392 The biggest backer
what on earth is it?
Why does this happen?
Even if he lost his right arm, which had absorbed the Haotian Sect's inherited soul bone, he shouldn't have suffered such severe trauma. His strength had declined so seriously?
Taking a deep breath, Tang San's eyes were full of tears. He first performed some treatment to stop Tang Hao's bleeding, then straightened Tang Hao's body, sat cross-legged opposite him, and channeled all his Xuantian Gong internal and soul power into the In Tang Hao's body.
He knew that with the trauma Tang Hao was suffering at this moment, if he didn't get some treatment, he would probably never wake up again. He will be tortured to death by the violent energy in his body.
And with his cultivation level, he definitely can't get rid of it.
The only thing he could do was to protect Tang Hao's heart and let Tang Hao wake up as soon as possible.
After a long while, after Tang San's unremitting treatment, Tang Hao walked around the gate of hell and finally woke up.
"Hissing" The severe pain in his body made Tang Hao take a breath. He held on to his body's weakness and mobilized his soul power to suppress the remaining sword energy that Ayan had left in his body. His eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his hazy eyes. He looked at his son who was already dripping with sweat, and murmured, "Is it the mistress?"
"It's Xiaosan, dad, I'm Xiaosan." Tang San's voice was a little choked.
Before he grew up, Tang Hao was his biggest supporter, the capital he relied on to show off and slap people in the face.
Now that his backer has fallen, how can he not be sad?
"Mistress, please stop, I'm fine." Tang Hao said weakly, his breathing was very disordered.
Tang San nodded, and the Xuantian Technique finally circulated in Tang Hao's body for a week, slowly retracting the remaining soul power, his eyes were red, and he asked breathlessly: "Dad, who is it? Who hurt you?" Like this?"
Hearing this, Tang Hao fell silent, recalling the scene of fighting Ayan in his mind. He couldn't believe his eyes. In this world, except for Qin Xuan, Dongjun Douluo and the three veteran peerless Douluo, there were actually people who could After defeating the nine-ring explosion, he became invincible.
And he's still so young. No matter in terms of age or strength, he is even better than Qin Xuan back then.
If it hadn't been for a bloody stream of light taking him away at the critical moment, he might not have been able to come back.
"Dad, tell me quickly, who hurt you like this? Now that you have lost your right arm, your cultivation level has been reduced." Tang San had tears in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because Tang Hao was hurt or because he was invincible. His father's cultivation has been greatly reduced, and he is sad that he can no longer protect him as he grows up.
"Have you discovered it yet?" Tang Ritian pondered for a moment and sighed: "This injury has actually been there for a long time. It was left from the battle with Qian Xunji. After so many years, I have long been used to it. It's just that It's just aggravated this time."
"Actually, ever since I was castrated by Mo Crow, perhaps because my state of mind has been affected, or my blood has been damaged, my soul power has stopped at level ninety-two and has not improved any further."
"A soul master can improve his cultivation by absorbing soul bones. On the other hand, if the soul bones are stripped from the soul master's body, the soul master himself will be seriously injured. My right arm absorbed the soul bones inherited from the Haotian Sect, and now I have lost them. It directly weakened my cultivation by ten soul power levels."
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun was shocked: "Uncle Tang, even you were castrated? Then we won't be able to gain soul power in the future? Why don't I feel it?"
He is a person who has had two experiences of beating the odds.
Last time, I didn't notice that my soul power couldn't advance even a little bit.
On the contrary, with disdainful efforts, in just three months, his soul power was improved by one level.
"It's best if it doesn't affect me. Maybe it's because I'm too seriously injured that I can't advance my soul power." At this point, Tang Ritian's face suddenly became solemn and he said seriously: "Xiao San, what happens next, you must Keep it in mind."
Tang San nodded heavily, and Ma Hongjun also cast a curious look. Neither they nor Tang Hao seemed to notice Oscar who was being gagged and bullied wantonly by Dai Mubai.
Tang Hao said sternly: "When I went to intercept and kill Tang's team, Qin Xuan's daughter took action. She called herself Qin Yan, inherited Qin Xuan's martial spirit, and sealed the ancient mythical beast Suzaku's Changming Sword inside. ."
"Judging from her clothes and appearance, she should be the daughter of Qin Xuan and the Second Enshrinement of Jing Salamander Douluo in Wuhun Palace. Calculated, she is no more than twenty-four years old at most, or even younger. This That's not the most important thing, her cultivation has reached the peerless Douluo level."
"A peerless Douluo who is less than twenty-four years old?" Tang San and Ma Hongjun were horrified, and they both took a deep breath.
You know, even if they cheated on the divine test with fairy grass in their previous life, they only achieved peerless Douluo at the age of twenty-five and then became gods.
That woman actually reached the level of Peerless Douluo at such a young age. How did she cultivate? He was actually stronger than the Pope of Wuhun Palace.
"Third brother, can't that woman become a god?" Ma Hongjun swallowed hard. If even this talent can't become a god, then I'm afraid no one in this world can become a god anymore.
Tang San took a deep breath and said: "It's true that she has the qualifications to become a god, but becoming a god is not that simple. It also requires the inheritance of divine status. Don't forget, the person standing behind me is Shura, the law enforcer of the God Realm. God, without his permission, except for the angel god and the Rakshasa god who is hostile to him, it is impossible for the Spirit Hall to give birth to any more gods."
"The Angel God can only be inherited by the owner of the Seraph Spirit. The Rakshasa God has been conquered by that woman Bibi Dong a long time ago. That Qin Yan will never become a god in this life."
In the previous life, during the tens of thousands of years that Tang San ruled the God Realm, Douluo Continent had many talented soul masters, but without his permission, no one except the Tang family could dream of becoming a god.
The same is true now.
As the God of Death, God Shura wants Douluo Continent to continue to be in chaos, while Wuhun Palace wants to unify it. This is obviously not in line with the interests of God Shura.
As Tang San was the chosen son chosen by God Shura, it was impossible for God Shura to allow the birth of new gods in the Spirit Hall to threaten him.
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun recalled that they still had one of their biggest backers, God Shura, who was standing behind the three giegies. He smiled and said, "Doesn't that mean that no matter how hard Wuhun Palace makes its death struggle, it will be of no use?"
"Yes, this ending has been doomed from the beginning." A confident smile appeared on Tang San's face.
"Ahem!" At this moment, Tang Hao was too seriously injured and could not suppress the sword energy in his body, so he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
"Dad!" Tang San was shocked and turned to look in the direction of Oscar, "Quick, Xiao Ao, make some big sausages for my dad."
Before he finished speaking, Tang San was stunned.