"Ahh! I will kill you!"
Tang Chen looked like a madman. He couldn't even hold the Shura Blood Sword. He fell from the air and fell to the ground, rolling all over the place.
Bibi Dong didn't hesitate at all. He took out all the Fifteen Ant Emperor blood wine from the inventory and threw them all around Tang Chen.
The wine jars were smashed one after another, and the fragrant blood wine continued to flow out. The rich smell of blood made the Nine-Headed Dark Gold Bat King feel energetic.
That's what it feels like!
Tang Chen's eyes bulged out, he opened his mouth wide, and drank the blood wine. The shadow of the bat's head suddenly appeared. Originally, two bats were missing due to the loss of life, but now that he drank enough blood, he immediately added one.
The Nine-Headed Dark Gold Bat King's injury recovery speed is obviously much faster than that of Tang Chen. As long as he has enough high-quality blood, he can regain most of his combat strength immediately.
Tang Chen is obviously not good enough. His condition is constantly declining. Even if he wants to self-destruct, he cannot fully control the soul power in his body.
Bibi Dong is still very stable. At this level, it is easy to decide the winner, but difficult to decide life and death. Even if you can block the opponent's retreat and force a fight to the death, you will probably be dragged away.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe stuck the Shura Blood Sword. Bibi Dong and Tang Chen were close at hand, but they had no intention of stepping forward to give him the final blow. They just stood there quietly, restraining the sword that could break through the immortal body. The divine weapon continuously releases the evil aura of the Rakshasa God, and kicks the lame man’s broken leg——
Tang Chen's previous behavior clearly showed that he had suffered from the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God.
Sure enough, Tang Chen's mental power began to become chaotic again, blood flashed in his eyes, and two completely different souls were fighting crazily.
Bibi Dong sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and started chatting about home affairs.
"Your grandson is a bastard with a human being who has been transformed into a hundred thousand year soul beast."
"Your grandson ran away and betrayed the Haotian Sect for the soul beast."
"By the way, your grandson is very talented. He is the Haotian Douluo of this generation."
"My Spirit Hall has taken a fancy to the hundred thousand year old soul beast."
"Your son took the entire Haotian Sect and hid in the mountains without resisting, euphemistically calling it 'escaping from the world'. He didn't care about your grandson."
"Qian Daoliu didn't do anything, and I didn't do anything either. They ran away on their own."
"Your son is dead."
"Your grandson is so angry."
"When your son died, your grandson didn't even go back."
"In this huge Haotian Sect, after you left, there was not even a single man left."
Tang Chen groaned in pain. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. He didn't care much about those little brats from the Haotian Sect. The family was so rich and they couldn't survive, so it was better to just die.
But this kind of behavior was a little too outrageous. Just hearing it gave Tang Chen a splitting headache.
I don’t even dare to write that!
At the same time, Bibi Dong's strength also made Tang Chen despair.
Tang Chen always believed that he was the unique one. Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi only relied on their status as high priests of the gods and the gifts of the gods to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
For Tang Chen, the high priest was just a constraint, and to do it, he had to become a god, so Tang Chen embarked on the path of pursuing the inheritance of the gods without hesitation.
It can also help Bo Saixi break free from restraint.
Naturally, the result was a failure. Seeing Bo Saixi again became a luxury, and Tang Chen felt extremely embarrassed because he was an unworthy descendant.
Originally, Tang Chen attributed the failure to the interference of Rakshasa God's evil thoughts and thought that he was fine. But now that he met Bibi Dong, he realized that he was completely wrong.
Hasn't Bibi Dong been disturbed by Shura God's murderous intention?
Others can do it, why can't I do it?
Geniuses are always proud, and this kind of thorny problem can only be solved slowly by oneself, but it is obvious that the Nine-Headed Dark Gold Bat King will not give Tang Chen this chance.
The disturbing sound waves and the Rakshasa god's aura that filled him with evil thoughts combined internally and externally, causing Tang Chen, whose old wounds had not yet healed and new wounds added, to lose consciousness again.
The King of Slaughter climbed up from the ground with his head up and down, looking miserable, and his blood-red eyes were full of awe.
"I still need some blood to recover from my injuries." The King of Slaughter said with evasive eyes.
"Tang Chen is not dead yet." Bibi Dong raised the Rakshasa Sickle in his hand.
"I can't live even if Tang Chen dies, he absorbed the soul bone of my head!" The King of Slaughter argued.
"My second martial spirit is the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor." Bibi Dong licked her lips.
"..." Of course the King of Slaughter knew the famous Spider King, but now that Bibi Dong mentioned it, the feeling was different.
Subconsciously taking two steps back, the King of Slaughter rolled his eyes several times before compromising: "There is a God of Slaughter who is a descendant of Tang Chen and is related to Tang Chen's bloodline. Give him to me."
Bibi Dong immediately thought of Tang Hao, but then she discovered a small question: "Does it have to kill the god?"
"I stay here all year round. Unless I kill the God, my body cannot withstand the erosion of the City of Killing. When the descendants of Tang Chen send it, I will immediately kill Tang Chen's soul." The King of Killing explained, and then talked about the previous discussion. Reward: "You have three Hundred Thousand Years Giant Ant Emperor, I only need one."
"Do you have to stay here?" Bibi Dong's expression became more subtle.
"My clan feeds on blood and grows by sucking blood. When we leave the city of killing, everyone shouts and beats us, and the soul beasts cannot tolerate us." The killing king tensed his body, as if he might escape at any time.
As soon as Bibi Dong heard this, she knew that the King of Slaughter was farting. What was wrong with sucking blood? What was the difference between it and eating meat?
He casually threw the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe in front of the King of Slaughter. Bibi Dong's yin and yang complementary soul cores continued to circulate. The shadows of the two Spider King martial souls appeared behind him. He then bent down to explore and grasped the Shura Blood Sword. handle.
A murderous intention suddenly appeared in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, remembering the scene where he was attacked by a sneak attack before, but he also felt that the two big spiders behind Bibi Dong were staring at him.
Tang Chen and Shura Blood Sword were both held down and beaten... The King of Slaughter restrained his killing intent and waited quietly for Bibi Dong to get up.
Only then did the Slaughter King realize that Bibi Dong's time to retrieve the sword seemed to be a little too long.
The almost defenseless back of the head was exposed in front of him...
The King of Slaughter jumped back suddenly, widening the distance between him and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe - he could not be more cautious when attacking Tang Chen. He had been hiding in his soul bones for countless years, how could he want to sneak attack and kill him now? People from Tang Chen?
And just after pulling away, the King of Slaughter faintly heard a vague "tsk", and he suddenly became more sure that the snake-hearted woman in front of him was fishing, just waiting for him to take the bait.
She didn't want to pay after taking advantage of him, so if she seduced him, it wouldn't be considered a violation of her oath!
The King of Slaughter was sweating coldly. He only felt that human beings' minds were too dirty, and the bats and bats were still so innocent and cute.
(End of chapter)
