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330 Tang San is parasitized!"What do you mean?" Tang San frowned.

"King Shura, you must know that this world is not fair." The King of Slaughter picked up the Bloody Mary and shook it. "The reason why the Hell Messenger can enter the Road to Hell is because there is a God of Slaughter behind her. As far as I know, the God of Slaughter behind you is already dead."

Tang San's expression suddenly changed and became gloomy.

"You should be thankful that I have not informed the Spirit Hall or the other God of Killing of your existence since you exposed the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit for so long. This is a gift from me." The King of Slaughter continued, "And a gift requires a price."

Tang San clenched his fists, raised his head and looked directly at the King of Slaughter, "What do you want from me, Your Excellency?"

The King of Slaughter smiled, "King Shura, I can make an exception and grant you the title of God of Slaughter, so that you can enter and leave the Slaughter City freely, so that you can obtain spirit rings. In addition, I will invite you to become a guest official of the Slaughter City, with a status second only to mine. The price, of course, is loyalty."

After saying that, he flashed in front of Tang San and said, "You have no right to choose between dying in the City of Slaughter or serving."

Seeing Tang San clenching his fists, blushing, and not daring to speak, the Slaughter King smiled even more. After being the Slaughter King for many years, what he liked to see most was the so-called human evildoers gradually falling into depravity and finally succumbing to fate.

The next second, he suddenly raised his hand, and grabbed Tang San's head with his broad five fingers, while controlling his body with his powerful strength.

"Ahhhh" Tang San screamed, countless scarlet blood rushed into his brows and finally turned into a red mark.

"Hmph, if you weren't still of some use, how could I let you act so presumptuous!" In the God Realm, Rakshasa God snorted coldly.

Looking again, Tang San was already half-kneeling at the feet of the King of Slaughter, exhausted.

"Very good, King Shura, from today on, you will be the second king of my Slaughter City." Looking at Tang San who had been successfully parasitized by his own body, the King of Slaughter smiled and flashed back to the main seat, "Now, you can go out at any time."

"If you want to continue participating in the Killing Grounds of Hell after you come back, I will not stop you, including the Road to Hell after you win every time."

The evil thoughts in Tang San were heavier than he thought, which was an excellent nutrient for his parasite. Perhaps, it was not a bad thing to obtain the killing god domain through the road to hell. Maybe, in the future, he could inherit the throne and become a god with the help of Tang San's body. Tang Chen himself was strong and had a strong will. He had spent many years trying to take over the body perfectly, but it was not certain for Tang San in front of him.

As long as he is aware of Tang San's participation in the Divine Examination, he will be able to take over his body before the other gods do.

While thinking, he waved his hand and threw out a blood-red token.

Tang San quickly took it, stood up with an indifferent expression, looked up at the King of Slaughter, and turned around and left.

"Anger and resentment, ha, in the end they are just nutrients for me." The King of Slaughter looked calm as Tang San left.

Not long after, Tang San walked out of the hall with a gloomy face, and put his fingertips on his forehead. He could feel something living in his soul bone, a bit like the southern border poisonous insect he learned about in the sect in his previous life. There is no doubt that this is the means used by the King of Slaughter to clamp him.

"Power, I need power now! Only with power can I clear all obstacles!" Thinking of this, he turned back and glanced at the hall with a cold look, "King of Slaughter, you are already seeking death, just wait!"

"First, let's go to the nearest Sunset Forest to obtain spirit rings and break the shackles of cultivation." He strode towards the city gate with a cold face.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Tang San walked out of the passage and came to the outside world. Without any delay, he hurried on his way.

Many days later, in the sunset forest.

"The Crypt Demon Spider King, which just passed 50,000 years old, is completely capable of being carried by my current physical strength. It's just right to be used as the first spirit ring of the Clear Sky Hammer." Tang San's eyes flashed, and he took out a poisoned hidden weapon from his spirit guide, using the terrain to launch an attack.

There is no need to get close. With the poison transformation skill of the Wisdom Skull, coupled with the deadly poison contained in the Eight Spider Lances and the extremely skilled techniques of hidden weapons that have been cultivated in the City of Slaughter, you can just keep your distance and stab the eyes, joint membranes and other vulnerable parts.

"Bang!" After two quarters of an hour, the Subterranean Demon Bead King was finally killed.

He walked forward and began to absorb the soul ring. The process was relatively smooth. After a few hours, he successfully absorbed it and did not feel much discomfort.

"Finally reached level 70." Opening his eyes and feeling the increase of soul power in his body, Tang San's face was calm.

The next second, a purple mark suddenly appeared on the forehead, flashing with light.

Cold, terrifying, tyrannical, and other evil thoughts instantly invaded Tang San's mind. The world in his eyes suddenly changed, and a green space was imprinted in his pupils.

In the center, there is a woman in armor wrapped in green mist, with an enchanting figure and a terrifying aura.

"Tang San, do you want to gain power?" A cold female voice came from all directions.

"Who are you!?" Tang San's body tensed up instantly. At this moment, he felt like an ant.

"I am the Rakshasa God!" The Rakshasa God's voice was deep and seemed to have infinite temptation. "I will ask you again, Tang San, do you want to gain power?"

"The power of revenge, the power to overturn the world, the power to treat the likes of the King of Slaughter as ants!"

God? Tang San frowned slightly. He had heard of the legend of a 100-level soul master becoming a god. According to the black-veiled woman beside the King of Slaughter, the City of Slaughter was left behind by a 100-level soul master before he left this world.

Could it be the person in front of me?

He could feel the strange feeling between his eyebrows disappear, which was undoubtedly the work of the so-called god before him.

This kind of power is really strong!

Power, power, I really need power, the power to wipe out all my enemies. My heart is longing for it.

"I do!" It seemed to come out instinctively.

"If you want to inherit my throne, you must pass the nine tests given by me." The faint voice sounded again, "The first of the nine tests for Rakshasa God is to pass the road to hell. The time limit is one year." As the words fell, his vision suddenly changed, and the forest scene returned to his eyes.

"Hallucination?" Looking at Zhou's familiar environment, Tang San frowned.

He felt the strangeness between his eyebrows again, and the restrictions imposed on him by the King of Killing were still there.

"No matter what, I have to give it a try. I have no choice but to break free from the control of the King of Slaughter." Thinking this, he turned and looked at the corpse of the Subterranean Demon Spider King.

"What a pity, no soul bone dropped." He murmured, and the Eight Spider Lance behind him suddenly unfolded.

Stab it fiercely into the corpse of the Crypt Demon Spider King.

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After a while, continue to rush deeper into the forest.

A few hours later, he hid among the tree branches, looking ahead with shining eyes.

"The ghost vine that is nearly 60,000 years old is just right as the seventh soul ring of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul." Thinking this, he moved forward.

After an hour and several repetitions, the immobile ghost vine was finally ground to death.

Tang San jumped to the roots of the tree, sat cross-legged, summoned the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit and began to pull the spirit ring.

As the soul power in the body circulated, the black soul ring was suddenly attracted and violent energy immediately entered the body.

In just a blink of an eye, the meridians were stretched and blood appeared, and the piercing pain spread throughout the body. The Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit in his hand trembled continuously, and there was a faint sign of collapse.

"how so?!"

Tang San clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain, and accelerated the operation of the improved version of Xuantian Gong, his thoughts racing.

"Is it because of the forcible breaking of the shackles of the martial soul?" He couldn't help but think of Yu Xiaogang. Several years of savings were not enough to break the shackles. The difficulty can be imagined.

"In addition, my physical body has reached its limit." Only then did he remember that he had only absorbed two soul bones.

A wisdom skull, an external soul bone, and none of the torso bones or limb bones that can greatly enhance the physical body.

Although devouring life can also increase the strength of the physical body, it is obviously not as fast as directly absorbing high-age soul bones.

"Damn it! I slaughtered two soul beasts with cultivation of more than 50,000 years in a row, but they didn't drop any soul bones. Otherwise, why would I have come to this point!" Resentment rose inexplicably in his heart, and blood was oozing from his teeth. "I must hold on, otherwise, the only way out is to explode and die!"

"Waste!" In the divine realm, Rakshasa God snorted coldly.

If she wasn't in a hurry to pass on the throne, she would never choose to pass it on to Tang San, it was really too useless. However, thinking of Tang San's identity and the already thin blood of the Blue Silver Emperor in his body.

It seems abnormally sparse.

As the son of the Blue Silver Emperor and a human, it stands to reason that at least half of his body should be the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline.

Could it be him? He couldn't help but think of Yang Yunhai. The hatred between the two was not small, and they had fought many times before.

She still knew Yang Yunhai's first few soul skills. After all, Bibi Dong was once her successor to the throne.

Veins bulged on her forehead, and she got angry whenever she thought of Bibi Dong.

After a while of arranging his thoughts, he used his divine sense to feel the situation in Tang San's body, his eyes flickered slightly, "This strange technique that Tang San has cultivated seems to have the effect of fusing blood. The blood in his body is already quite mixed. In this case, it is better to use the Blue Silver Emperor blood with strong vitality as the foundation."

Thinking of this, he lightly tapped his fingertips.

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