Chapter 311 Xiao Gang is coming out.
"Mu Bai." Seeing his companion's lower three routes destroyed, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. As a teammate who had once carried guns and fired cannons together. Dai Mu Bai was one of the few teammates Tang San recognized in Shrek, except for Xiao Wu. At this moment, he was destroyed. How could Tang San bear this?
"I want you to be buried with me." The fourth circle of the purple soul ring suddenly lit up, and Tang San's Blue Silver Grass fourth soul skill was displayed.
Since he didn't have the magic grass and the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San failed to absorb the Ten Thousand Year Crypt Demon Spider's soul ring.
Instead, it was a nearly six thousand-year-old bloodthirsty demon spider, which allowed him to obtain the fourth soul skill called Blue Silver Spider Thorn.
Fire dozens of tiny spider spears carrying bloodthirsty spider venom to attack the enemy. The speed and penetration are extremely strong, and there is a certain chance of bleeding effect.
Before this, Tang San had used this move before and had achieved great results.
But this time it was different. He did not choose to shoot, but instead used the technique of a hidden weapon to throw it out.
On the other side, while Tang San was performing his fourth spirit skill, Davis and Zhu Zhuyun also combined to release their spirit fusion skill, Netherworld White Tiger, and pounced toward Tang San.
However, although the Nether White Tiger was strong, it had a hard time facing Tang San's hidden weapon skills, because his hidden weapons could turn. After the tiger claws slapped away more than ten spider spears in a row, one or two spider spears still scratched them.
Now, the nightmare of the Nether White Tiger came. Poisoned by the bloodthirsty demon spider, the speed of the soul power in its body was greatly reduced, and it began to become disordered and on the verge of disintegration. The speed was much slower than before.
Tang San seized the opportunity, black light surged in his hand, and a black iron hammer about one meter long appeared out of thin air, and smashed toward the Nether White Tiger angrily.
"Clear Sky Hammer - Chaos Cloak."
One, two, three times. Finally, under the eighteenth hammer, the already poisoned Nether White Tiger fell and smashed heavily into the marble floor of the ring, with its body embedded in it, raising a cloud of dust.
As the dust cleared, the figures of Zhu Zhuyun and Davis slowly emerged. They were seen lying in a pool of blood, with blood constantly oozing out from the wounds on their backs, mixed with a pitch-black substance. It was obvious that they had been poisoned.
Just as Tang San was about to kill the two with a hammer, Flanders' anxious voice rang out from the audience: "Tang San, don't do anything stupid. Killing is not allowed in the competition."
Hearing this, Tang San regained his composure a little and looked at the rhino spirit master who was entangled with Xiao Wu. The rhino spirit master saw that his captain and vice-captain were defeated, so he did not try to be brave, and used the trampling spirit skill again to stun Xiao Wu, kicked Xiao Wu in the chest, kicked her away, and then jumped off the competition stage.
Finally, he did not forget to make a face at Tang San, his lips opening and closing, as if to say, your girlfriend was kicked by me.
This made Tang San very angry, but the other party had already jumped off the competition stage to surrender, and he could do nothing. After all, this was the Pope's Palace, and if he violated the rules of the competition, he would have to stay here forever.
Since then, Shrek Academy won the game and got the chance to compete with the Spirit Hall team for the championship the next day.
Wuhun City, in the Infernal hell of endless suffering.
Cell number 11.
He stood up panting, put on his pants, and looked at the prisoners lying on the ground. The middle-aged man with the scar sat on one of them with a satisfied look on his face. He kicked the middle-aged man with a flat head in front of him, "Rose, Rose, get up quickly and get me a basin of water. I need to bathe my lower body."
The middle-aged man with a flat head was bent into a bow shape, holding his buttocks and lying on the ground groaning, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of pain. He was naturally Yu Xiaogang, who had never been out since he was locked up here by Hu Liena a week ago and was tortured by the scarred middle-aged man almost every day.
Just now, he helped Scar Middle-aged to eliminate hundreds of millions of elite soldiers.
The scarred middle-aged man kicked again, "Get up, don't play dead, or I will let Chrysanthemum, Narcissus, and the others punch you in collectively."
Hearing the word "punch in", Yu Xiaogang shuddered, endured the severe pain in his lower body, and stood up tremblingly.
He was extremely afraid of this guy with scars all over his body. He was over two and a half meters tall and as strong as a bull. His body was also as big as an elephant. He was in so much pain several times that he was almost dead. If it weren't for the healing of the Chrysanthemum Soul Master, he would have died long ago.
Bang. Wow.
The sounds of doors opening and closing could be heard continuously.
There was also the sound of boots rubbing against the ground.
A strong desire to survive flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.
"What are you looking at? Go and get me some water. You want to be beaten again, right? Be careful or I won't let my chrysanthemum heal you next time." The middle-aged man with the scar slapped Yu Xiaogang on the back of his head.
The last iron door was opened, and two jailers came in, including the freckled jailer who had proposed to give Yu Xiaogang special treatment. When he opened the cell door and saw that Yu Xiaogang walked with bow legs, he couldn't help laughing: "Scar, you are bullying the newcomer again, right?"
"Hehe, look at what you said, how can that be possible? I am helping him adapt to the environment here in advance." The scarred middle-aged man looked flattering, his eyes full of flattery. He is indeed the king of cell No. 11, but he dares not offend the jailer, otherwise, the jailer will have plenty of ways to kill him.
"Alright, alright, I don't have time to care about your shit." The freckled jailer waved his hand and pointed at Yu Xiaogang: "This old guy is not simple. Do you know who he is?"
"His surname is Yu, could he be?" The middle-aged man with the scar had a vague guess in his mind.
"Yes, he is from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect, one of the three upper sects, and he is the eldest son of the current sect leader, Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Xiaogang." said the freckled jailer.
"The upper three sects." A hint of excitement flashed across the eyes of the middle-aged man with scars, and his ferocious face covered with scars appeared a little red due to excessive excitement. Who could have thought that he, Scar, would be able to taste the taste of being a disciple of the upper three sects in his lifetime?
"Well, the higher-ups just issued a notice that someone has pleaded for this old guy, so I'm going to let him go."
Hearing that the freckled jailer was going to release him, Yu Xiaogang was extremely excited. However, the next sentence from the freckled jailer made his heart sink to the bottom: "The time notified by the higher-ups is before sunset, and there are still two hours left, so..."
The freckled jailer gave a mysterious smile.
"I know, I know." The scarred middle-aged man bowed and turned to look at Yu Xiaogang with a smile: "Rose, Rose, you have to hold on for the last two hours."
He didn't care about the upper three sects or the lower four sects. Once he entered No. 11, he had to be coiled like a dragon. You have to know that this place is the hell of hell, which is specially used to punish the most heinous criminals. He had survived like this before. He survived for eight years and finally became the boss.
After enduring all these years, can't I just enjoy myself?