The absolute stillness produced by Xiao Wu sacrificed the red magnetic field gradually weakened, and the first thing that was restored was the consciousness of everyone within the range.

Everyone was shocked. Although the blood-red light was released, the deep love in Xiao Wu's eyes seemed to burn people's souls.

"Sacrifice..."

Yueguan and Guimei had witnessed A Yin's sacrifice with their own eyes, but at first they would not think that Xiao Wu could make this choice.

Life, cultivation, and soul, dedicate everything to mankind, at the cost of never being able to be reborn.

Tang San's eyes regained their spirits. All he saw was the eyes opposite, the beautiful eyes full of love and sadness.

Xiaowu...

Tang San didn't know why he came back to life, but he must have paid the extremely heavy price. He wanted to struggle, his eyes filled with endless pain.

However, just like Ling Bai just now, he could not stop him, and could only watch all this move towards the direction he feared the most.

Bathed in the bloody flames emerging from Xiao Wu's body, Tang San's body kept feeling numb and itchy, as if his soul had left his body. His heart was full of resistance, but he could not save everything that had happened. He sat down powerlessly and gradually faded in front of his eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Wu could no longer speak. Her vitality was used to burn the blood flames on her body. Her bloody eyes told Tang San that she was in love with tears and complaining.

In order to allow Tang San to successfully absorb his 100,000-year soul ring, Xiao Wu forcibly increased his soul power to level 50 during the sacrifice.

Close her eyes, she couldn't bear to see her lover, and the softest part in her heart was constantly being torn by intense pain.

Lowering his head, Xiao Wu's lips gradually became transparent fell on Tang San's lips, but Tang San did not have any warm touch. A circle of jumping blood flames moved quietly around their bodies.

The soul power in Tang San's body was increasing at an extremely terrifying speed, and the fatal wounds behind him had completely healed, and his heart began to beat vigorously again.

The surging blood flame suddenly retracted, and in an instant, a series of explosions burst out around Tang San's body. As Xiao Wu's body gradually disappeared, the original four soul rings on his body appeared one by one, and the blood-colored soul ring slowly condensed around him.

As the blood-colored soul ring condensed, Xiao Wu's body turned into a red light ball, and the light gradually dimmed, and the colors outside peeled off layer by layer. A little white rabbit the size of a palm was lying quietly in Tang San's arms, and her breath of life was moving away from her body a little.

"Xiao Wu——"

A sob that was so shrill that it was not as loud as a human voice erupted from Tang San's mouth.

At this moment, no soul ring or soul bone was meaningless to him. His heart was trembling. Seeing Xiao Wu's last breath dissipated into the world, and looking at the empty body that had lost its soul and life, Tang San's heart was broken.

"What if one day, many people want to kill me and those people are something you can't beat?"

"Then please ask them to step over my body first."

He said that he should use his life to protect Xiao Wu, who belongs only to him, but now that Xiao Wu is dead, he is still alive.

Perhaps people are born with sympathy for the weak, and Tang San's miserable embraces Xiao Wu, many people can't help but be moved.

Tang Hao's lips were trembling, and Tang San had his life again, but the feeling that life was worse than death once appeared on himself also appeared on his son.

Just like Tang San's mother A Yin, Xiao Wu also made the same choice for her lover.

"Martial Soul Palace!"

Tang Hao roared violently, and eight of the nine soul rings on his body burst instantly, leaving only the 100,000-year soul ring sacrificed by A Yin.

Big Sumeru Hammer and Blasting Ring!

The already huge Haotian hammer changed again. The threaded hammer handle was ten meters long. On the surface of the hammer body, a layer of twisted black flowed continuously. The thick breath was like rolling mountains, giving people an extremely calm feeling.

Without having to touch, the Double Douluo of the Juji Ghost could also feel the terrifying weight of the Haotian Hammer, the mad domineering aura of the Big Sumeru Hammer, the powerful aura of the powerful aura accompanied by an unparalleled powerful momentum, and the condensed murderous aura accompanied by Tang Hao's body in the air. The eight rings and the power brought by anger made the Juji Ghost have to avoid the edge for a while.

"boom--"

A black shadow fell from the air like a meteorite, smashing a semicircular huge pit on the ground.

"Qiankun Douluo?"

"He actually lost!?"

Those soul masters who had heard of Qiankun Douluo's reputation were unbelievable. The peerless Douluo, who competed with the previous generation of Haotian Douluo Tang Chen, was defeated by the Pope of the Wu Soul Palace!

Bibidong, how strong is it!

Old Jack slowly crawled out of it with his Qiankun halberd. Seeing his miserable state at this moment, everyone couldn't help but take a breath. From his right shoulder, a huge blood mark spread to his left abdomen, almost splitting Old Jack in half. The tiny purple-black light in the blood mark kept beating, and Old Jack's face turned pale. Obviously, in the battle with Bibidong, he was defeated extremely tragically and almost paid the price of his life.

In the Rakshasa realm, Galasha Nine Scythes, Bibidong's strike even surpassed the limit of human beings, and one foot stepped into the threshold of the god-level. Although he was a great sacrifice for destruction, he was still far away from the god-level.

"Captain Jack!"

A red light suddenly appeared in Tang San's right arm, and he instantly appeared beside Old Jack. He was one of the 100,000-year soul skills given to him by Xiao Wu, teleporting.

"Don't worry, mistress, I can't die."

Old Jack patted Tang San on the shoulder, looking around the scene of the war, and a trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Wuji was burned to death by the phoenix flame, and the golden holy dragon was completely torn apart by the demon bear Douluo. At this moment, the golden iron triangle had fallen into a strong earth. Tang Hao temporarily forced the chrysanthemum ghost to retreat with the power of the explosion ring, but the power of the explosion ring would eventually weaken with the passage of time. How experienced is the chrysanthemum ghost? One releases thousands of chrysanthemum flowers, and the other transforms into a traceless ghost, which is consuming Tang Hao bit by bit.

"drink!"

He swung a hammer and smashed the chrysanthemum cold blade. Tang Hao broke through the encirclement with a ghost claw and rushed to Tang San and Old Jack.

At this moment, Bibi Dong fell from the sky and landed beside Ling Bai. Countless gazes were instantly cast, and when these gazes saw the noble and cold woman, they all had a moment of loss of consciousness. Such a peerless charm was really too eye-catching.

"teacher."

Ling Bai looked sideways, and then his eyes moved slightly. Bibidong's condition was really strange at this moment.

The pupils completely transformed into evil purple-black, and the aura also made Ling Bai feel unfamiliar.

"Xiaobai...teacher...can't control Rakshasa anymore..."

Her voice was hoarse like a snake spitting out a letter, and the God of Rakshasa was constantly eroding her heart and guiding her into the bottomless abyss.

Since the moment Bibidong returned to the ground, Old Jack has been observing her, discovering her abnormality, and sending a voice to Tang Hao, "Tang Hao, do you want the mistress to survive?"

Tang Hao's body trembled and he replied: "Of course, but it may be as difficult as climbing to the sky."

With the four major titles, even a proud person like Tang Hao can't see hope of survival.

"No, now I have a chance. The God of Rakshasa is the most evil and dark god in the world. The Pope of the Spirit Hall is being influenced by the divine thoughts of the God of Rakshasa. He has no way to deal with us for the time being. I have a secret method that can make the mistress survive, but you only need to pay the price."

“What is it?”

"Life, soul."

"Take it."

Tang Hao laughed loudly, his smile full of heroism and desolation. Xiao Wu could sacrifice his life for Tang San, let alone his father. He took off his storage soul guide and threw it to Tang San.

"Missary, since you were born, your father has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father. This time he can exchange his life for your life. It's worth it! There is everything you want to know and your mother's position. In the future, you must take good care of her. Come on, Old Jack!"

Tang San took the storage soul guide, and before he could react, a strange black light suddenly burst out beside him, and a surging black mist surged out from the old Jack, and finally rushed straight into the sky like wolf smoke. The power that burst out, even the titled Douluo, couldn't help but feel a chill.

Feeling the surging momentum that surged from Old Jack's body, the four major titled Douluo also showed a serious look. Such a powerful enemy was the first person they had met in so long.

“Ahhhh——”

A painful scream sounded, and everyone was stunned. Old Jack pressed Tang Hao's hand on the top of his head, and the scream actually came from Tang Hao's mouth!

"Father!"

Old Jack turned a deaf ear to Tang San's exclamation. As his handprints changed, the black mist began to squirm like a living thing. One of the faces was slowly squeezed out in this squirming, and finally turned into an illusory head about a foot wide. The head and face were covered with pain, and it seemed that they were suffering from inhuman torture.

Everyone present is familiar with this face, because it is Haotian Douluo Tang Hao!

As soon as Tang Hao's illusory head appeared, waves of low and strange whimper suddenly sounded, and the entire sky was filled with cold wind, making the whole body cold.

The four major banned gazes stared at Old Jack. Although their hearts were filled with fighting spirit, the powerful pressure that spread from the sky made them dare not have any abnormal movement.

The palm of his hand was as vicissitudes as bark as dead tree bark, and the old Jack grabbed Tang Hao's illusory head, and the strange rich black light in the palm of his palm surged, all pouring into the head.

With the crazy infusion of the black light, the illusory human head also expanded rapidly, and in just a moment it expanded to about a meter wide. As the head expanded, the pain on Tang Hao's face became much clearer. The strange soul screams faintly penetrated out and spread out along the cold wind.

When it expanded to about three or four feet, the pain on Tang Hao's face frozen instantly, and an extremely rich black light flashed from the seven orifices, and suddenly burst under the gaze of countless horrifying eyes!

boom--

The loud sound was like thunder shocking the world. The extremely terrifying black trend, like a mountain torrent, surged out of the explosion of Tang Hao's soul, and a strange black light shrouded the entire world.

This time the darkness came very thoroughly, and the bright sun above the sky also disappeared out of thin air at this moment. The whole world was completely filled with darkness in a blink of an eye.

The darkness enveloped the earth, which made countless people panic, and various soul powers burst out one after another. However, even with the help of the soul power, in this strange dark world, you can only see a range of within a few meters.

"What's going on?"

"what happens?"

The sudden darkness caused the soul fighting arena to stir up, and panic spread wildly at this moment.

Ling Bai held the sword in his right hand and held Bibidong in his left hand, frowned tightly, and a wisp of soul power flowed along the meridians, and finally rushed up his eyes, setting the strange sky-blue pupils like a bright light.

The darkness that was out of reach began to slowly dissipate, and a world with a hint of sky blue appeared in Ling Bai's vision.

The darkness dissipated, and Ling Bai's eyes instantly paused at the positions of Old Jack and Tang San. In the distant place of the darkness, a huge black light ball was suspended on Old Jack's dry palm. Inside the light ball was a terrifying soul power, and this was generated when Tang Hao's soul exploded before. At this moment, this energy derived from the soul explosion was completely controlled by Old Jack.

Even though his vision could see through the darkness, the dark sky seemed to be isolated from the sounds in the distance. Therefore, Ling Bai was not sure whether there was anything between Old Jack and Tang San. He could only see the ferocious look on his face. The huge black energy ball in his hand was raised high, and his palms suddenly pushed it. The terrifying soul energy turned into a black stream of light and swept towards Tang San.

Even though they were so far apart, Ling Bai still felt a strong soul oppression.

This sudden appearance of soul oppression was also noticed by the titled Douluo-level powerhouse.

"What a terrible pressure..."

Yueguan's face turned pale. He found that under the pressure of that soul, his soul power had been compressed into his body and could not be overflowed at all. It was definitely not only Tang Hao's soul, but also an energy far beyond the limits of human beings.

When everyone was shocked, Old Jack's huge soul energy ball suddenly appeared in front of Tang San, without any stagnation, and it smashed hard. The terrifying fluctuation directly shocked the space to tremble.

The dark curtains that filled the sky suddenly trembled slightly. After a moment, the dark curtain quietly spread out several cracks, and the dazzling sunlight poured in, driving away all the darkness in the sky.

The dark curtain quickly dissipated, and the palms of the people in the soul fighting are covering the sudden sunlight. After a while, they raised their eyes and looked at the distant place.

The light slowly converged, and Old Jack stood there quietly, holding both hands on the slender halberd of Qiankun Ji. The black halo on his body dissipated at an astonishing speed, but he stood so straight, without any sense of weakness, but his eyes had lost their luster. In that blow, there was not only Tang Hao's life and soul, but also his life and soul, and Tang San quietly disappeared here...
Chapter completed!