Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

Tang Lan said at the right moment, "Anyone who opens their mouth within three seconds can live."

Almost without hesitation, everyone opened their mouths.

Having spent a long time in the killing city, I understand best what it means to be pragmatic.

Tang Lan waved her hand and scattered a patch of green light, one of which fell into the mouths of each person and entered their bodies.

This is a soul seed that he had condensed in advance.

Like the Oscar-themed mirror image sausage.

It cannot exist for long in the City of Slaughter, but if it is implanted into the body, it is isolated by the aura and soul power of a living person.

It can then exist for a long time.

Activating them doesn't require spirit rings; Tang Lan only needs to have a thought.

these people.

Now they've all become puppets of their own souls, their lives hanging by a thread.

Just asking are you afraid?

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, something seemed to be alive, wriggling incessantly.

It took several minutes of torture.

"Puff puff--"

A large number of life souls, the Blue Silver Emperor, burst out of his body, causing him to explode.

Under the rules of the Killing City, the Blue Silver Emperor of Life 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, stand on the left and form your own teams."

"Those who are unwilling can just stand there and wait to die."

The words just fell.

Everyone launched themselves off and sped to the left.

Nobody wants to die such a miserable death!

Tang Lan nodded in satisfaction.

They stood with their arms clasped, waiting for them to team up.

That's why,

He didn't choose to act before, but he killed 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 fungus and your soul bone?"

"This killing city is too dangerous. I need to 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 the child, 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.

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.

"Paji——"

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 bring a 10-year-old ferocious beast to life."

"If I wasn't worried that they wouldn't recognize its value, I would have simulated a 10-year-old soul bone just now."

Ok!

So, from the very beginning, Tang Lan was just trying to get something for nothing?

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?"

"Snapped--"

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 a lot of games in a row, you will 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?

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.