Douluo: I am the outer demon

Chapter 166: Nightmare of Shang An, Tang San should take medicine

The godhood that was about to be achieved was also interrupted.

He was stuck on the edge of being a god and a human, unable to inherit the throne, nor to leave this secret realm of inheritance.

Five hundred years, a full five hundred years!

For the past five hundred years, he has been staying in this empty secret realm as a soul, feeling lonely, bored and helpless.

Until Tang San's arrival, he was ecstatic.

Naturally, he could not be so noble as to sacrifice himself to help Tang San. Instead, he had his eyes on Tang San's body. If he could take over Tang San's body, he could be resurrected and achieve the status of the God of Suffering.

Although he failed to inherit the throne of God, his soul had some characteristics of the divine soul, so possessing another's body was naturally not a problem.

As the person who is about to inherit the throne of God, Zeng Ji can control the inheritance test of the God of Suffering and this secret realm to a certain extent. When the God of Suffering died long ago, he can also control Tang San's test and rewards.

Because Tang San's body was too fragile at the time and could not truly carry his demigod soul, and he might destroy this hard-earned body if he was not careful, so he decided to let Tang San go through a few divine tests first to improve his cultivation, and personally helped Tang San transform his martial soul into a thorny vine like his.

When Tang San achieves the title, it will be the time for him to be reborn.

He also felt that there was nothing wrong with his plan. In order not to alert Tang San, he usually acted like a mechanical person, pretending to be the divine test guide left by the God of Suffering, until he met Shang An today.

He was captured alive and soul-searched by Shang An, and all his plans went to waste.

"So that's it."

Shang An raised his eyebrows and looked at the disassembled soul in front of him. He didn't expect that this guy had such a tragic past. The figure that descended on Douluo Continent should be Xue'er or the former Angel God.

In other words, this guy who was about to become a god was accidentally tricked by Xueer.

According to the memory of the Sea God, Shang An knew that the God of Angels had descended to Douluo five hundred years ago. As for why he was reincarnated as Qian Renxue only now, Shang An was not sure. Perhaps it was because his soul was damaged, or perhaps it was because of the influence of luck.

"It should still be usable after some repairs." Looking at the increasingly broken soul of Thorn, Shang An pondered for a while and started to take action.

The soul is reassembled and glued together again, and a large amount of mental power flows in to transform the soul at a deeper level.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Thorn's soul returned to its original appearance, at least on the outside.

"I've met the master!"

After recovering, Thorn immediately knelt down in front of Shang An, his eyes full of fanaticism. Under Shang An's forced brainwashing and soul reshaping, Thorn has become a slave who is absolutely loyal to Shang An.

This method is rather rough, and the consequence is that it will affect Thorn's potential. However, Shang An doesn't care about it. Anyway, he is not concerned about Thorn's strength, but his control over the inheritance of the God of Suffering.

Now Thorns is his slave, and Tang San's divine test is controlled by Thorns, that is to say, Tang San's divine test is now taken over by him, Shang An.

Jiejiejie, Tang San.

Shang An looked at Tang San, who was still immersed in the illusion and whose body kept twitching, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Little Sanzi, you have fallen into the hands of your uncle Shang again.

I don't know what you are experiencing in your fantasy world, I want to go and see it! Shang An looked at Tang San with some intention.

In Tang San’s illusion.

As soon as Shang An opened his eyes, he found himself holding Xiao Wu and touching her all over, while Tang San was kneeling in front of him in pain, with his head being heavily stepped on by him.

He was somewhat stunned. Was the influence he had on Tang San so profound?

He had just used his mental power to invade this illusion and replaced the fake Shang An in the illusion, but he had not had time to make any changes to the illusion. In other words, this was the illusion that Tang San was experiencing, and it was a reflection of the fear in Tang San's heart.

After all, there is a false self only in the illusion, and it can be directly replaced when you invade the illusion.

So, it turns out that Tang San’s nightmares were caused by himself making him look awesome?
Interesting, really interesting.

But that alone is not enough.

After humiliating Tang San, Shang An felt quite bored. After all, he had already done this in reality, and there was no sense of accomplishment in doing it again in the illusion.

Therefore,
pat!

After a snap of his fingers, Yu Xiaogang appeared out of thin air.

This Yu Xiaogang was simulated by Shang An through the power of his mind. His appearance was exactly the same as Yu Xiaogang, and even the smell was the same. The moment he appeared, he added a bit of stink to this space.

Shang An quickly covered his nose and accidentally made himself feel nauseous.

He looked at Tang San under his feet, snapped his fingers again, and the power of his mind began to transform the illusion. Then the space changed, and only Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were left.

"I, what's wrong with me?"

Tang San sat up in confusion and looked around at the empty space. Wasn't he just witnessing Xiao Wu being bullied by the masked man?

How come they all disappeared suddenly? How come I was suddenly lying on a bed again? "Xiao San."

A hoarse duck voice woke Tang San up.

Tang San turned around and looked at him, and immediately showed a little surprise, "Teacher, why are you here?"

"Xiao San, you have been in a coma for many days and have not woken up yet. The teacher is very worried about you."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San lovingly, holding a bowl of dark brown medicine in his hand.

"I, I am unconscious?" Tang San touched his head, unable to remember clearly, but also felt as if he was indeed unconscious.

He sensed his body and suddenly found that he had no soul power at all. He was a little panicked for a moment, "Teacher, what's wrong with my body? Where is my soul power?"

"Spirit power? What kind of spirit power?" Yu Xiaogang was a little confused, and stepped forward to touch Tang San's forehead, "Xiao San, your brain is not burned out, these few days have been shouting about some martial spirit master, what is that?"

"Teacher, don't you know about martial spirits? You are the number one in the theory of martial spirits in the world of soul masters!" Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang in astonishment, grabbed his hand and said hurriedly.

"Xiao San, I think you are confused after sleeping."

Yu Xiaogang laughed and said, "I am the number one in the theory of chrysanthemum masters, not the number one in the theory of martial spirits in the soul master world!"

"Chrysanthemum Master?" Tang San was a little confused. What is a chrysanthemum master? Someone who grows flowers?

"Xiao San, drink the medicine as soon as you wake up. You will be testing the chrysanthemum power with me later."

In a state of confusion, Tang San drank the medicine and was dragged by Yu Xiaogang to a square. In the middle of the square was a strange cylindrical object, which looked about as thick as a finger and one meter long. No one knew what it was used for.

The square was full of people, including many he knew, such as Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, but the strange thing was that there were only men here, and he didn't see a single woman along the way.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."

As a middle-aged man who looked quite dignified spoke, the square suddenly became quiet.

"When the names are called, the first one is Ma Hongjun."

"coming."

Ma Hongjun immediately ran forward, walked towards the columnar object in the middle of the square, prepared himself, and sat down. Tang San felt the pain just by looking at it.

"Chrysanthemum Power Stage 7, Intermediate, not bad, not bad."

The dignified middle-aged man nodded kindly, "Go down and keep working hard."

Ma Hongjun stood up proudly, and as he walked back he made a provocative mocking sound in the direction of Tang San.

Tang San didn't care about these, he just looked at the pillar in the middle with some shock, "Teacher, what is that?"

"Xiao San, how come you don't even know this?" Yu Xiaogang shook his head helplessly and explained, "That is the chrysanthemum column, used to measure your chrysanthemum power."

"I want to be tested too?" Tang San's voice suddenly became louder, attracting the attention of some people around him.

Yu Xiaogang nodded and said as a matter of course: "Of course, each of you young people needs to be tested."

"Next, Tang San!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man just read out Tang San's name.

"Xiao San, hurry up." Seeing Tang San standing still as if stunned, Yu Xiaogang pushed his back hard and urged him.

"No, I don't want to go up." Tang San quickly took a few steps back in fear, turned around and tried to leave, but was grabbed firmly by Yu Xiaogang's hand again.

For some reason, Yu Xiaogang here was exceptionally strong, and he wasn't able to break free at all with his current strength.

"Xiao San, stop being so petty and go quickly."

"No, I won't go!" Tang San resisted very much, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept struggling. He was not a fool, didn't he know what it was? How could he, the dignified Tang San Shao, accept such humiliation?

Seeing that Tang San still wanted to break free, Yu Xiaogang frowned.

"Someone come and help me carry Xiao San over."

Soon someone came to help Yu Xiaogang lift Tang San, and the two of them carried Tang San towards the chrysanthemum column.

"No! I don't want it! Put me down!"

As Tang San's voice became more and more panicked, Yu Xiaogang aimed Tang San at the stone pillar and put him down heavily.

"what!"

The screams were like those of a pig being slaughtered, so heartbreaking that the listeners cried.

(End of this chapter)