Douluo: Take the First Poseidon's Nine Tests

Chapter 320

The power gap between God and all is too great.

The king of killing himself is not so strong. He can be so strong because he can borrow the power of God. Although Hemingway was able to surpass the challenge, the difference between God and mortal was too great. It can't be crossed easily. Therefore, with his full strength, he will be easily defeated by the opponent's fire.

The change in the opponent is just falling into the ground below the knee. The huge pit is the explosive energy generated when the Trident collides with the long sword, and it is also the power generated when Hemingway and the king of killing unload the energy impact of their opponents.

With only one collision, Hemingway fell into the downwind, and even the Poseidon Trident was shaken away. The strength of the king of killing exceeded his expectations. Hemingway did not expect that the king of killing, who had previously been completely within his calculation, would become so powerful after being shrouded in the light of the sea god.

What is powerful is not only his soul power, but also the sword in his hand. Hemingway absolutely has reason to believe that the sword in his hand is not inferior to his Poseidon Trident. It is definitely an artifact.

Because of this, I was caught off guard and lost

However, although his body suffered a little trauma, Hemingway had a feeling that his previous opponent could bring him a stronger impact, but in the back, the king of killing seemed to have lost his strength and did not let his sharpest energy on the blade cut into his body. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm already seriously injured.

While Hemingway was thinking, the voice of the king of killing rang, "this is the power of the sea god. Why is the sea god Trident in your hand? Do you know Posey?" His voice has changed a lot compared with the previous one. Without sharpness and evil, it has become old and thick. It doesn't look like a middle-aged man's voice at all, but like a dignified elder.

Huh?

Hemingway seemed to think of something when he heard the change of the king of killing's voice. The release of soul force pushes his body to break free from the surrounding earth and rock. In fact, he just suffered a slight injury. With his own resilience, he has recovered almost now.

Therefore, if we really want to fight and use all the means, the winner may really be. After all, although he can borrow God's power, he is not God himself. There is still a certain difference with the real strength of God.

Hemingway looked.

It was found that the king of killing was really different from before. Although his whole body was still full of blood, his eyes became particularly clear. His eyes stared at Hemingway with thoughts and some complex emotions. It feels like waking up from a dream.

"Do you know Master posisi?" Hemingway asked suspiciously. I think of the original story I've seen, but I vaguely guessed the identity of the man in front of me.

After listening to Hemingway's words, a thick sadness flashed in the king of killing's eyes, "how many years have passed, even I don't know how many years have passed. Is she all right?"

Hemingway said faintly, "I don't know whether to say she is good or not. Who are you?"

"Who am I? Who am I? Hahaha..." the king of killing suddenly looked up and laughed, but in the laughter, his expression was extremely painful, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Did I win or lose? Everything has no meaning for me. Am I wrong? Am I right? It has been a dream for decades. I have fallen such a sin. Shura, what a Shura. I still failed to pass your test after all. This is not wrong or right, maybe it is time and luck."

The manic energy fluctuation made everything around tremble, and the heavy sword in the hand of the king of killing continued to overflow a piece of blood light.

Hemingway just stood there and looked at him quietly. Vaguely, he understood that the king of killing in front of him was very different from the completely bloody king of killing before. It seems that he is who he is now. But he could not guess what had happened to him.

For a long time, the mood of the king of killing gradually calmed down, blood and tears stopped flowing, and his eyes became concise again. "You hold the trident of the sea god and have the ability of the light of the sea god. You should be the person selected by the sea god."

Hemingway had nothing to hide and nodded.

The king of killing said faintly, "unfortunately, you are not the real sea god, otherwise, I was the one who lost just now. I have taken this difficult step to become a God for decades, but I still can't completely pass it, and I can never pass it. Young man, thank you."

"Thank me?"

Hemingway looked puzzled at the king of killing.

The king of killing said faintly: "If it weren't for your Poseidon light, my nature wouldn't wake up. I would always lose myself in that evil blood and be controlled by evil thoughts. It was your Poseidon light that made me break free from that cage and achieve this semi God body. Although it's too late, I can feel the power of God, and my long cherished wish in my life is over Half. "

As he spoke, the red light in his hand converged, and the Epee had turned into blood and melted into his palm and gradually disappeared.

"Don't you wonder why I have changed so much before and after. It's nothing to tell you that you saved me from that prison. In a sense, in fact, we are the same kind of people." The king of killing said faintly. At this time, his mood seemed to be completely stable.

"Go ahead, sir." Hemingway asked equally calmly.

The king of killing said: "the reason why I say we are the same kind of people is that we are all chosen by God, but our gods are different. The God of the sea and the God of the sea choose you. The God of evil thoughts, also known as the God of killing, chooses me, and its real name is Shura."

"In those years, because of a promise, I devoted all my efforts to breaking through into God. However, it was too difficult to become God. Only the power of faith accumulated for thousands of years can help the top strong become God. Thousands of years is too long for me. Who can be sure how long I can live? Seize the day. So I chose another way to find a way Find a throne to inherit. "

"There are many gods in this world, but only the real Lord God can leave his own spirit when he gets rid of this world to find his successor. For example, the sea god who chose you and the God of light in the Wulin hall are all like this. How difficult it is to find the spirit left by God, even if I thought I had the ability of heaven and earth at the beginning 。 It was not until I entered the capital of killing that I finally found the breath of God. That is the Shura God. "

"There are actually two gods of evil thoughts in the world. One is the Shura God in charge of killing, and the other is the Luocha God in charge of evil thoughts. The fallen capital is the relic left by them when they transcend the world. Shura God and Luocha God do not exist together, but they are eternal enemies. Shura God controls the purest killing energy, while Luocha God controls the most evil The power of. Only by restricting each other can they not make the world chaos. At that time, I thought I had found the throne of Shura God. I was very excited. Shura God also recognized my strength and ability and gave me the test of Shura God. The first few tests passed easily. After all, I had reached the top strength of human soul masters at that time. "

"I still remember that I was very excited at that time. Becoming a God was my commitment to a person. Only after I fulfilled this commitment, I had the right to find her. I was finally able to be with her. However, in the next test, I gradually lost. When I faced the bloody nine headed bat king, my heart was eroded by evil thoughts, and the evil thoughts were stripped from my body Come on, the real heart is completely blocked, and my body has become the parasite of the blood red nine headed bat king and the king of killing you see. "

"I didn't understand until I woke up just now that what I had accepted was not a pure Shura test, in which the breath of Luocha God was mixed. Obviously, when Luocha God was transcending the world, in order not to let his heirs encounter the obstruction of Shura God again, he deliberately welcomed the idea of Shura God and changed the original form of the capital of killing.

This was originally just a place to kill the world, but it has become a place of corruption and evil. Shura's mind is constantly eroded and contaminated with countless impurities. It is precisely because of this that I was disturbed by the spirit of Luocha God, failed to complete the assessment of Shura God, and completely fell into evil thoughts. I was parasitized by the blood red nine headed bat king. "

"For so many years, the blood red nine headed bat king has been constantly eroding my body, trying to really occupy my body and absorb all my energy. But my original heart exists after all, constantly fighting against it and competing for the control of my body. Until just now, with the help of your power of the light of the sea god, I finally broke through the barrier and took advantage of the sacred light of the light of the sea god The breath melts away all the evil thoughts left by Luocha God in Shura God's mind. Thus, he passed the eighth test of Shura God and has the recognition of Shura holy sword. Unfortunately, it's too late, it's too late... "When he said this, he shook his head and sighed, and the whole person was completely old at this moment.

At this time, Hemingway suddenly opened his mouth, "Sir, did you say that the man who made the promise before, the sea god fighting against loposi?"

The king of killing was already immersed in the pain he had experienced over the years. At this time, he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Hemingway's question, "how do you know? Did she tell you about it?"

"I did hear the great sacrifice of posisi mention it." Hemingway nodded and then said, "take the liberty to ask, are you one of the three world-famous extreme Douluo, Haotian Douluo Tangchen?"

"I didn't expect anyone to remember my name now." Tang Chen sighed at the speech.

"It's really you..." Hemingway looked surprised and then said, "if you follow the seniority, I have to call you Grandpa..." Tang Yuehua is Tang Chen's granddaughter, so it's not too much for him to call Tang Chen grandpa when he married Tang Yuehua.

Then, he gave a detailed account of his relationship with Tang Yuehua and the situation of haotianzong over the years... The love between Tang Hao and a Yin, the persecution of Wuhun hall, the expulsion of the sect door, the closure of the sect door, and the retirement of haotianzong.

Tang Chennai is the third great ancestor of Tang Dynasty and the leader of Haotian sect of the previous generation. His strength is even above the sea god douluoposaisi. Now he inherits some of the divine power of Shura God, and his strength is immeasurable. One more ally is better than one more enemy.

Listening to Hemingway's eloquence, Tang Chen's face became more and more ugly. Every change in his face made the air sound like broken in solidification.

"OK, what a martial soul hall. What a thousand streams. That fool. Is forbearance the way?"

The blood surged and fluctuated disorderly. Hemingway could vaguely see the blood flashing under Tang Chen's skin.

"Hao'er, Hao'er is in such a situation. Why is this child so stupid!" Tang Chen was full of tears, but his tears were still bloody.

"Elder, don't be sad. Now for us, the most important thing is how to make haotianzong return to the soul division world and destroy the ambition of Wulin hall. Eradicate them completely." Hemingway's righteous words.

Tang Chen looked at Hemingway in a daze. Hemingway couldn't speak for a long time. Hemingway also looked at him sincerely. When he wanted to come, Tang Chen learned about the situation of zongmen and will return to zongmen to clean up the overall situation. At that time, Yuehua can completely relax.

However, the light in Tang Chen's eyes gradually faded down. He sighed, shook his head, and painfully closed his eyes, "it's my responsibility for the Pope. However, I can't return to the pope with you. Young man, you're only in your thirties this year. How many tests have you passed in the sea god examination?"

Hemingway looked at Tang Chen somewhat puzzled. "Senior, I have passed the seventh test of Poseidon."

"The seventh test..."

Tang Chen nodded, reached into his arms and found a small golden hammer. Both ends of the hammer were inlaid with a black gem, which looked very exquisite, "Here you are, young man. It's my keepsake. It's also the keepsake of the chief elder of Haotian sect. With him, the Presbyterian hall will be at your disposal. You have the right to abolish the patriarch and decide on the major events of the sect. You're only in your thirties. You have reached such strength and passed the seven assessments of Poseidon. Although I'm proud of that year, I'll be with you when you're so old Very different. Since you are Yuehua's husband, you are not an outsider. I'll give you this keepsake. "

In Tang Chen's opinion, Hemingway passed the seventh test at a young age and obtained an artifact. It is almost a certainty that he will pass the ninth test and become a sea god in the future. When will such a potential stock not be tied to haotianzong's ship? So he gave it to him. There is no doubt that he is lying to himself. After all, he is the future sea god. There is no need to make up such a self explanatory story to deceive yourself.