Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect

"However, the Rakshasa God has fallen after all. Even if I am a modern Rakshasa woman, I can only open two trials, and the rewards I get are just some ordinary ones."

The stone statues were all broken into pieces, and Tang San also understood that the inheritance of the Rakshasa God could not be as complete as the others.

Tang San asked, "Mother, the Asura God's mission is to find a successor and complete his trials?"

The Ghost Town has Ghost Towers, stone statues of ghost gods and Rakshasa, and places of inheritance. The City of Slaughter also has the Hell Road and the Asura God. Not only are they complete, they are also given the real domain of the God of Killing. It is impossible that they don't exist.

"I don't know. I originally thought that the condition for opening the trial of the Shura God was to obtain the domain of the God of Killing, but your father did not obtain the trial of the Shura God." This was also something that Hong Yan could not understand. Logically, Tang Hao should have opened the trial of the Shura God, but Tang Hao got nothing and didn't know what went wrong.

"Son, I named you Three because I want you to become the third god of this world and lead us out of this cage."

In fact, it goes without saying that only God can remove God's seal.

Hong Yan brought Tang San to the front of the stone statue, looked at her son with her beautiful eyes, and said: "Twin martial spirits, this talent has always been an extremely rare talent since ancient times. It can create all possibilities."

Hongyan pricked her finger, and blood seeped through the cracks in the stone statue. She said, "Use the blood of the Rakshasa to summon the Nine Nether Gate and awaken the martial spirit!"

Chapter 43 Rakshasa Martial Spirit

As blood dripped from Hongyan's fingertips, some strange runes began to appear on the ancient bricks on the broken ground.

Buzz! Buzz! At this moment, the entire ground lit up, and strands of blood-diamond light shone through the ground. Strands of blood-diamond light now began to interweave like thin silk threads to form a net of heaven and earth. This was an endless net that could sweep across the entire underground world.

With a humming sound, a beam of blood light shot up into the sky from the center of the ground where the stone statue was, penetrated the dome of the earth, and went straight into the sky.

When this ray of blood light shot up into the sky, the blood diamond light emanated even brighter and more dazzling from the broken stone statue. Tang San looked at these strands of blood-colored light. In his view, it seemed that they were not just lights, but more like strands of blood flowing, and the flowing blood strands intertwined to form a web of heaven and earth.

"Could this blood net be the reason why spirit rings cannot be used in the world of Slaughter City?" Tang San looked at the blood net that was trying to cover the heaven and earth, and he associated it with the feeling of a sealed spirit ring.

When he entered the world of Slaughter City, he felt as if his martial soul was caught in a net, making it impossible for him to use his martial soul.

At this time, Tang San no longer needed anyone's instructions. He raised his left hand, and the seal emblem released a dazzling light. At this moment, a terrible thing happened. The red line in the sky seemed to melt, turning into red liquid and pouring down.

All the blood and energy surged and poured madly onto the mark on the back of his left hand, as if he was casting a domain, devouring and absorbing it madly.

As the ceremony progressed, the blood energy from the sky flowed into Tang San's body, and his soul power cultivation began to improve. With the complete awakening of the Rakshasa martial soul, it began to climb up little by little from level twenty-four, to twenty-five, twenty-six, and twenty-seven.

At this time, Tang San's second martial soul finally began to take shape. The blood moon that appeared when the domain appeared for the first time appeared again. The difference was that under the light of the blood moon, blood condensed, as if outlining something.

That martial spirit had no substance, just a suspended mass of scarlet, like a pool of blood stirred by invisible hands, surging and twisting, occasionally condensing into a vague outline of a limb, and then disintegrating in an instant.

A blood moon hung above it, about the size of a human head, yet emitting a suffocating dark crimson glow. It resembled both a blood moon and a rotting, bloodshot eyeball, coldly gazing down upon everything. Wherever the moonlight shone, tiny beads of blood oozed from the ground, slowly wriggling as if alive, coalescing into twisted runes.

Tang San’s second martial spirit has no face, or rather, its face is flowing.

After all, Tang San's spirit awakening this time was not as simple as an ordinary spirit awakening. There was also a ceremony to enhance the spirit power, so it took seven days and seven nights to complete it completely, and Tang San's spirit power was also fixed at level 30.

Tang San looked at the strange and ominous Rakshasa spirit behind him and asked with some confusion: "Mother, why is my spirit different from yours?"

This made Tang San feel a little strange. The six-winged angel spirits of the Spirit Hall were all the same. There might be some slight differences, but they were generally the same.

But Tang San is too different from his mother, they are completely different. His mother's red face is a red devil with bulging muscles, while his own has no face, his body looks like flowing blood, and there is a red moon the size of a human head on his head. It can't be said that they are exactly the same, but they are completely unrelated.

Hearing this, Hongyan gave a helpless smile and said, "Because Luosha has fallen. Look at the stone statue, only a small half is left."

"Just like the Spirit Hall's six-winged angel spirits, their spirits are projections of the Angel God himself. The awakening of their spirits is nothing more than the manifestation of the Angel God's power projected from the soul. Therefore, the Spirit Hall's six-winged angel spirits are the same as the angel statues in their Spirit Hall."

"But not only did the Rakshasa God fall, but even the stone statue that represented his divine power and symbol was destroyed by the Shura God. No one knows what the Rakshasa God actually looks like. Therefore, the Rakshasa Martial Soul's appearance is the image of the Rakshasa God that you imagine in your mind after seeing the broken Rakshasa statue."

Tang San looked at the incomplete Rakshasa statue at this time. The statue was so broken that one could only tell that it was probably a humanoid creature. Not to mention the face, even the hands could not be seen. It all depended on Tang San's imagination.

It is probably because the first thing Tang San saw when he entered the Slaughter City was the purple-red moon, and the statue of Rakshasa was incomplete, so Tang San thought that Rakshasa had no face and had an image of a moon on his head, which eventually turned into the image of his martial spirit.

Of course, it doesn’t matter whether the martial soul is beautiful or ugly, as long as it can fight.

"Since you have awakened the Rakshasa spirit, place your left hand on the Rakshasa statue."

Hearing his mother's words, Tang San nodded and placed his left hand on the shattered stone statue. He knew that this was to activate the inheritance of the Rakshasa God.

"According to the historical records of our clan, the Rakshasa God Trial has a maximum of nine tests. But now, since the fall of the Rakshasa God, no matter what, there have only been three tests at most. However, my son, you have not been sealed by the Shura God, and you have twin martial souls. Maybe you can create a miracle and reproduce the glory of the nine tests." Hong Yan was also nervous at this time.

If it were normal, like the angel spirits in the Spirit Hall, Hong Yan would be qualified for the eighth test, but unfortunately she was born at the wrong time. Because the Rakshasa God fell and the stone statue was shattered, there was no divine power left. Now, let alone the eighth or ninth test, she can't even pass the fourth test.

There is too little Rakshasa power that can be channeled, and even the Rakshasa god's artifact is missing. How tragic is this inheritance.

"It's okay, mother. I'm lucky to have it." Tang San was quite free and easy. This was also related to the fact that he was born in the Haotian Sect. He was not bound by the so-called divine mission.

"Okay, it's good that you have this mentality." Hongyan waved her sleeves, and a red beam of light fell from the sky, enveloping Tang San's body. Tang San, bathed in the beam of light, did not feel anything.

But in the end, the miracle did not happen. The Rakshasa God was already dead. Even if Tang San was more talented, without the support of divine power, it would be impossible for him to support the nine tests by relying solely on the Rakshasa divine power floating in this space. In the end, there were only three beams of light, which meant there were only three tests.

Seeing this scene, Hongyan couldn't help but reveal a gloomy look in her eyes. As expected, the Rakshasa God really fell. There was no miracle, no hope. I'm afraid that even his position as a god was cut off by the Shura God.

"Er huh?!"

Boom boom!!! At this moment, something incredible happened. The entire Ghost Tower and even the entire Ghost City were suddenly illuminated by blood-red light. The tall Ghost Tower suddenly emitted a burst of red light that illuminated the entire city!

Chapter 44 Ghost Ring

The originally black ghost tower suddenly turned red, and a blood light shot up into the sky, penetrating the dome of the earth, straight into the sky, and even penetrating the space where the ghost town was located.

The blood light shot up into the sky, illuminating even the Killing City in the distance. After a while, the blood light that shot up into the sky disappeared.

"What is this?" Seeing the blood light rising into the sky, everyone in the City of Slaughter was moved. This scene was too shocking. There was no doubt that something strange had happened in the deepest part of the eastern part of the City of Slaughter!

"Could it be that some treasure left behind by the legendary hundred-level strong man is about to be unveiled?" Seeing this scene, the soul master who had heard the rumor that the City of Slaughter was left behind by a hundred-level strong man who had become a god could not help but say with emotion.

There are three types of soul masters who come to the City of Slaughter. One type is to avoid being hunted by the outside world, the second type is like Tang Hao who comes to obtain the realm of the God of Killing, and the third type is naturally those who enter through formal methods.

Now suddenly blood rushed into the sky, as if once again verifying the rumor that the hundred-level strong man had left behind a treasure.

The patrolling Terror Knight Scott also witnessed this scene. His pupils trembled as he exclaimed in astonishment, "That kid, it must have been the same kid from seven days ago! My god, it made such a big fuss, I'd be surprised if the King of Slaughter didn't know about it!"

The black-armored soldier behind Scott looked up at the sky. At this moment, the sky of the entire world seemed to be covered by a huge red net, with no edge in sight.

Although they all knew that the world was vast and contained more than just the City of Slaughter, this was the first time they had seen such a change.

At this time, in a secret place in the City of Slaughter, there was a palace. The palace was surrounded by hot magma, as if the palace existed underground.

In front of the huge palace, one soldier in black armor was sitting cross-legged. There was no doubt that these were the law enforcers of the City of Slaughter. Every law enforcer had his eyes closed and was sleeping, their weapons on their knees, their backs straight, sitting cross-legged and sleeping.

Of course, they are not sleeping, they are cultivating their soul power. These law enforcers are all loyal to the King of Slaughter and are residents of the City of Slaughter.

On a throne at the innermost part of the palace, a tall figure sat on the throne. There was only faint candlelight inside the palace. In the darkness, his appearance could not be seen clearly. One could only vaguely see that this person was wearing dark red armor and had a huge magic sword in his hand.

There is no doubt that the only person who can sit on the throne is the King of Killing.

"Ok?"

The King of Killing, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate space, and he looked towards the east with a sharp gaze, which was the direction of the ghost town.

"This!! This is, something strange has happened in the ghost town!" One of the people under the throne of the King of Killing exclaimed in surprise. There has never been any strange change in the ghost town for thousands of years.

"Could it be that they broke free from the seal?"

"Could it be related to the seventh God of Killing?!" When talking about the God of Killing, the voice of one of the female soul masters in armor trembled a little.

"In this world, if there's anyone who can truly threaten the Slaughter City, it's definitely not the Spirit Hall, but the God of Slaughter. Those who have passed through the Hell Road can still use their spirit skills within the Slaughter City."

Buzz! At this moment, the massive magic sword at Slaughter City's hand suddenly emitted a piercing chirping sound. Waves of killing intent surged from the magic sword, and a surge of fighting spirit erupted from it.

Feeling the fighting spirit of this ancient divine weapon, the King of Slaughter immediately understood something. The only person who could make the sword of God Shura emit fighting spirit was God Rakshasa, the greatest rival of God Shura's life.

"Someone has started the Rakshasa Divine Test." A strange color flashed in the eyes of the King of Killing. He slowly stood up from the throne, grabbed the hilt of the magic sword and pulled it out.

Seeing the King of Slaughter drawing his sword, everyone present, including the black-armored warriors who were sleeping and practicing outside the palace, opened their eyes at the same time. They woke up from their slumber at the same time, stood up and knelt on one knee. Even though there were many Titled Douluo among them, in the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter was absolute, and he was the king of everyone!

With a loud bang, the King of Slaughter, clutching a massive demonic sword, stomped his foot on the ground, and shot towards the direction of the red light like a cannonball.

Seeing the King of Killing rushing forward, all the law enforcers followed closely behind him and ran towards the ghost town.

At this time, Tang San, the instigator, was bewildered because he had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

Originally, accepting the assessment meant accepting the assessment. The divine consciousness left by the gods would judge based on talent and other conditions, and then give corresponding assessments. However, due to the death of the Rakshasa god, the stone statue lost its divine consciousness, which eventually led to the mutation.

The red beam of light brought Tang San a very strange feeling, as if something in his body was touched. Then, three square red light curtains appeared out of thin air and appeared in front of him.

"It seems that it is just as mother said. The limit of Rakshasa God is only three tests, no more." Tang San shrugged. If there is no test, then there is no test. Don't force it if it is not destined.

Before Tang San could think more, these light screens had already floated directly into the emblem on the back of his hand like red meteors. As the red light sank in, the pattern on the back of Tang San's hand changed, and three more marks appeared.

Suddenly, along with the red light drifting in, a huge amount of information poured directly into his mind. After understanding the content, Tang San frowned: "Huh?! This is!"

After the red light floated in, all the abnormalities naturally disappeared.

Seeing the test light disappear, Hong Yan immediately walked up to Tang San and asked worriedly: "Son, are you okay?"

???

Tang San was puzzled and asked, "Should something happen to me? What happened?"

Finding her son hadn't noticed at all, Hong Yan pointed at the Rakshasa Spirit behind Tang San and said, "Look for yourself."

Tang San naturally did not take back his second martial soul. After all, he was going to accept the Rakshasa trial. When Tang San turned around to look at the Rakshasa martial soul behind him, he was stunned where he was.

Soul ring!

A soul ring appeared on his Rakshasa martial soul!

Moreover, the color of that soul ring is white!

White, the lowest level color, a ten-year soul ring, or to be more precise, even a one-year soul ring is white.

This was also the first time Hongyan had seen such a situation. Just now, the Ghost Tower had changed strangely, and countless white lights came from all directions, and finally condensed into a soul ring.

God-given soul ring, Hong Yan knew that this kind of trial was coming. This was one of the highest-level rewards. The soul ring was directly bestowed by the power of God. The soul ring would form according to the limit of the soul master, and could even form a hundred thousand year soul ring.

But, Bai Shi, this is bullshit! My son hasn’t even finished his exams yet, how could he possibly get a reward?

However, when he saw his white spirit ring, Tang San was not surprised at all, because the appearance of this spirit ring just matched his divine test.

"Mother, this is not a soul beast's soul ring, it's a ghost ring."

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Chapter 45 The King of Killing

"Mother, this spirit ring is formed by the ghosts and souls within the Ghost Tower, a huge spirit guide."

Tang San used the Purple Demon Pupil and stared at the white spirit ring behind him. From a distance, the white spirit ring seemed complete, but a closer look revealed that the white spirit ring was not a whole. There were countless spirits and evil spirits roaring in it. They seemed to be bound by some powerful force and could not escape, thus forming a ring.

Tang San did not find it strange that there were ghosts in this world, because there was only one Ghost Douluo in the Spirit Hall, and there was even more than just Ghost Douluo, there were also skeleton spirits, and Rakshasa was a god created by death who controlled resentment, ghosts, etc.