The Decadent Daily Life of Douluo World

After talking with Dugu Bo in detail, Tang San declined the old monster's kindness to send him back to the academy.

Just like what he said to Xiao Wu.

He is not so vulnerable.

It's just the first time I encountered such a thing, it needs a buffer period.

He is Tang San.

How could the souls of the Shrek Seven Devils fall here?

Feeling the coolness in the air, Tang San looked up at the sky where the clouds began to dissipate, "The rain has stopped..."

What did Xiao Wu say?

Build your own sect?

It was indeed necessary, no matter how strong a single player was, it would be difficult to resist group attacks... Back then, the four single-attribute clans of the Clear Sky Sect would have been able to win over directly, and it would be much more convenient to rebuild the Tang Sect in this world.

The force group is good at casting, the Yuzhi clan is good at construction, the Min clan is unique in investigation, and the broken clan is the authority on drugs. The four clans not only have reliable talents, but also mature training methods and combination formations. In addition, the strong support from the Sect Master Qibao Glazed Glass Sect...

"The third grandson of Tailong?" Tang San stroked his left arm with his right hand and smiled, "I don't know if they are still as energetic as before."

The golden red light on his left arm flashed away, so fast that the purple magic pupil could not catch it.

Smashing the water on the ground, Tang San turned and left, his pace was as steady and calm as ever.

Xiao Wu has worked so hard. As the elder brother, how can he not cheer up?

Unknown space, **** lakeside.

The surface of the calm lake that had been flowing for thousands of years suddenly saw a rotting head writhing from it.

The stumps and severed hands were entangled in a ball, floating and sinking in the fishy lake.

After sinking, it emerged from the lake to a greater extent, and was torn apart in the heads of more and more people.

After the most surface residual limb was torn off, a strong impact suddenly burst from the middle. The whole ball of fleshy hands and feet burst out from the center, and a good hand dragged a black shadow behind, seizing the opportunity Grabbing the countless heads around, a few of them approached the shore with the help of their strength.

With the other hand looking at the opportunity, with five fingers flattened, he was about to catch the alien that had bounced into the air back into the lake, but was smashed back by a human head in a second.

The human head was connected to half of his body, and there was still a head that was gnawing on his body, not knowing the race.

The muscles of a leg lying in ambush contracted, kicked the skull hanging on the body in a few consecutive strokes, and kicked half of the body ashore with a hook.

The five fingers of the hand that had already stayed on the shore were brought together, stretched and elongated, and rotated a few times on the spot, throwing out the twisted fingers, which were as long as a rope, and they were wrapped around the single leg that was bitten by several heads.

While the fingers were retracting, the head connected to the body bit the palm, and the incomplete muscles forcefully pulled the one leg up in a weird manner.

The legs that were flying in the air continuously flipped in the air, flew the entangled things, and hit the head on the shore.

"..."

It's a dog on horseback! I'm all dead, and I have to experience the feeling of a leg hitting the head that I have never felt before! Bai Yan was stepped on and his eyes turned black, and in bitterness he thought that the offensive power of his thigh was quite strong.

After a while, Bai Yan recovered from the restless and crazy pain, slowly moving half of his body, absorbing his left hand and right leg.

When he pushed Tang San off the bridge, he thought it was over.

The soul was torn apart and dissipated in pieces among the mustard seeds.

He didn't expect that there would be a day when he could have consciousness.

The pain of the familiar tearing soul awakened him.

Whether as a soul beast or as a human, he has never experienced such pain, wave after wave, endless, continuous, without even numbness, it is crazy and desperate.

It's just unbearable.

Can't stand it at all.

Heart-piercing, heart-piercing and bone-cutting are not enough to describe.

Unable to be numb, unable to get used to, unable to coma.

When he felt that he was about to be unable to hold it, the broken jar smashed and begged to be driven mad by the pain, a biting cold in his left arm pulled his mind back, and the brain that was stunned by the pain began to work.

The person who should have died is still conscious, does it mean that he has a chance to go back?

Back to...

Once a person in desperate situation has hope, the will to survive will grow wildly.

The chill in his left arm dissipated his pain to a certain extent. Although it still eats away the bones and heart, it is not completely intolerable after all.

His current situation is... mysterious.

Although he still has consciousness and five senses, he should be in a spiritual state, and because the soul has become a pile of fragments, he can feel the existence of every piece of the body, but he can't gather it together.

Suddenly, he has cultivated countless avatars outside the body, but they can't move.

Never encountered or even heard of this state.

Although he had the ambition to go back, he didn't know how to work hard for a while, so he could only do his best to stay awake every day against the annoying pain.

The longer time dragged on, the more irritable Bai Yan became, especially as time passed, he could clearly feel that he was beginning to weaken.

In this, let alone creatures, there is no sound at all, and the eyes are in a manic red space. After staying alone, I don't know how long, Bai Yan's sanity is on the verge of collapse again.

Still not working?

But my mind rolls over Xiao Wu's pouting mouth, Daming Erming's idle time tossing little things, and... the boy who said that he would use his life to protect him under the night moon, confessed to him in the sun The young man with blue hair and blue eyes gazed at his youth tenderly.

How can I give up here?

Since it can't move, then expand the surface area, and how can you also explore the surrounding situation? For the soul, it should be malleable...?

But what to do?

The soul is so idealistic, is it controlled by mental power or consciousness? It's okay to just pull it, will it become a shame...

In any case, Bai Yan tried various methods, and finally imagined in his consciousness that he would smash himself into a big pie, and found that he seemed to be flattened.

An indescribable feeling, clearly invisible, he didn't know why he knew he was flat.

But the principle is not important. He only needs to know that it is enough to break this immutable situation by doing so.

Afterwards, he accidentally touched a piece of debris that floated to him, and after instinctively swallowing it, his consciousness was a little more sober.

So all the conscious fragments began to squash themselves, and prodded them to the others beside them. After a lot of effort, they finally assembled a head, a leg, and a hand.

After the three parts were completely reproduced, he immediately had the ability to act. At the same time, his perception of the outside world began to gradually increase. The three omnidirectional perspectives made him very awkward, but after getting used to it, there was nothing special.

He was soaked in scarlet liquid with extremely low visibility.

You can see countless kinds of heads, limbs, and mutilated bodies around.

Watch the changes.

From time to time, there will be resentment flashing in their eyes, or the painful and crazy heads will rush out of the liquid. At that time, their eyes will become clear, and then dragged by countless hands and feet, they will be pulled back into the liquid, and they will be swarmed up with empty eyes. His head was torn to pieces.

It's no use staying any longer. No other debris can be sensed in the liquid anymore, so I have to find a way to break this situation.

When this decision was made, Bai Yan had already condensed more than half of his body.

It seemed that I had to walk ashore.

But how can I go up?

After seeing the ferocious appearance of the surrounding things, Bai Yan sighed sadly.

Why does he have to work so hard when he is dead.

It's so boring to be alive...

...It's even more boring to die.

It's better to live.

In the end, I decided to take advantage of the characteristics of the stump and broken arm that would entangle things leaving the lake. I spent a lot of effort and finally wrapped my three body parts in a pile of hands and feet to resist the more aggressive head. Nibbled, finally sent himself ashore.

The spirit body's autonomous activities require mental energy, not to mention that he has exercised vigorously. After lying on the shore for a long time, Bai Yan, who feels much better, can barely support his body to look at the situation.

Sure enough, it was the lake I saw at the time, and even the bridge was looming in the distance.

Speaking of it, he still doesn't know what the bridge is, but instinctively feels that it shouldn't be what the living should step on, and that he can leave the world through that bridge.

Anyway, go check it out first.

I have no clue anyway.

He was bitten in a mess, his flesh-and-flesh legs, his hands lacking flesh and skin, his torso was gnawed only halfway, his chest and abdomen were empty, and Bai Sensen's ribs flared his teeth and claws against the dark red background.

Trying to stand on one leg in vain, the whole body was suffering from severe pain. When he looked at his completely unconventional "body", the corners of his mouth twitched.

...What a painful eye!

The good thing is that after leaving the lake, the pain began to numb.

In an extremely awkward and strange, extremely inefficient posture, Bai Yan grasped his own balance and slowly moved towards the destination.

At the junction of Tian Dou Xing Luo.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were forcibly recalled to their homeland by their parents. Although Tang San and Xiao Wu were uneasy, they had to leave.

Tang San wanted to send Daming Erming to the Haotian School, but he did not expect that the two transformed little boys would say nothing to leave Xiao Wu. After consulting Xiao Wu's opinion, he considered Acacia Heartbroken. It has been able to perfectly cover the breath of them, and this matter will not stop.

Out of safety considerations, Xiao Wu, who accepted Ning Rongrong's suggestion, moved into the Qibao Liuli Sect with Ming Erming.

Xiao Wu had to deal with the things left by Bai Yan. Ning Rongrong, who had already received the education of the lord, was actually very busy. She couldn’t bear to appear in front of Tang San as a pair with Oscar, and simply took Xiao Ao back to the sect. The three were just right. Get together and make a detailed plan for the future development of Tang Sect.

Therefore, Tang San, who had persuaded the Li Zhan clan to join the Tang Sect and planned to join the patriarch Titan, to participate in the biennial gathering of the four single-attribute clans, was entangled by Ma Hongjun, the only one available among the seven monsters.

Thousands of hands Shura, who had always been independent, was annoyingly a headache.

The fat man, who is no longer fat, has the expectations of his companions. During this time, he has turned into an idiot. He followed Tang San hard, eating and washing dishes, drinking water and handing cups, just taking a shower, rubbing his back, and going to the toilet to hand over papers.

Tang San rushed him, he was sobbing, saying that he was lonely and had nothing to do, so he only asked the third brother to feel sorry for him, the younger brother, and take him out to meet the world.

Tang San, who had obtained information about the four major clans from Xiao Wu, and the main personnel formed information, didn't want to take Ma Hongjun with him.

After all, I heard that my grandfather, the patriarch of the Min clan, Baihe, had a granddaughter who was born like a flower, and in this regard, he should be regarded as his cousin Bai Chenxiang, with outstanding talent and stubborn personality, always likes to run around with Baihe.

Beauty, still an outstanding beauty...Tsk.

Tang San couldn't understand the fat man's urinary sex.

...But even Tang San couldn't stand up to such a stalking posture. After all, he was a companion, a brother, and he couldn't use the Eight Spider Lances to poison people to death, right?

In the end, I could only reluctantly bring it, and on the road repeatedly told the fat man not to mess around, don't mess around, don't mess around.

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" In line with what the third brother said is right, what the third brother did is right, as long as he is not allowed to leave, the third brother will say whatever he says, staring at the three crazy demons along the way Ma Hongjun discovered Tang San's abnormality for the first time.

He was arguing with Tang San about what materials should be used to improve the Titan of Zhuge God's Crossbow, and stopped talking, worrying, "Young Master, your face is not very good."

"...Nothing." Tang San clutched his slightly tingling left arm, and an inexplicable feeling emerged in his heart. He paused, his face calm, and smiled, "The car stopped, what happened?"

I like my young master, who is calm, calm, calm, and calm, sitting on the Diaoyutai, despite the wind and waves, and the landslides in front of him will not change his face! Titan boasted and boasted the young master in his heart, and slammed his reckless grandson on both feet before calling the tribe to inquire.

"There is a big white tiger standing in front of the convoy. It is not clear what kind of soul beast it is. It seems to have a pair of wings on its back. The speed is too fast for our people to drive away or hurt it!"

The patriarch of the Lizhi clan, the Contra Titan, and an invisible fan of Tang San. For the first time today, I saw that I was calm, calm, calm, calm, and calm, sitting on the Diaoyutai despite the wind and waves, and landslides. The young master who hadn't changed his face in front of him changed his face.