In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

However, he felt it was worth it.

So, after absorbing this ten-year soul ring, he looked at Lin Yin'er with anticipation.

At this moment, Lin Yin'er's soul ring and soul bone had returned to their original positions, and her strength increased dramatically. In the blink of an eye, she was close to surpassing her peak self from back then.

At this moment, she was just one hair away from reaching 200,000 years of cultivation.

"A-Gin, how is it? Can you come with me now?"

Tang Hao smiled.

"This is my home. Where are you going?"

A slight smile appeared on Lin Yin'er's lips.

Tang Hao was immediately dumbfounded.

Lin Yin'er then turned her gaze to Tang San. "Tang San, right? You seem somewhat familiar to me."

Is this... is this a sign that they're going to adopt me as their son? Tang San was thrilled; he finally had a powerful backer again.

However, he was shocked by Lin Yin'er's next move.

"What, what are you going to do?"

Tang San's eyes were filled with terror.

There's no reason not to be afraid.

Lin Yin'er gestured with her jade-like hand, and countless blue silver grasses, resembling cold, venomous snakes, bound Tang San within them.

“There are things on you that belong to me, and I will take them back. The power of the Blue Silver Emperor’s bloodline is being wasted on you.”

Lin Yin'er said coldly.

Chapter 163 Tang Hao, Fallen.

"Gin! Gin, what are you doing? Let go of that mistress right now..."

Tang Hao exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah Yin? Hehe, sorry, I'm not Ah Yin, my name is Lin Yin'er, I've already said that."

Lin Yin'er sneered.

"you!"

Before Tang Hao could finish speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

I'm angry.

Unexpectedly, his efforts were in vain, resulting in both financial loss and a loss of money.

He reached out and took out the Haotian Hammer, intending to shatter the Blue Silver Grass that was wrapped around Tang San.

However, this was in vain.

Now, his strength is not even as good as that of a Soul Douluo, so how could he break the control of the nearly 200,000-year-old soul beast, the Blue Silver Emperor?

What can a Title Douluo with a ninth soul ring after ten years do?

Tang Hao answered with his actions.

It can be used to make jokes.

Lin Yin'er clenched her jade-like hand, and a lush green blue-silver grass, like a long whip, lashed fiercely across Tang Hao's cheek, accompanied by a gruff rebuke.

"This is none of your business, get out of here."

You...you insulted me? You hit me? You slapped my face? The Ah Yin I used to know was so gentle...

Tang Hao cried, and heard the sound of his heart breaking.

He is now certain that this Ah Yin is not the same Ah Yin from before.

The once powerful Haotian Douluo was instantly bound into a rice dumpling by countless wildly growing blue silver grasses.

They were completely powerless to break free.

"No, no..."

Tang San cried out in terror.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm just taking back what's mine."

Lin Yin'er said casually.

She was completely indifferent. After all, Tang San was such an insignificant person that she couldn't care less about him.

A woman's mouth is a deceitful devil...

Seeing Laozi's miserable state, Tang San couldn't believe he was alright.

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. The once invincible Haotian Douluo could now only shout helplessly.

"Agin, stop! He's just a child."

Lin Yin'er shook her head, "You're wrong. He came into this world as a malevolent being. Now I'm freeing him."

As she spoke, Lin Yin'er reached out and grasped Tang San's hand, and golden threads appeared on his body.

This is the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor hidden within his body.

"Please, don't take them away..."

Tang San was terrified. He could sense that when these golden patterns completely disappeared, his strength would plummet, and even his future achievements would be greatly affected.

impact.

But why would Lin Yin'er care about him? In her eyes, it was a huge disgrace that the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline fell into someone else's hands.

Therefore, she wanted to wash away this shame herself.

Clearly, Tang San's pleas were futile, and strands of golden bloodline power flowed back into Lin Yin'er's body along the Blue Silver Grass.

Her breath was getting stronger.

In contrast, Tang San was not so fortunate.

As one thing diminishes while the other grows, the soul power is weakening, and in the blink of an eye, it has reached level thirty-three...

However, this is just the beginning.

Thirty-two...

Thirty-one...

In the span of a few breaths, Tang San's level dropped again and again, and he had already reached level 30.

"No!"

"Please, please let me go. Don't let my level drop any further, okay?"

Tang San pleaded tearfully.

He felt his world had collapsed; the rapid drop in levels was unbearable for him.

Who is he?

He is hailed as a genius wherever he goes.

He likes to show off in a low-key way, and he always manages to prove many people wrong at crucial moments.

His specialty was pretending to be weak to take advantage of others, but what about now?

It really did turn from a tiger into a pig.

"A-Gin! Stop it!"

Tang Hao roared wildly.

But the result was obvious: no matter how much he screamed, no one paid any attention to him.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Tang San found the source: it was the sound of his own soul ring shattering.

"Twenty-nine..." he muttered listlessly. Finally, his strength had successfully fallen below the level thirty mark...

Twenty-eight.

Twenty-seven.

.........

twenty.

Tang San was numb.

After an unknown amount of time, the loss of soul power finally stopped.

He only had a rough sense of it, but he knew that his life was ruined.

In the past, although he had encountered bottlenecks in his spiritual practice, he knew that he possessed infinite potential.

That's because their natural talent is beyond imagination.

But what about now?

He felt the constraints he was in.

Without the Blue Silver Emperor talent, even if the Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul, and even with the Mysterious Heaven Technique, he can only reach the Soul Saint level at most in his entire life...

摲通.

Freed from the constraints of the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San lay prone on the ground.

Then, he got up from the ground and staggered away.

After considering it for a moment, Agin did not stop her.

She didn't even have the urge to crush such a tiny ant.

"Haha, Lin Yin'er, right? I'll remember that."

Tang Hao laughed wildly, bloody tears streaming down his face, looking like a madman. "Today's humiliation will be avenged in the future."