Douluo: Qianxunji's Happy Life

Lightning flashed at the corners of Tang Hao's eyes as he continuously absorbed the powerful soul power in the Haotian Formation. His soul power level was rising steadily. Ever since his cultivation level dropped to Soul Saint, he had not been able to summon the yellow rings due to insufficient soul power. However, with the help of the Haotian Formation, one of them appeared.

"puff--"

The King of Killing killed several disciples of Haotian Sect with one sword. He came back to his senses from the exhilarating killing and looked towards the direction of the Haotian Formation. Tang Hao, who was in the center of the Haotian Formation, felt a hint of threat.

The flesh wings behind the King of Slaughter shook, and two fierce gusts of wind were rolled up, blowing away the fearless disciples of the Haotian Sect who were constantly blocking them, clearing a path. The King of Slaughter soared into the air and headed towards the Haotian formation.

At this moment, a sturdy figure appeared behind the King of Killing, and reached out and hugged the King of Killing tightly.

"Master, hurry up!"

The man who called Tang Hao his master was naturally Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan.

"The Power Clan obeys my orders, and we will resist to the death until our master is ready!"

At Titan's call, a large number of disciples of the Power Clan jumped up, hugged the thighs, arms, and waist of the King of Killing, and used pure strength to prevent the King of Killing from leaving.

"A bunch of lowly ants!"

The powerful soul power in the body of the King of Slaughter exploded, and all the disciples of the Power Clan except Titan were blown away. The flesh wings behind the King of Slaughter stretched back and covered the Titan behind him, and continued to exert force.

Titan was like being in a press. His sturdy body was subjected to the increasing domineering and powerful force of the King of Slaughter, and the bones in his body kept making crackling sounds.

When he was about to lose consciousness, Titan used the last of his strength to look up at the Haotian formation. The second yellow ring lit up, and seven soul rings, two yellow, four black and one red, appeared under his feet. The two purple rings had exploded before, and Tang Hao, who would not be able to appear under his feet within three days, smiled.

"Master, the proudest thing in my life is to worship you as my master."

With another "crack", the Titan was completely crushed by the flesh wings of the King of Killing, blood, flesh and bones splattered everywhere, deader than dead.

The King of Slaughter spread his wings and released his soul power again, removing the remnants of the Titan behind him. He said coldly: "Damn ants, you are wasting my time!"

"All disciples of Haotian Sect, please retreat! The farther the better!!"

At this time, Tang Hao's rough and domineering roar sounded. In the Haotian formation, Tang Hao finally recovered the cultivation of the Titled Douluo under the continuous infusion of soul power, and was suspended above the Haotian formation, without the need for the Haotian Sect elders to use soul power to hold him back again.

If other disciples of the Haotian Sect relied on the Haotian Sect formation to reach the level of Titled Douluo, it would probably take them some time to be able to soar into the sky like Tang Hao, but Tang Hao was already a Titled Douluo, and once he recovered, he would be able to use the abilities of a Titled Douluo.

Tang Hao's eyes were full of determination. He used the Haotian Formation to infuse a large amount of soul power, allowing the soul power in his body to reach the Titled Douluo realm. This was a huge burden on his body, and only he, who still had four soul bones, could do it. If he used the Ring Explosion again and his body suffered the backlash of the Ring Explosion, I'm afraid his body would be completely crushed by the burden.

But in order to protect the Haotian Sect, what does it matter if he dies? His value is only to pass on the formula of the Great Xumi Hammer, and Xiao San already knows the formula of the Great Xumi Hammer. Sacrificing for the Haotian Sect and awakening his grandfather can be regarded as shining for the Haotian Sect again before his death.

"Old Bat, you can't take this hammer! You just occupied my grandfather's body. You can't even exert one tenth of his strength!"

"Ants!"

The cold murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the King of Killing again. He flapped his flesh wings behind him and rushed towards Tang Hao who was in the Haotian formation.

Tang Hao’s Killing God Domain was fully activated, and the murderous aura gathered to form a blood-colored half-giant. The blood-colored giant held an extremely huge Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and the hammer head was as big as a small hill.

"It's not over yet, Nine Rings Explode!"

The seven soul rings under the blood-colored Tang Hao's feet, two yellow, four black and one red, all turned golden. In the flashing golden light, the soul rings were all broken, and the powerful energy fluctuations all gathered on Tang Hao's body. The blood-colored giant's whole body turned golden, including the Clear Sky Hammer, and the golden light completely covered the blood light. The golden light was extremely bright, like a golden sun.

And in the golden sun, Tang Hao endured the backlash of the Haotian Formation and the exploding ring. Blood spurted out of his body and mouth, and large patches of his brown hair turned white.

However, despite suffering such an injury, Tang Hao still had a firm gaze. He took a deep breath, roared, and the huge Clear Sky Hammer pressed down, pressing down fiercely towards the King of Slaughter.

Facing the golden sun, the bloody killing field of the King of Slaughter had completely dispersed all the blood energy it had absorbed. Even the invincible killing field was under great pressure and was shrinking. The breath of death was overwhelming.

Will die! Will definitely die!

This was the thought that kept arising in the mind of the King of Killing. The blood energy of his killing field was dissipated, and even the killing field could not hold on. How could he take it on with his own abilities? He had no choice but to use Tang Chen.

The blood-red eyes of the King of Slaughter turned dark, and his voice became old, roaring: "Rakshasa!"

At this moment, Tang Chen was still hammering Bibi Dong into a fool, and Bibi Dong kept coming back to life, and he kept hammering again. Feeling the powerful golden sun falling on his head, he immediately held the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and had no time to use the Great Sumeru Hammer. The 100,000-year ninth soul ring lit up.

All hundred thousand year soul skills are instantaneous, and the activation speed is faster than that of a hundred year soul ring. Bibi Dong's space-tearing abyss slash is also instantaneous, but she can absorb the energy of death to accumulate power.

Tang Chen's blood-colored Clear Sky Hammer, with its magic pattern glowing with blood, smashed towards the golden sun with one hand.

In the distance, Qian Xunji and his group were still tens of thousands of meters away from the Haotian Sect. They had already seen a huge golden sun at the top of the Haotian Sect mountain range, emitting terrible pressure.

Then, amidst the flashes of red and golden light, a huge mushroom cloud shot up into the sky, covering one-third of the Haotian Mountains. The roar echoed for countless kilometers. The energy storm brought by the terrorist attack uprooted and crushed countless large trees, and the clouds on the horizon were also pushed away.

Tang Yuehua, Tang San, Tang Tian, ​​and Tang Hu were stunned. Is the Haotian Sect going to be destroyed?

Chapter 301: Rich Haotian Sect

301.

Boom!

Nine soul rings, eight black and one red, lit up under Qianxunji's feet. The golden soul power gathered in front of him to form a barrier, blocking all the oncoming strong winds.

Qian Renchuan was a little dazed as he stared at the place where the huge mushroom cloud rose. Such a powerful energy fluctuation, what kind of existence was the power of a war erupting? Even if he used his Blue Silver True Body, he would probably be blown to death in the face of such a terrible attack. It seemed that he still had a long way to go before he could become a top-level expert.

"Haotian Sect."

Tang Yuehua covered her red lips, tears flowing uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, and said: "Your Holiness, hurry up, let's return to the sect!"

Three pairs of wings grew out of Qian Xunji's back, and his six-winged angel spirit was released. He led a group of people and accelerated towards the mountains of Haotian Sect. At this moment, there was an unconcealable smile on the corners of his mouth.

The Haotian Sect was destroyed. The King of Slaughter did a great job. It was a pity that he could not appreciate the process of the Haotian Sect's destruction.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect were destroyed by Bibi Dong, and Qian Xunji was also unable to watch them. This was a huge loss for him, a man who loved to have fun, but what else could he do.

Now that the top three sects are all destroyed, once Bibi Dong is dealt with and the continent gradually becomes stable, a new re-election meeting for the seven major sects can be held to spread the faith.

Haotian Sect.

In a huge pit, there was a bloody figure, with bloody skin, bloody white hair draped behind him, pale face, and half-human, half-beast appearance. This person was naturally the King of Slaughter, or Tang Chen after he regained consciousness.

The hammer that Tang Hao used to explode the nine rings was just average in Tang Chen's eyes. He used a 100,000-year spirit skill to hit back and withstood it without any damage. And this deep pit was made by Tang Hao to reduce the damage to the Haotian Sect and its disciples caused by the explosion of the nine rings. He used the Haotian Nine Absolutes Guan Zi Jue, which simply turned the power of the Haotian Hammer into a hole made by an electric drill.

If Tang Chen hadn't used his 100,000-year soul skill to fight back, there wouldn't have been such a huge mushroom cloud. Under that mushroom cloud that covered the sky, all the ninth-level disciples of the Haotian Sect were killed, and the Power Clan and the Defense Clan were wiped out.

The Min clan was able to save some people because they were fast enough, but there were only a few dozen people left. The Po clan also saved some people under the call of Yang Wushuang. In a battle that could not be won, he would not be as stubborn as his brother Yang Wudi and lead his clansmen to die in vain. The others were disciples of the Haotian Sect who were lucky and had good lives.

The Haotian Sect, which originally had 5,000 disciples and tens of thousands of people, and the Tang family, which had hundreds of Haotian hammers, was attacked by the King of Slaughter and the nine rings exploded and collided, leaving less than a hundred people. The remaining members of the Tang family could be counted on one hand.

In the big pit at the top of the mountain, Tang Chen knelt on the ground, four lines of blood and tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes. In front of him were hundreds of bloody and broken bodies, and there were only a few intact bodies.

These were the elders of the Haotian Sect who had gathered to assist Tang Hao with the Haotian Formation, as well as the Tang family members of the Haotian Sect. They were all killed by the mushroom cloud. However, with the protection of the Haotian Formation, they held on for a while, resisted some of the storm, and preserved their bodies.

"Hao'er, Yuan'er, Gu'er. I, Tang Chen, am sorry for you! I, Tang Chen, deserve to die! Blood red! Blood red nine-headed bat king!!"

Looking back to the past, Tang Chen was full of confidence and determined to become a god. He called the defeated general Qian Daoliu a coward and vowed to let his descendants practice hard. When he returned, the Haotian Sect would be the eternal overlord of the continent and would trample the Wuhun Hall forever. As a result, he has become a monster. The entire Haotian Sect and his descendants were slaughtered by his own hands. Although this was not his subjective will, it was his body that killed the disciples of the sect and destroyed the Haotian Sect.

Tang Chen was crying with blood and roaring in a hoarse voice. His face, which was in its thirties, had aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wrinkles covered his face and he looked like an old man in his seventies.

After reaching the level of Titled Douluo, one can use soul power to rejuvenate one's appearance and maintain a youthful state.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. After Tang Chen discovered that his body had destroyed the entire Haotian Sect and almost massacred all the younger generations, he could no longer survive in this world. He was determined to die and no longer used his soul power to stay young.

Tang Chen didn't even want to see Poseidon for the last time, because he was too embarrassed to go. Should he tell Poseidon that he had been drinking and eating in the slaughter city for so many years, killing countless people, or that he personally slaughtered the entire Haotian Sect and his own descendants. Nine soul rings, eight black and one red, appeared under Tang Chen's feet. The first five ten thousand year soul rings were very light in color. This was the ring hammer that exploded Bibi Dong. Not too long had passed, and these five soul rings had not fully recovered. The huge Haotian hammer was held in his hand.

"Tang Chen, what do you want to do? "

The blood-red nine-headed bat king roared in Tang Chen's spiritual world, and his mind was rioting, trying to snatch Tang Chen's body. It sensed Tang Chen's murderous intent, which was directed at it, but it was in Tang Chen's body, and after repairing Tang Chen's damaged body, it completely merged with Tang Chen. If Tang Chen wanted to kill him, it would be the same as killing himself.

"What? Kill you!"

Tang Chen clenched the Clear Sky Hammer tightly and smashed it towards his head without hesitation, his black eyes closed. Once this hammer hit him, Tang Chen's head would undoubtedly explode like a watermelon.

At the critical moment, a golden sword shot out and knocked away the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Chen's hand, preventing him from committing suicide.

"This soul power belongs to that old fellow Qian Daoliu."

Tang Chen was feeling displeased and quickly stood up, looking up at the huge six-winged angel in the air. He thought that Qian Daoliu saved him and intended to make fun of his old rival, but when he felt it carefully, he realized that the soul power fluctuation was very similar to Qian Daoliu's, but it was not Qian Daoliu.

When Qianxunji and his group landed, Tang Yuehua was the first to speak: "Are you grandpa?"

Tang Yuehua naturally could not recognize Tang Chen, who had disappeared for more than 30 years and had turned into a half-human, half-beast. But according to Qian Xunji, Tang Chen was the only soul master of the Haotian Sect who could reach the Ultimate Douluo.

"Yuehua, are you Yuehua?"

Before Tang Chen left, Tang Yuehua was just a little girl. In the blink of an eye, Tang Yuehua had turned into a mature woman, so mature that she couldn't be more mature.

"Tang San, son of Tang Hao, pays homage to his great-grandfather!"

"Grandpa!"

Tang San, Tang Tian, ​​and Tang Hu immediately trotted over and knelt down.

"Okay, okay, get up, everyone, get up!"

Tang Chen saw that there were three outstanding younger generations in the Haotian Sect, who had reached the Soul Emperor and Soul Saint levels at a young age, and would definitely reach the Titled Douluo level in the future. He was delighted and his ambition to live was rekindled. Apart from anything else, Tang Hao was already dead, and he would definitely pass on the Haotian inheritance of the Haotian Sect and the secret method of the Great Sumeru Hammer.

Although Qianxunji's eyes were on the Haotian Sect, his mental power had already covered the corpses on the ground of the Haotian Sect. There were a pile of soul bones. Tang Xiao had five, Tang Hao had four, and the Haotian Six Elders had ten in total. It was a great harvest, and Tang Chen himself seemed to have six. In addition, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King also had a 100,000-year soul ring and a 100,000-year soul bone. It was indeed the number one sect in the world, so rich! It was much richer than Bibibi Dong!

Qian Renchuan stared at Tang Chen blankly, his heart was constantly touched. He felt that there was something about Tang Chen that attracted him.

Chapter 302 Tang San’s Last Chance

302.

Qianxunji asked: "Senior Tang Chen, you have disappeared from the mainland for many years. How did you become like this? I feel like there seems to be something else in your body, and it is poisonous."

Qian Renchuan, who was standing by, kept silent when he heard Qian Xunji's words. At the same time, he prepared the Tang Sect's hidden weapon, the King of Hell's Post. This was made by him with the help of the 7749 poisons in the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire. It was the third most poisonous hidden weapon in the Tang Sect and could kill a Titled Douluo. He had already made three King of Hell's Posts during his two years of training at Tianshui Academy, but he never had the chance to use them.

Qian Renchuan was always in a state of preparation for war. It was undoubtedly him who poisoned Tang Chen. He threw the Blood Swan Kiss into the Slaughter City, poisoning the entire Slaughter City. However, he did not expect that the true identity of the King of Slaughter was Haotian Patriarch Tang Chen, a strong man at the same level as his father and grandfather. Tang Chen was so lucky that he could withstand the Blood Swan Kiss that magnified the toxins in his body hundreds and thousands of times. But now it is estimated that he is already at the end of his strength.

If Tang Chen wanted revenge, he would naturally not be polite. He could not participate in a fight between his father and Tang Chen at this level, but he could use all his soul power to find the right opportunity and send a Yama Sticker into Tang Chen's body. With his mental strength that had reached the peak of Douluo, he could still do it.

The only Tang family member Qian Renchuan really reluctantly accepted was Tang Yuehua. As for Tang Chen, he just wanted to say that this guy was disgusting. A naturally evil guy dared to look down on his grandfather with his strength. Destroying the Haotian Sect was a good thing. It just saved him some effort to build this place into the Tang Sect.

"At the last moment of my divine test, I was ambushed by the Rakshasa God and eventually became parasitic on the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King. Son of Qian Daoliu, it seems that you have also encountered a divine test. Why are you here?"

There was a hint of questioning in Tang Chen's words. After all, how could Qian Xunji, a level 99 Titled Douluo, bring his descendants to the Haotian Sect, and the timing was so perfect, after he destroyed the Haotian Sect.

"Grandpa." Tang Yuehua's pretty face flushed, and she took the initiative to explain the reason, "I was actually with His Holiness the Pope. His Holiness the Pope sensed that the Haotian Sect was in crisis, so he immediately brought me here to support them. On the way, we met Xiao San and the others who were returning to the sect, so we came here together."

"So that's it."

When Tang Chen heard what Tang Yuehua said, he let down his guard and felt extremely happy. Tang Yuehua was his granddaughter, and Qian Xunji was Qian Daoliu's son. In this case, Qian Daoliu was a generation lower than him and should call him uncle. If he hadn't destroyed the Haotian Sect and committed a heinous crime, he would have wanted to rush to the Spirit Hall and laugh at Qian Daoliu.

Tang Chen smiled heartily and said to Qianxun: "Since you are with Yuehua, don't call me senior, just call me grandpa."

"I'll still try to deal with the creature inside your body."

Nine soul rings, eight black and one red, lit up again under Qian Xunji's feet. A six-winged angel appeared behind him. Under the shining angel light, in Tang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, the blood-red nine-headed bat king kept making hoarse screams.

The light of this angel is not soul power, but divine power. It can break, drive away and purify evil. The six-winged angel is the absolute nemesis of evil.