In Douluo, infinite simulation life

"Reporting to the Sect Master, two of the people who came seem to be very powerful. One of them is emitting a blue-gold light, and the other is emitting a bright golden light. They are less than a hundred miles away from Jialing Pass."

"A bunch of bastards looking for death." Tang San cursed angrily.

"Looking for death? Tang San, aren't you afraid that the strong wind will flutter your tongue?" Just as Tang San's words fell, a cold voice sounded from the top of Jialing Pass.

I saw a ball of blue-gold light suddenly burst out, and in just the blink of an eye, this light had reached the opposite side of Tang San.

Su Xing held the Poseidon Trident and pointed it directly at Tang San.

"Seagod Trident?" After seeing who was coming, Tang San gently wiped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand across his palm, and blood soaked into the Demon Scythe. After a moment, a strong and evil aura was released from his body.

Immediately afterwards, Tang San's entire appearance changed. It was not an exaggeration to describe him as having a green face and fangs. He also exuded an evil smell, and the eight spider soul bones behind him also turned into six huge sickles.

“Su Xing, it turns out that you have also inherited the throne of God. Today, even with your presence, you can’t save the Spirit Empire from failure.” Tang San stared at Su Xing and said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, then you try it." Su Xing said lightly.

Tang San glared at Su Xing, and his eyes turned emerald green. In that emerald green, there seemed to be a purple-black sickle, which looked particularly strange.

Facing Tang San's attack, Su Xing had no intention of retreating. A golden shadow emerged from behind him, releasing a majestic and sacred aura.

Su Xing was seen holding the Poseidon Trident tightly in his right hand, and drawing a strange golden halo in the air. This golden halo was large enough to cover Tang San's entire body.

It was at this moment that Tang San swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to launch an attack. Two thick black light blades with a diameter of tens of meters suddenly bombarded towards Su Xing.

A buzzing sound.

The Unstable Wind Wave of the Golden Thirteen Tridents encountered the two black light blades. In an instant, the Trident of Poseidon in Su Xing's hand made a buzzing sound, and the Unstable Wind Wave was actually interrupted.

At this moment, Su Xing's body shook, and the Poseidon Trident in his hand pointed forward suddenly, and the whole person rushed towards Tang San like a golden light.

"The third form of the Golden Thirteen Halberds, gone forever!"

Facing Su Xing's attack, Tang San suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. He knew that this was definitely not something an ordinary Titled Douluo could do.

In just this instant, Tang San had already determined that Su Xing's current strength had reached at least level ninety-nine, and that his spirit power completely surpassed his own.

The Rakshasa Scythe and the Poseidon Trident collided with each other.

There was a loud bang, and Tang San spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. He fell back a hundred meters before he could barely stand still.

Before Tang San had time to think, the Seagod Trident in Su Xing's hand attacked again. Facing a Titled Douluo with a soul power of level 99 and a divine weapon in his hand, Tang San secretly groaned and felt that he could not bear it.

On the top of Jialing Pass, the strong men from the Spirit Empire were greatly encouraged when they saw Tang San being stabbed and retreating step by step.

As for the city, Qian Renxue led the angel army to arrive in time, and the attack of the spirit master army of the Wuhun Empire also became stronger. They were originally completely at a disadvantage, but they dared to start a counterattack and pursuit.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation, the master immediately gave the order:

"The Tang army reloaded their crossbows, guarded the city gates, and covered the retreat of the main army."

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Chapter 331: The Devil Scythe Enters the Body, Tang San is on the verge of death

"Kill!" Tang San shouted loudly, his eyes shining green.

Tang San, who was repeatedly beaten back by the Seagod's Trident, finally lost his patience. His nine spirit rings shone brightly, instantly raising his aura to the peak.

Tang San took a step forward with his left foot and swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand towards Su Xing's head. At the same time as the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was struck, the black sickle mark on his forehead also emitted a black light.

Suddenly, Tang San's entire body glowed with black light, and the Rakshasa power in his body surged. This seemingly simple attack just now was infused with all of Tang San's strength.

With this attack, Tang San's momentum could be said to have reached its peak. It was not an attack by a spirit skill but it was better than an attack by a spirit skill. While attacking, he also released his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul.

“With a mere level ninety-six spirit power, what can you do to me?” Facing Tang San's attack, Su Xing took a step forward, raised his right hand emitting a golden light, and directly grabbed the main blade of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The next second, an incomparable scarlet murderous aura burst out from Su Xing's body, and when his hand touched Tang San's Rakshasa Devil Scythe, a red halo flowed towards the Rakshasa Devil Scythe, making it impossible for the power of the Rakshasa Devil Scythe to burst out at all.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe that was slashing forward came to an abrupt stop when it met Su Xing's palm, and Tang San's soul power also stagnated at this moment. The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand could no longer move at all and was stuck in Su Xing's hand.

The energy of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was bound, and Tang San found that he could not move it forward even a little bit. At this time, Su Xing did not even release the spirit ring on his body.

"Why is this happening?" Tang San said in disbelief.

Two major domains were released from Tang San at the same time. A blue-gold light and a milky white light spread out from under his feet. The range of the spread was very short, just covering his body.

Tang San shortened the abilities of the Blue Silver Domain and the Killing God Domain to the shortest range in order to maximize the use of the power of the domains.

But just as the two halos shot up into the sky and Tang San's body energy increased instantly, a stronger red light appeared on Su Xing's body, and within this red light there was a white bat shape.

"The Shura Hell in the Killing God's Domain." A cold voice came out from Su Xing's mouth.

The blue-gold light and milky white light around Tang San instantly turned red, and then turned into dots of red light, which condensed together and then dissipated in an instant.

Tang San's Blue Silver Domain and Killing God Domain just disappeared.

Su Xing still hasn't used his full strength. He looks so calm, with only the mark of Poseidon's triangular halberd on his forehead faintly visible, and accompanied by the red bat magic pattern shining brightly.

In just a moment, Su Xing pulled lightly with force, and the artifact Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Tang San's hand flew out of his hand.

Seeing this, Tang San turned around without hesitation and flew backwards towards the location of the armies of the two empires.

“Tang San, you don’t even have the Rakshasa Demon Scythe now. Let’s see what you are going to use to fight me next.” Looking at Tang San’s quickly fleeing back, Su Xing was not in a hurry to chase him.

Instead, he looked at the unusually heavy magic sickle.

Su Xing looked at the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand, and suddenly laughed out loud, saying: "Tang San, without this artifact, I wonder how you can inherit the Rakshasa throne."

Su Xing, who had already completed many tests of Shura God and Sea God, also understood the importance of this Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Without it, Tang San would never be able to inherit the Rakshasa God throne.

"Tang San, if you want to run, it's not that easy." Su Xing looked at the direction where Tang San's back was escaping, with a smile on his face.

The next second, Su Xing turned into a ray of light and chased towards Tang San like a red meteor. With his current mental strength, how could he not lock onto Tang San?

His flying speed was so terrifying that he arrived a thousand meters away in a flash.

Su Xing quickly locked onto Tang San's position, and when he caught up with him, he discovered that it was not Tang San, but a ball of condensed blue silver grass.

Su Xing was seen standing in front of the blue silver grass, with his fingers pressing on the golden trident mark on his forehead. Suddenly, a circle of golden halo spread out from the center of his body.

Soon, Su Xing locked onto Tang San's position again and caught up with him.

Facing Su Xing's pursuit, all nine spirit rings on Tang San's body lit up. Intense blue-black flames painted Tang San's body. Without using any spirit skills, he rushed towards Su Xing like an arrow.

Facing Tang San's counterattack, Su Xing naturally would not retreat at all. He flashed in front of Tang San and punched Tang San's body.

Tang San's movements were also incredibly fast. He swung his right fist forward instantly, and the blue-black flames on his body wrapped around his fist.

Su Xing's fist collided with Tang San's fist, making a huge roar. Blue-gold flames shot up into the sky, and Tang San's whole body flew backwards.

At the moment when Tang San's body flew backwards, Su Xing discovered that two of Tang San's nine spirit rings had been broken, turning into starlight and disappearing into the air.

"Exploding ring?" Su Xing muttered to himself as he looked at the blue-black flames shining on Tang San's body.

At this moment, Tang San rushed up like crazy, his speed was even faster than before. Facing this suicidal attack, Su Xing used both hands. One hand grabbed Tang San's fist and the other hand directly grabbed Tang San's shoulder and threw him out.

This time, Tang San's body was thrown a thousand meters away, and it was unknown how many trees he broke before he stopped. A stream of dark blood spurted out of his mouth, causing the blue silver grass on the ground to burn.

Finding himself no match for his opponent, Tang San made such a decision in the first moment. He exploded his spirit rings again, injected all the power of the spirit rings into his fists, and smashed them towards the ground.

Suddenly, a big hole was smashed into the ground. Tang San dived deep underground at a rapid speed, and used the Dark Blue Silver Emperor to continue digging holes. Although this consumed a lot of energy for him, it was the only way of escape he could think of now.

Because Tang San believed that as long as he dived about 500 meters underground, even if Su Xing attacked him again, with the help of the earth's buffering and blocking, Su Xing would not be able to cause him any real harm.

Seeing this, Su Xing was not going to continue playing with Tang San. The Poseidon Trident in his hand flashed with light, his eyes flickered, and his gaze was fixed on a point on the ground. The next second, the whole person fell to the ground like a meteorite.

There was a bang.

Su Xing seemed to encounter no obstruction and his body penetrated directly into the ground, leaving a large pit with a diameter of several meters at the place where he entered.

With the blessing of the Trident of Poseidon, wherever Su Xing went, the earth melted instantly. At the same time, Tang San also felt that Su Xing was chasing him, so he accelerated again.

Tang San discovered that the deeper he went underground, the greater the pressure his body would have to endure. The greater the pressure, the greater the consumption of Tang San. Once his soul power was exhausted, he would be crushed to death by the earth.

Faced with such a life-threatening situation, Tang San was ready to fight. He ignored the consumption of his soul power by the power of the earth and ate a few recovery sausages, preparing to fight back.

The trident of Poseidon in Su Xing's hand was shining with golden light. He injected his soul power into it, and his wrist kept shaking. One golden halo after another emerged from it.

Facing the attack released by the Seagod Trident, Tang San turned around, his eighth soul ring lit up, and countless dark vines shot out from his hands, directly meeting the attack.

Only a bang was heard.

The whole earth shook violently, and the soldiers on the plain immediately thought that an earthquake had occurred.

Tang San's body was shaken by the aftermath of the attack and passed through the mud, instantly traveling hundreds of meters. The Eight Spider Lances on his back broke into pieces, and even the clothes on his body turned to ashes.

With a "puff" sound, Tang San spat out a mouthful of black blood. He was now seriously injured, and the severe pain made him almost faint.

It was at this time that the soil above Tang San's head suddenly parted, and he felt a void above his head, and heard a sound of breaking wind.

At the moment the hole appeared, Tang San saw Su Xing holding the Trident of Poseidon and poking at him. Tang San seemed to have no choice. Su Xing's speed was too fast. He could only blow up the two ten thousand year soul rings on his body to resist this attack.

There was a bang.

The entire underground began to tremble again as if it had been electrocuted. The Poseidon Trident, emitting the light of Poseidon, was less than a foot above Tang San's head, and was held up by Tang San with the Dark Blue Silver Emperor.

The two bodies moved up and down, and Tang San's legs slowly sank into the hard rock.

The Poseidon Trident pressed down little by little. Tang San saw the blazing long spear getting closer to him. His brain went blank. The explosion of the ring quickly consumed his energy and he could only watch the Poseidon Trident attack his head.

Perhaps it was the desire to survive aroused by death that made Tang San blow up all the remaining spirit rings on his body, making it impossible for the Seagod Trident in Su Xing's hand to advance even a little bit.

"Get up!" Su Xing roared, and with a strong force of the Poseidon Trident in his hand, he threw Tang San's body directly out of the ground. Countless pieces of mud pierced through Tang San's back.

Then, Su Xing also rushed out of the ground with Tang San. He lightly raised the Poseidon Trident in his hand and threw the Rakshasa Demon Scythe that was stuck in the ground towards Tang San.

There was a pop.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe instantly pierced through Tang San's body. He tightly grasped the divine weapon that originally belonged to him. A cold feeling seemed to devour his soul.

Tang San was seen holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tightly, and then pulling it out of his chest bit by bit, drops of bright red blood flowed out of his chest.

"No...Xiao San." The master cried out in pain. He had no ability to help Tang San at all.

With a loud bang, an extremely huge green figure rushed out from the military camps of the two empires. It was a huge green-scaled snake king.

On its back was the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo.

At the same time, countless colorful rays of light shot out from the camps of the two empires, and the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect focused all their auxiliary abilities on Tang San alone.

Tang San's body fell from the air. Seeing this, Flanders jumped into the air and caught Tang San in his hands.

Tang San's body was seen convulsing violently, with blood continuously flowing from all seven orifices on his ferocious green face. Although his body was pierced by the Rakshasa sickle, fortunately Su Xing was unable to use the Rakshasa power on the sickle. Although Tang San was seriously injured, he should not die.

The two empires were completely confused. They had the advantage just a second ago, but now, in a short period of time, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. It could be said that they were completely defeated.

After Flanders descended from the sky holding Tang San, Xiao Wu, Master, and Tang Xiao rushed over immediately and surrounded Tang San in the center.

the other side.

Dugu Bo came to the Lima Plain. The nine spirit rings on his body shone brightly. An evil smile hung on his face, and his hands made an upward gesture.

"Little monster, I will let them be buried with you right now."

Dugu Bo's ninth soul ring lit up, and a misty green gas was released from his body. The green gas quickly spread towards Jialing Pass, looking very strange.

At the beginning, this green poisonous fog had not attracted the attention of the soldiers of the two empires and the Wuhun Empire.

But when a scream was heard, large groups of soldiers fell down.

Sharp screams rang out on the Lima Plain like a tide. The soldiers who had just rushed out of Jialing Pass lost their lives from the poison before they could go far.

It wasn't just the soldiers of the Wuhun Empire who were injured. Soldiers from the two great empires were not spared as well. As soon as they realized something was wrong, they also fled backwards, but the poison gas spread as fast as they could.

After a long time, the entire Lima Plain turned into a dead zone.

"Xiao San, you can't die." The master fell to the ground with a pale face, holding Tang San's body and shaking it, muttering to himself: "Xiao San, you can't die before you become a god. My theory still depends on you to realize it. Am I destined to be a failure in this life?"

“Stop shaking, or you’ll shake me to death.” Tang San said in a trembling voice.

"Xiao San, it turns out you are not dead yet." The master said in disbelief, he hugged Tang San tightly.

Xue Beng was stunned when he saw Tang San dying. He knelt down in front of Tang San and cried, "Teacher, you can't die."

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Chapter 332: Sudden Incident in Jialing Pass

In front of Jialing Pass.

Tang San was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and Su Xing was about to lead the Spirit Empire's Soul Master Corps to intercept and kill the soldiers of the two empires.

An uninvited guest came to Jialing Pass.