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Chapter 43 Rakshasa Martial Spirit
As blood dripped from Hongyan's fingertips, some strange runes began to appear on the ancient bricks on the broken ground.

Buzz! Buzz! At this moment, the entire ground lit up, and strands of blood-diamond light shone through the ground. Strands of blood-diamond light now began to interweave like thin silk threads to form a net of heaven and earth. This was an endless net that could sweep across the entire underground world.

With a humming sound, a beam of blood light shot up into the sky from the center of the ground where the stone statue was, penetrated the dome of the earth, and went straight into the sky.

When this ray of blood light shot up into the sky, the blood diamond light emanated even brighter and more dazzling from the broken stone statue. Tang San looked at these strands of blood-colored light. In his view, it seemed that they were not just lights, but more like strands of blood flowing, and the flowing blood strands intertwined to form a web of heaven and earth.

"Could this blood net be the reason why spirit rings cannot be used in the world of Slaughter City?" Tang San looked at the blood net that was trying to cover the heaven and earth, and he associated it with the feeling of a sealed spirit ring.

When he entered the world of Slaughter City, he felt as if his martial soul was caught in a net, making it impossible for him to use his martial soul.

At this time, Tang San no longer needed anyone's instructions. He raised his left hand, and the seal emblem released a dazzling light. At this moment, a terrible thing happened. The red line in the sky seemed to melt, turning into red liquid and pouring down.

All the blood and energy surged and poured madly onto the mark on the back of his left hand, as if he was casting a domain, devouring and absorbing it madly.

As the ceremony progressed, the blood energy from the sky flowed into Tang San's body, and his soul power cultivation began to improve. With the complete awakening of the Rakshasa martial soul, it began to climb up little by little from level twenty-four, to twenty-five, twenty-six, and twenty-seven.

At this time, Tang San's second martial soul finally began to take shape. The blood moon that appeared when the domain appeared for the first time appeared again. The difference was that under the light of the blood moon, blood condensed, as if outlining something.

That martial spirit had no substance, just a suspended mass of scarlet, like a pool of blood stirred by invisible hands, surging and twisting, occasionally condensing into a vague outline of a limb, and then disintegrating in an instant.

A blood moon hung above it, about the size of a human head, yet emitting a suffocating dark crimson glow. It resembled both a blood moon and a rotting, bloodshot eyeball, coldly gazing down upon everything. Wherever the moonlight shone, tiny beads of blood oozed from the ground, slowly wriggling as if alive, coalescing into twisted runes.

Tang San’s second martial spirit has no face, or rather, its face is flowing.

After all, Tang San's spirit awakening this time was not as simple as an ordinary spirit awakening. There was also a ceremony to enhance the spirit power, so it took seven days and seven nights to complete it completely, and Tang San's spirit power was also fixed at level 30.

Tang San looked at the strange and ominous Rakshasa spirit behind him and asked with some confusion: "Mother, why is my spirit different from yours?"

This made Tang San feel a little strange. The six-winged angel spirits of the Spirit Hall were all the same. There might be some slight differences, but they were generally the same.

But Tang San is too different from his mother, they are completely different. His mother's red face is a red devil with bulging muscles, while his own has no face, his body looks like flowing blood, and there is a red moon the size of a human head on his head. It can't be said that they are exactly the same, but they are completely unrelated.

Hearing this, Hongyan gave a helpless smile and said, "Because Luosha has fallen. Look at the stone statue, only a small half is left."

"Just like the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul of the Spirit Hall, their Martial Soul is a projection of the Angel God himself. The awakening of the Martial Soul is merely the manifestation of the Angel God's power projected from the soul. Therefore, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul of the Spirit Hall is the same as the angel statues in their Spirit Hall." "However, not only did the Rakshasa God perish, but even the stone statue representing his divine power and symbol was destroyed by the Asura God. No one knows what the Rakshasa God actually looks like. Therefore, the appearance of the Rakshasa Martial Soul is the image of the Rakshasa God that you imagine in your mind after seeing this broken Rakshasa God statue."

Tang San looked at the incomplete Rakshasa statue at this time. The statue was so broken that one could only tell that it was probably a humanoid creature. Not to mention the face, even the hands could not be seen. It all depended on Tang San's imagination.

It is probably because the first thing Tang San saw when he entered the Slaughter City was the purple-red moon, and the statue of Rakshasa was incomplete, so Tang San thought that Rakshasa had no face and had an image of a moon on his head, which eventually turned into the image of his martial spirit.

Of course, it doesn’t matter whether the martial soul is beautiful or ugly, as long as it can fight.

"Since you have awakened the Rakshasa spirit, place your left hand on the Rakshasa statue."

Hearing his mother's words, Tang San nodded and placed his left hand on the shattered stone statue. He knew that this was to activate the inheritance of the Rakshasa God.

"According to the historical records of our clan, the Rakshasa God Trial has a maximum of nine tests. But now, since the fall of the Rakshasa God, no matter what, there have only been three tests at most. However, my son, you have not been sealed by the Shura God, and you have twin martial souls. Maybe you can create a miracle and reproduce the glory of the nine tests." Hong Yan was also nervous at this time.

If it were normal, like the angel spirits in the Spirit Hall, Hong Yan would be qualified for the eighth test, but unfortunately she was born at the wrong time. Because the Rakshasa God fell and the stone statue was shattered, there was no divine power left. Now, let alone the eighth or ninth test, she can't even pass the fourth test.

There is too little Rakshasa power that can be channeled, and even the Rakshasa god's artifact is missing. How tragic is this inheritance.

"It's okay, mother. I'm lucky to have it." Tang San was quite free and easy. This was also related to the fact that he was born in the Haotian Sect. He was not bound by the so-called divine mission.

"Okay, it's good that you have this mentality." Hongyan waved her sleeves, and a red beam of light fell from the sky, enveloping Tang San's body. Tang San, bathed in the beam of light, did not feel anything.

But in the end, the miracle did not happen. The Rakshasa God was already dead. Even if Tang San was more talented, without the support of divine power, it would be impossible for him to support the nine tests by relying solely on the Rakshasa divine power floating in this space. In the end, there were only three beams of light, which meant there were only three tests.

Seeing this scene, Hongyan couldn't help but reveal a gloomy look in her eyes. As expected, the Rakshasa God really fell. There was no miracle, no hope. I'm afraid that even his position as a god was cut off by the Shura God.

"Er huh?!"

Boom boom!!! At this moment, something incredible happened. The entire Ghost Tower and even the entire Ghost City were suddenly illuminated by blood-red light. The tall Ghost Tower suddenly emitted a burst of red light that illuminated the entire city!

(End of this chapter)