Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Just as Tang San was about to make a move, Ye Qiu glanced at him.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement...! How is this possible!?"

"Meow!"

With a meow, Zhu Zhuqing had fully entered the Martial Soul Possession state, and three spirit rings—yellow, purple, and black—pulsated beneath her feet.

He looked at Tang San with a strange expression, who was filled with shock and disbelief.

"What exactly is going on!?"

Tang San discovered that his Blue Silver Grass seemed to have suddenly withered.

It lay limply on the ground, completely unresponsive.

"Useless trash! Did you do something shady...?"

Tang San immediately realized what was happening and looked at Ye Qiu, only to be met with a sea of ​​blood.

Chapter 157 Rose Hotel

Ye Qiu wore a disdainful smile.

It's just a mere Blue Silver Grass; how could it possibly stand tall in front of someone with the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline?

This is bloodline suppression.

It can also be said that if the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die!

Seeing that Tang San dared to stare at him without any regard for his own safety.

Even though he couldn't kill him now, Ye Qiu didn't hold back.

That way, he might pull out some strange poison or hidden weapon.

Here comes the Tsukuyomi, which I haven't used in a long time!

Just a glimpse.

Even though Tang San was activating his Purple Demon Eye, Ye Qiu still forcibly pulled him into the Tsukuyomi space.

Tang San's vision was filled with blood.

In a flash, the figures of Xiao Wu and the others disappeared from his sight.

When the endless darkness was followed by the return of light.

What met the eye was a sea of ​​blood.

Here, the blood moon hangs high, seemingly endless.

Countless crosses were planted around it.

Beneath the cross was a thick, red liquid that resembled blood.

"Where am I? How did I end up here?!"

Tang San's voice echoed in this boundless crimson space, without making a sound except for his own echo.

He tried to move, but found himself already bound to a cross.

Unable to move!

"Damn it! Where am I?!"

Tang San shouted at the top of his lungs, surging with all his soul power and strength, but he still couldn't shake the cross in the slightest.

Gulu gulu!

The blood-red liquid below suddenly began to churn.

Slowly, a human-shaped outline is formed.

"It really was you, you good-for-nothing, who caused this! Where on earth is this?!"

The person who appeared before Tang San was Ye Qiu.

He has tried everything, but there's no way to leave this place.

Ye Qiu's voice was devoid of any emotion, and the entire space, apart from the crimson hue, was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

All that remained was the purple in their own eyes.

"I don't need to answer you! From now on... you'll be staying here for three days and three nights!"

Explaining his soul skills to the enemy? Ye Qiu wasn't that bored.

As Ye Qiu finished speaking, the liquid below poured into Ye Qiu's hand and formed a sharp blade.

"Three days and three nights? What do you mean? What exactly do you want to do?!"

Upon seeing the longsword in Ye Qiu's hand, he finally showed a look of panic.

laugh!

That's the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

"what!"

This was Tang San's heart-wrenching scream.

Ye Qiu drew his longsword again amidst his wails.

When he thrust in again, Tang San saw himself again, along with Ye Qiu holding a sword.

"what!!"

Tang San was horrified to discover that the pain he felt had doubled!

"You piece of trash! You think you can defeat me with such an illusion? Wishful thinking... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, two more such places appeared in this space.

The pain doubled again.

Tang San opened his mouth and shouted incessantly, drooling uncontrollably.

He coldly and mechanically drew his longsword slowly.

Ye Qiu frowned slightly, his voice calm and even.

"Instead of talking, why don't you show me how you plan to break this move?"

"Ugh...you piece of trash...ah!!"

Adding four more such scenes to the Tsukuyomi space brings the total to eight, which also means eight times the pain.

Then came sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four...

Ye Qiu tried to slow down the speed of each thrust, but he didn't keep the speed constant.

This would allow Tang San to experience the ultimate pain.

In the crimson space, Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes emitted an extremely intense light.

It's running like crazy.

But they still couldn't break Ye Qiu's illusion.

Blood moon in the sky.

Witnessing this cruel scene.

Tang San was oblivious to the passage of time; his consciousness was on the verge of collapse from Ye Qiu's relentless torment.

Unable to utter any words, only endless wails could be heard.

Time passes slowly.

The Tsukuyomi space stretched as far as the eye could see, and was already filled with Ye Qiu's figure.

"what!"

The light in Tang San's eyes had dimmed, and they were bloodshot.

As Ye Qiu drew his sword for the last time, he let out a final, most painful wail and scream.

His eyelids were slightly lifted, and his numb eyes held a mixture of relief and hatred.

The bloody scene in my eyes gradually collapsed and dissipated.

Tang San's consciousness gradually returned to his body.

But before he left, those blood-red eyes tinged with purple had become his nightmare.

outside world.

Oscar, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others looked at Tang San strangely.

After loudly questioning Ye Qiu, he suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably.

Tang San broke out in a cold sweat, his legs trembling.

He could collapse at any moment.

The purple light in his eyes was dim, containing fear, anger, shame, hatred... and so on.