone flew in all directions.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding cultists scattered in terror, their eyes filled with awe and fear as they looked at Poison Undying.

"From this moment forward, I, Poison Undying, am the new leader of the Evil God Cult!" Poison Undying declared loudly, his voice filled with an arrogant and domineering air.

He swept his gaze across the assembled believers, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. "You must all obey my commands. Anyone who dares to disobey will meet the same fate as this statue!"

The followers knelt down and shouted in unison, "We obey Your Majesty's command!" Their voices were clear and loud, echoing throughout the base.

Poison Undying felt incredibly pleased and began to think about his next plan.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

He plans to merge the Evil God Cult and the Body Sect, but not now.

Because the reputation of the Evil God Cult is now even worse than that of the Body Sect, if the two sects were to merge, they would almost certainly be besieged and destroyed.

Just then, a mysterious and eerie voice suddenly rang in his ears, as if it came from the deepest hell, yet it echoed clearly in his mind: "Poison Undying, accept the Nine Trials of the Evil God. If you pass, you will become the next Evil God..."

As Poison Undying heard the voice of the Nine Trials of Evil God, his eyes widened instantly, filled with wild joy.

Becoming a god—that was the goal that countless soul masters dreamed of but could never achieve—was now so real and right in front of him.

"Hahahaha, heaven is on my side!" Poison Undying laughed loudly, his laughter filled with madness and triumph.

After being transformed by the power of the evil god, Du Bu Si's mind began to become abnormal.

As for becoming a god, he had inquired about it before. It was said that to become a god, one must undergo divine trials and complete all the tests.

Poison Undying laughed wildly, already envisioning himself as an evil god, ruling over all things.

He suppressed his excitement; he needed to complete the divine test now. He listened intently to the voice, which sounded like it came from the deepest hell, as it continued to read out the test.

"The first test is to find and devour the essences of three powerful evil soul beasts within one year to strengthen your evil power and lay the foundation for subsequent tests."

Upon hearing this, Du Busi began to think about the content of the assessment.

Three powerful evil spirit beasts...

Du Bu Si knew this was no easy task. The Douluo Continent was vast and boundless, and finding three powerful evil soul beasts within a year was like finding a needle in a haystack.

If it were three evil soul beasts, it would be a piece of cake for him.

But the temptation to become a god was like a blazing flame, burning wildly in his heart, driving him to complete the trial at all costs.

He immediately summoned the cultists and issued an order for a full-scale search: "You are to scatter to every corner of the continent and inquire about powerful evil spirit beasts. No matter if it's a desolate mountain or a hidden forest cave, don't let it slip by. Report to me immediately if you find any clues!" After receiving the order, the cultists scattered like ants, rushing to all directions of the continent.

(End of this chapter)