Chapter 60 Third Brother, Save Me! Tang Chen Has Fallen!
Tang San originally thought that even if he was no match for the opponent, he could at least hold his own for a few moves.
After all, he witnessed the fall of the sea god with his own eyes!
The so-called gods have long been demystified!
not to mention,
His greatest source of confidence lies behind him.
The old monk values me so much, how could he not help me in this critical moment?
But when Tang Chen's iron-like hand...
When the killer intent pierced his bones as if it were a tangible force, he still panicked.
That old scoundrel... he really doesn't care about any blood ties whatsoever!
For the first time, he felt death so close!
You could almost hear the gurgling sound of his throat being squeezed.
"...Save...me...to avenge you!"
He turned his head with difficulty, speaking haltingly, his eyes filled with only the most instinctive pleading.
Now, the only thing we can count on is Zhunti!
The Taoist Master Zhunti smiled slightly, his expression as kind and benevolent as ever:
"What's so difficult about that!"
He cultivates the Dao of Cause and Effect, not loans, no...
I'm not afraid that the other party won't repay the debt, I'm afraid that the other party won't lend me the money!
The more karma you incur, the deeper the other party gets trapped, eventually becoming unable to extricate themselves and having no choice but to submit!
At this moment, this is exactly what he's been waiting for!
The Taoist Zhunti then counted on his fingers.
He gently tapped Tang San's forehead from a distance.
A glimmer of golden light entered Tang San's brow!
"boom--!!"
A mysterious and gentle, yet domineering power.
It surged into Tang San's body like a river overflowing its banks.
His original soul power was washed away by this force.
It rapidly transforms and condenses, turning into dazzling golden magic power.
Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core... the aura rises steadily, seemingly without end!
"Bang!"
Just as Tang Chen was about to deliver the killing blow, he was violently thrown back by this sudden burst of force, and it took him more than ten steps to regain his balance!
Tang Chen suddenly turned his head.
For the first time, he truly faced the old monk he had always ignored.
An unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped them!
escape!
That was his only thought at that moment.
However, it was too late.
"Trying to run?!"
Tang San's voice was hoarse and ferocious.
A power, seemingly capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, surged within him.
Boundless hatred mixed with the exhilaration of breaking through his cultivation level, turning his eyes bloodshot!
He gave Tang Chen no chance at all; with a thought...
A Haotian Hammer, surrounded by golden light, suddenly appeared in his hand.
With immense force, it crashed down on Tang Chen!
"You old scoundrel! Pay for Xiao Wu's life—!!!"
"No--!!"
Tang Chen's pupils shrank sharply, and his protective divine power surged out wildly, but it shattered like paper the moment it came into contact with the golden light.
Hammer down!
Blood splattered everywhere!
The once all-powerful Haotian Douluo, now the God of Slaughter, has fallen under the Haotian Hammer!
Along with the hill beneath his feet, it was all...
He was smashed into a pile of minced meat!
Before the sky, all was silent.
I was initially just watching the show.
The onlookers, muttering that "it would be more interesting if the great-grandson killed his great-grandfather,"
They all froze on the spot, mouths agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time.
The reversal happened too fast!
Too intense!
This is beyond my imagination!
"Old...Old Sect Master—!!!"
Inside the Haotian Sect,
After the deathly silence, a heart-wrenching wail erupted.
"Tang San! You beast who murdered our ancestors! You heartless bastard!!"
"Our Haotian Sect will never forgive you! We will tear you to pieces!!"
The elders' eyes were bloodshot with rage.
The angry roar almost lifted the roof off.
I've seen the Sea God die at the hands of the shrimp soldiers in the Dragon Palace, and I've seen Tang Chen offered up to heaven by a fat pig.
They had worried about Tang Chen's safety.
They considered the possibility that Tang Chen might have perished in the perilous wilderness.
Possibly died in a battle between powerful beings...
But no matter how much you calculate, who could have foreseen this?
Our own former sect leader,
The pillar of the Haotian Sect would actually die under the hammer of his own great-grandson!
He died under the Haotian Hammer, which symbolized the glory of Haotian!
This is absolutely devastating!
Tang Xiao slumped in the sect leader's seat, his face ashen, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.
My premonition came true...
The worst has come to pass.
With Tang Chen's demise, the pillar supporting the Haotian Sect has fallen.
What should we do in the future?
An extremely rational, even cold-blooded, thought uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.
The old monk beside Tang San was no ordinary person.
With such an opportunity, Tang San might very well become someone like Shui Bing'er.
He still carries the blood of the Haotian Sect in his veins.
Accept him, in exchange for the possibility of the sect's resurgence...
Perhaps,
It's the most "correct" choice right now!
But as soon as this thought arose,
He then felt several gazes below him that seemed to want to devour him alive.
Those were several elders with bloodshot eyes and a violent aura.
If these words were spoken,
He'll probably be torn to shreds in the next second.
reason,
Faced with such overwhelming hatred, they are utterly vulnerable.
The eye of ice and fire.
"How...how is this possible?!"
"Tang San... he actually killed his grandfather?!"
Tang Hao was struck dumb, staring blankly at the blinding pool of blood in the sky.
He had already convinced himself to accept Tang San's death.
Let's see what happens next.
What he saw was his grandfather, who loved him the most.
They were smashed into mincemeat!
Memories of my grandfather flooded back uncontrollably.
In the setting sun, the earnest look in his grandfather's eyes as he solemnly entrusted him with the title of "Haotian"
Countless days and nights, he looked up to that towering, indomitable figure as his guiding light...
The past has turned into excruciating pain that cuts to the bone.
"puff--!"
Overcome with anger and frustration, he suddenly felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood!
"...It's my fault for being unfilial...I'm so sorry!"
He knelt on the ground, his hands digging deep into the soil, his shoulders trembling violently.
"Tang San!! How could you do this?! How could you be so cruel and ruthless?!"
He closed his eyes in pain.
But the next second, something involuntarily surfaced in my mind.
Tang San swung the Clear Sky Hammer,
The scene of it crashing down without hesitation, even with a ferocious sense of satisfaction.
Boundless anger and regret instantly engulfed him!
The branches and leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor beside it trembled violently, conveying intense resentment and unwillingness.
Why did he die?
It wasn't that villain who possessed her child!
...
The Douluo Continent meets the ocean.
Qian Daoliu, who was flying swiftly through the air, suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The cold, icy warning still seemed to echo in my ears.
"Tang Chen... has fallen?"
He stood frozen in mid-air, momentarily dazed.
The one who had fought him fiercely a thousand times to a draw, and who had also shared drinks with him...
Laughing and talking about the world's old rivals
An old friend who was both an enemy and a friend... just like that, gone?
He stared blankly at the sky, at the celestial screen that belonged to Tang Chen.
It had completely dimmed, with not a trace of light remaining.
The sea breeze swept across his snow-white beard and hair, causing his robes to flutter wildly, giving him an air of desolate melancholy in his old age.
"An era... has truly come to an end."
Qian Daoliu murmured to himself, his voice scattering in the wind.
"Brother, let's not fly that high."
Azure Phoenix Douluo whispered a reminder from the side, his tone tinged with caution.
"It seems the divine realm has suffered another defeat, and the commotion is quite significant."
"What if they take their anger out on us..."
He didn't care whether Tang Chen lived or died, and besides, now was not the time to care about that!
"Qingluan is right!"
Qian Daoliu readily accepted the advice and instead began running wildly after landing.
But his mind was racing.
Just who is that old monk?
Just one finger,
Could this cause Tang San's cultivation level to surge to the Nascent Soul stage?
Such methods,
Apart from the ninth prince of the dragon clan, he had never seen him before.
"Could it be... that monk is a powerful Golden Immortal?"
He was secretly alarmed.
"It seems that another lucky one like Shui Bing'er and Ning Rongrong is about to soar to great heights!"
...
The stench of blood still lingered on the desolate hill.
The Taoist Zhunti gazed at the pool of blood and flesh.
A compassionate expression appeared on his face at the opportune moment, and he clasped his hands together in prayer.
"Amitabha... What a sin, what a sin. Such bloodshed will only lead to fratricide and endless cycles of revenge... What is the point?"
"If one can enter the Buddhist order and sincerely repent, perhaps one can resolve karmic obstacles..."
As he spoke, a faint light flickered within his sleeve.
They took away Tang Chen's soul, which was about to completely dissipate, and sent it into reincarnation.
Tang San was furious, but dared not show it.
You were the one who led me to the person, and you were also the one who helped me kill!
Now you're pretending to have the heart of a saint?!
He suppressed his anger; right now, reviving Xiao Wu depended on this old monk.
You can only go along with what the other person says:
"The master's rebuke is correct... it is the disciple who has been blinded by hatred."
"I beg the Master's mercy to help me fulfill this last wish and completely sever all karmic ties, so that I may soon be free from all attachments and take refuge in the Buddha!"
Zhunti shook his head, looking troubled.
"Resurrecting the dead and defying fate—how easy is that? Your Xiao Wu has a remnant of her soul attached to you..."
He raised his hand in a feint.
An extremely faint, almost transparent phantom of a soul appeared before Tang San.
Tang San excitedly reached out to grab it, but it passed right through him, leaving him empty-handed.
"...The other part of the soul has perished along with the physical body and fallen into the underworld."
"Master! Please save Xiao Wu! I'm willing to pay any price!"
Tang San knelt down again, his voice trembling.
"Fine!"
Zhunti sighed softly.
"Then you shall come with me... to the underworld!"
There was no impatience on his face.
They endured countless eons of years for that single chance to achieve sainthood.
What's a little trouble compared to this?
With a flick of his sleeve, the surrounding scenery suddenly blurred and distorted.
The seasons change, yin and yang reverse...
After Tang San came to his senses,
They found themselves in a completely unfamiliar and eerie place.
Gray fog filled the surroundings.
The shadowy figures were all wandering, lonely ghosts.
The biting, chilling air was penetrating everywhere, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
He grew increasingly curious about the old monk's identity and took this opportunity to respectfully ask:
"I am deeply grateful for the Master's trouble in making this trip. May I ask your honorific title?"
"I was rude before!"
"This humble Taoist is Zhunti Daoist!"
"So he's a prospective senior!"
Tang San hurriedly bowed, but his mind was quickly searching for memories of his past life.
There seems to be no record of the Daoist Zhunti in Buddhist scriptures, but there is a Bodhisattva Zhunti... but that doesn't seem to match up.
However, he couldn't afford to investigate further at that moment.
As long as Xiao Wu can be resurrected, who cares if he is a Bodhisattva or a monk?
The two continued on their way.
The gates of hell, the road to the underworld... the surrounding scenery is bizarre, eerie and terrifying.
However, a faint Buddhist light swirled around the Daoist Zhunti.
Wherever they went,
The patrolling ghost guards all showed awe and retreated, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.
However,
Just as they were passing through a treacherous place called Wild Dog Ridge,
A cry, tinged with sobs, yet strangely familiar,
Suddenly, it pierced through the gray mist and reached Tang San's ears:
"Third Brother—! Save me!!"
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