chsdbacks Chapter 229 The Wonderful Use of the Soul Seed Puppet! Tang 3 Wants to Steal the Base? [Bonus Chapte
Chapter 229 The Wonderful Use of the Soul Seed Puppet! Tang 3 Wants to Steal the Base? [Bonus Chapte
Chapter 229 The Wonderful Use of the Soul Seed Puppet! Tang San Wants to Steal the Base? [Bonus Chapter - For "Dog Qing (610)"]
"Now you have two choices."
Tang Lan smiled and said—
"Go in as a group of nine and fight me."
"Or die now."
Tang Lan had a thought.
The man who had just told him to crawl was now kneeling on the ground, his face contorted in rage, frantically self-harming and tearing at his heart.
Beneath the flesh and blood, something seemed to be alive, wriggling incessantly.
It took several minutes of torture.
"Puff puff puff—"
A large number of life souls, Blue Silver Emperor, burst out of his body, causing him to explode.
Under the rules of the Killing City, the Blue Silver Emperor Soul withered and disappeared in the next second.
It left behind an empty shell, with only dried bones and not a single drop of blood flowing out.
It was terrifying to watch!
Everyone stared at Tang Lan in horror. How could this brat be so vicious?
You have half a minute to decide.
Tang Lan smiled and said—
"Those who wish to participate, please stand on the left and form your own teams."
"Those who are unwilling, just stand there and wait to die."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Everyone launched themselves off and sped to the left.
Nobody wants to die such a miserable death!
Tang Lan nodded in satisfaction.
They clasped their hands and waited for them to team up.
That's why.
He didn't choose to act before, but he killed people so cleanly and efficiently.
Those who can survive in the Killing City are all seasoned veterans.
There's no such thing as an easy one.
Aside from life-or-death strategies, other tactics don't last long.
Since we can't entice them with benefits, we have no choice but to use force.
That's how the scene just now happened.
Choosing to team up to challenge Tang Lan offers a chance of survival.
otherwise
Although the Killing City is full of desperados, no one there really wants to die.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have come here; they would have simply ended their own lives.
"elder brother."
Tang San leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with envy—
"Can I use your ten-thousand-year-old, ninth-grade purple ganoderma and your soul bone?"
"This killing city is too dangerous; I must strengthen myself as soon as possible!"
"You wouldn't just watch your brother go and die for nothing, would you?"
That's so pitiful.
Tang Hao frowned as he looked at it, wondering how he had given birth to such a thing.
The Dark Demon God Tiger sneered a few times, it was unclear who it was mocking.
Tang Lan rolled her eyes at Tang San.
With a wave of his hand.
Ten pieces of ancient soul bones and a fragment of a ninth-grade purple fungus appeared.
Tang San's eyes lit up, and he pounced forward.
"Splat—"
It passed through a lot of objects and fell to the ground.
He sat up in disbelief and waved his hand.
The palm passed through the soul bone as if hitting thin air.
"this"
Tang San was stunned.
What's going on?
"Is this your new ability?" Tang Hao asked thoughtfully.
"I don't think so. It's been around for a long time, but we didn't use it much before."
Tang Lan shrugged.
"It is the third awakening ability in the Soul Realm, called 'Mirror Flower Water Moon,' which can produce illusions that are almost identical to real objects. At most, it has a little bit of substance, but the quality is not very good."
"After learning about the application of mental power from Sister Xi, I also developed it a bit and found that the aura it simulates can even be as lifelike as a 10-year-old ferocious beast."
"If I wasn't worried they wouldn't recognize its value, I would have simulated a 10-year-old soul bone just now."
Ok!
So Tang Lan was just trying to get something for nothing from the very beginning?
Chun Chun is lying.
Tang San stood up in disappointment, glanced at the people forming teams around him, and had another idea.
"Brother," Tang San suggested, "how about I fight them while you stay down here?"
"Snap—"
Tang Hao slapped Tang San, shoving him into the floor.
"Kid, don't try anything funny!"
Tang Hao admonished—
"The King of Slaughter here does not wish for a new God of Slaughter to be born."
"So if you win too many games in a row, you'll attract the attention of the King of Slaughter."
"He will replace all your opponents with strong people in order to prevent you from winning the championship."
"Those who try to climb the ladder through such underhanded tactics will never know how they died!"
Tang San dug himself out of the ground.
I'm so glad.
Luckily, one of his fathers was an "old acquaintance," otherwise he would have been taken advantage of.
—After all, he's her own flesh and blood. No matter how much she dislikes him, she won't just stand by and watch him die.
Little did they know.
Tang Hao just wanted to find an excuse to beat up Tang San.
Is Tang San dead or alive?
The latest novel is first published here!
He doesn't care.
"According to what you're saying, Father, it must have been very difficult for you to obtain the title of God of Slaughter, right?" Tang San flattered.
I thought Tang Hao would happily admit it.
In no mood
Tang Hao slapped Tang San again, turning him into a spinning top, making him spin and dance in place.
"Kid, focus on your training. If you're good with words, your enemies won't let you off the hook!" Tang Hao admonished.
Tang San was wronged!
Can you get attacked for flattery?
He simply stopped talking.
Tang Lan watched with great amusement.
It seems that Tang Hao was inexplicably happy when he slapped Tang San.
Time is up.
Tang Lan stepped forward and looked at the group of people who had already formed teams.
They noticed there were still two people left out and looked at Tang Lan anxiously.
Before he could even speak.
"Snapped!"
A snap of the fingers.
The two men burst into bloom on the spot, dying swiftly and decisively.
The six teams that were watching were all terrified!
—Because they also have that damned thing inside them!
"Very good." Tang Lan nodded and said, "Now I will go down, and you will come up one by one in order to challenge me."
"rest assured."
"I will not activate the Soul Seed effect on the Hell Killing Fields."
"It all comes down to your true abilities."
"Kill me, and your soul bones and immortal herbs will all be yours."
That being said
Everyone looked at Tang Hao with disbelief on their faces.
Tang Hao had complete confidence in his son—even he himself might not be able to beat him if he were on the field right now.
Dafangdao—
"I, Tang Hao, hereby promise that whoever kills him will not be held accountable!"
"Otherwise, let the King of Slaughter hunt me down."
Now, a glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of the six groups.
"Very good!" Tang Lan said with satisfaction, "Come in with me."
Tang Lan led six groups of people back to the Hell Slaughter Field in a grand procession.
The guards blocking the door became blind again and let Tang Lan pass.
But the next 54 people each have to hand over a cup of Yellow Spring Dew.
Fortunately, they're all seasoned veterans, so they still have some stock.
Tang Hao did not follow.
Tang San hesitated for a moment, then decided to stay as well.
—I still feel safer by Tang Hao's side.
Tang Hao ignored him.
He took out the storage ring Tang Lan had given him, which contained the nine Soul Douluos.
They were fed to the Dark Demon God Tiger one by one.
The Dark Demon God Tiger was overjoyed, happily devouring the food one after another.
"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you," Tang Hao said with amusement.
Dark Demon God Tiger slammed down!
"Cough cough cough—"
He coughed violently a few times, and finally spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
It smeared all over Tang San's face and body.
"yue——"
Tang San vomited on the spot.
He took out his water pouch and rinsed himself several times, then glared at the Dark Demon God Tiger, ready to unleash his fury.
But what I saw was something that was glittering.
Soul Bone?
He darted over and snatched it, confirming it was a piece of his left arm bone.
Moreover, judging from its aura, it's over ten thousand years old!
It should be from one of those nine Soul Douluos from earlier.
Not caring about getting dirty, he pressed it directly onto his left hand.
Here's an extra chapter. I've recently been trying voice typing, and I'll start updating in bursts once I get used to it!
(End of this chapter)