Just when Prajna was waking Xiao Wu with the second awakening of martial souls, the battle between the two men in the Holy Soul Village was already at its climax.

Taking action is a decisive kill. One move determines the outcome and does not give the enemy a chance to breathe. This has always been Song Wuxin's fighting philosophy.

When others fight, they need to "preheat" them in advance and test the depth of the other party first, but he just doesn't like this, and he likes simple and rough things very much.

The ground began to vibrate, and it became more and more intense, and even cracks began to appear.

Countless soil, gravel, and fallen leaves float in the air.

The thatched hut was also shaking, and finally it was completely apart!

At this moment, a huge demon shadow appeared in the air.

[Demon God Dharma Image Heaven and Earth]!

The huge body is slightly larger than ordinary medium-sized mountain peaks.

Old Jack had already fainted from fright.

"Cloud cloak!"

Seeing that Song Wuxin was making a big move, he secretly cursed in his heart that he did not talk about martial ethics and did not play according to routines. Tang Hao did not dare to hide his own personalities at all, and used his most convenient skill, the chaotic cloak hammering technique.

At the same time, there was a lot of thunder in the air, and Tang Hao had already used the seventh soul skill [the true body of the weapon soul] as soon as possible.

But despite this, compared with the Dharma appearance, heaven and earth, he still seems too small.

The battle is about to break out!

The huge demon shadow smashed it down with one punch.

There is no simple action, just a punch, that's it.

However, Tang Hao had to use all his strength to compete with the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique.

The fist and the Haotian Hammer burst into one, and countless sparks exploded.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and countless flowers, plants, trees and vines were all uprooted and flew away.

The thatched hut was completely broken at this moment, with only a few bare pillars left. Finally, it was lifted up by a hurricane and flew away.

In the hut, Tang San looked at the demon shadow in the sky in a daze, and then looked at his father's insignificance.

Dad, son, I will observe a three-second silence for you. Take care of yourself.

Then, he turned his eyes to Lan Ling, who was still cooking on the side, and his heart became even more frightened and his back was cold.

There was such a big movement outside, with sand and stones flying, trees uprooted, the earth shaking, and countless cracks, but here there was no dust.

Those cracks seem to be unable to spread here.

She was still so elegant and calm, as if she didn't care at all about what was happening outside, but instead cared more about whether the heat in the stove was just right.

Purple Ink Pupil!

A purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he finally saw a light-colored protective cover.

I felt even more terrified of this beautiful woman's cultivation.

Not everyone can be so immovable in the battle between the two titled Douluo.

Just as he looked at the huge demon shadow in the sky, a bloody aura suddenly came back, and he burst into tears again.

Lan Ling glanced at the little devil and ignored him.

It's really not a memory!

The sea of ​​consciousness was shocking violently and almost collapsed. Tang San kept rolling on the ground.

After a long time, I finally recovered a little.

Slowly getting up from the ground, my eyes were red, as if I had just dyed a handful of pepper noodles, red, and very swollen.

At this time, the battle outside was coming to an end.

boom!

boom!

boom!

One punch!

Two punches!

Three punches!

I saw the giant punching down.

On the ground, a huge fist pit was hit deeper and deeper.

Looking at this violent scene, Tang San's face twitched and it hurts when he looked.

The time is here for one stick of incense!

The troll phantom gradually dissipated.

Song Wuxin's white hair was fluttering, his clothes danced, and slowly landed from the air.

He walked to the giant pit and took a look, nodded, "It's almost OK!"

Tang San hurried to the edge of the giant pit and took a look, his face twitched again, and his father was already in a coma.

After a lot of effort, he finally took his father up, reached out to find his hand, and couldn't help swallowing.

The bones in the body have basically been broken, but they are broken without cracking.

My father is now weak and almost like a piece of soft flesh. His breathing has reached its extreme and he may pass away on the spot at any time.

He hurriedly looked up at Song Wuxin, "Your Majesty, my father..."

Song Wuxin waved his hand and a large iron bucket appeared, filled with various medicinal materials and water, and was still boiling at this moment.

With another wave of his hand, Tang Hao floated up and fell into the iron barrel.

Then he said, "Add the firewood!"

Tang San frowned slightly, but did as he did.

After a while, Tang San began to bring in a lot of firewood, which burned the fire very vigorously under the iron barrel.

After waiting for Tang San to work hard for a long time, he suddenly realized that Song Wuxin and Lan Ling had suddenly disappeared at some point.

For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart and he looked around.

Gradually, the surrounding scenery gradually changed color, a blood-red area dominated the entire world.

Finally, Tang San woke up.

It's all a game from the beginning!

A game against him!

"The Emperor of the Ruthless Man, get out! Get out!"

Outside the formation, Lan Ling flew into the air with a bloody clothes, floating in the air, and whispered: "[Blood Evil Hell], get up!"

The formation is completed!

In the formation, Tang San felt that the soul power in his body began to gradually lose control, and his eyes turned red.

Inside the body, the mark of [Blood Soul Crossing the East] continued to emit bloody light, covering him in it

Even if he is a time traveler, even if he is the protagonist, even if he is lucky, he is too weak now.

When facing the devil Song Wuxin, he had no power to fight back at all.

Most importantly, it all came too suddenly.

(Absolutely not only Tang San, but also readers.)

With the complementary combination of [Blood Soul Crossing the East] and [Blood Evil Hell], Tang San's consciousness began to dissipate little by little!

Above the sky, countless blood-red lightning began to gather.

With the small wooden house as the center, a small [Blood Evil Hell] has been completely formed.

The deputy personality stared at this scene blankly and looked at Song Wuxin beside him with disbelief. His eyes were completely like he was looking at a stranger.

All this came so suddenly that before this, as a sub-personal personality, he did not notice it at all.

A chill came from the depths of his soul, making him tremble involuntarily.

Looking at the person in front of him seriously, it seemed as if it was his first time to really know this person.

"You, you...why..."

Song Wuxin just glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and explained nothing.

The deputy personality stared at the blood evil thunder and lightning that were gathering in the sky and Tang San who kept roaring in the formation. He had always talked a lot, but now he felt that something seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not say a word.

Soul Village.

Bibidong and Prajna suddenly looked into the distance together.

As far as the eyes reached, bursts of thunder clouds were gathering rapidly in the sky.

The thunder is like a bloody evil!

call out!
Chapter completed!