Douluo Continent: Starting with Transforming Xiao Wu into the Zerg Queen

Then, the eerie black light deep within Old Jack's eyes suddenly faded.

The murderous crimson light in his eyes also disappeared.

The crimson energy that had been wrapped around Old Jack's arms vanished into nothingness.

Its already shriveled body became even more ashen, with large amounts of bright red blood flowing out.

The blood was so vibrant that it made you want to close your eyes; it was incredibly glaring.

Old Jack's eyes regained their normal appearance.

She returned to her former self, her eyes curving into a kind smile as she looked at Tang Hao's ferocious face.

Blood kept gushing from his mouth.

Old Jack shakily reached out a hand and painstakingly stroked the Clear Sky Hammer that Tang Hao had placed beside his head.

A hoarse yet familiar and peaceful voice suddenly rang out.

"Ah, so this is the Haotian Hammer?"

"Ah Hao, our Holy Soul Village has finally... finally has a Title Douluo!"

After saying that, old Jack coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mixed with his internal organs.

With difficulty, she turned her head to look into Tang Hao's eyes.

At this moment, old Jack's eyes held a hint of remembrance, a hint of tenderness, a hint of kindness, and—a hint of intense guilt.

A glint appeared in Tang Hao's eyes, and his red pupils trembled violently.

"No, this is all fake, this is all fake!!!"

Old Jack gave Tang Hao an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Ahao."

"Don't blame the old man. I had no choice.

Old Jack wore a warm smile, like a chrysanthemum blooming in spring.

Warm and cozy.

Old Jack's eyes were tightly closed, and his hands lay limply at his sides.

Tang Hao felt the heart in the shriveled chest beneath his feet suddenly stop beating.

"Do not!!!"

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Chapter 111 A plan within a plan

Tang Hao looked at old Jack, whose eyes were tightly closed and who appeared peaceful, with red eyes.

My hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"Heh heh."

Why...why did this happen?

thump!

Tang Hao threw down the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, knelt down abruptly, and fell onto Old Jack.

He shakily reached out a hand and took Old Jack's withered palm.

Wow.

Old Jack's body was completely exhausted, like a human-shaped sculpture made of sand.

With just a gentle touch, Old Jack's body turned to ashes and gradually dissipated before Tang Hao's eyes.

Start with the palm of your hand.

Up to the arm.

To the body.

Finally, we move to the head.

"Do not!!"

"do not want!"

"Don't do this!!!"

Tang Hao knelt on the ground, staring at Old Jack as he gradually turned into a pool of grayish-white quicksand, his eyes wide with rage!

Tang Hao reached out and desperately covered Old Jack's head, holding him tightly.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at old Jack's tightly closed eyes.

Wow

Old Jack's head slowly turned into a pool of grayish-white ashes, which dripped slowly from between Tang Hao's fingers.

In an instant.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Only a patch of grayish-white, human-shaped powder remained scattered on the ground above the purplish-black fungal carpet.

Tang Hao weakly supported himself on the ground with his hands, his eyes filled with pain.

This upright and indomitable man suddenly shed two lines of clear tears, which soaked the ground.

Tang Hao weakly grabbed the dissipated grayish-white ashes of Old Jack, but these ashes slowly flowed away from Tang Hao's hand and disappeared again.

“Ha, hahahahaha!”

Tang Hao suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, his face covered in tears.

"I should have known. I should have known!"

Where can you find a humble old man who suddenly gains power?

What Tang Hao saw before him was clearly just a puppet that had been invaded by evil power and had lost its own consciousness!

I should have thought of it earlier!

When he knocked Old Jack's head off, the real Old Jack was already dead!

why.

Why did I realize this so late!

Why did he only fully realize this matter after the real old Jack was completely dead?

Chi Chi Chi!

A strange noise suddenly broke out.

A bright red worm emerged from the grayish-white smoke that Old Jack had transformed into.

The scarlet worm lay silently on the ground, echoing Tang Hao's movements.

It seemed as if they were mocking Tang Hao, or perhaps they were frightened by Tang Hao's ferocious and remorseful appearance.

Then, the worm turned and burrowed into the fungal carpet underground and disappeared.

Tang Hao stared blankly at the spot where the worm had disappeared.

He muttered to himself, "So that's how it is. It was you guys who did this."

Om-!

Tang Hao slowly stood up, his eyes bloodshot as he surveyed the cave he was in.

The purplish-black, sticky fungal carpet tightly enveloped the cave, making it seem as if it were in a strange space.

The Haotian Hammer, as tall as a person, floated up out of thin air and landed in Tang Hao's hand.

Nine spirit rings reappeared behind Tang Hao.

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, and a dazzling light suddenly flashed on the spirit ring behind him!

"The Great Sumeru Hammer!!!"

boom! ! !

A deafening explosion rang out!

Tang Hao picked up the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and smashed it hard against the barrier of this wormhole!

Boom-!

In an instant, the entire mountain range of Holy Soul Village seemed to tremble.

A huge open-air pit suddenly appeared on the back mountain.

Inside the pit, Tang Hao, his face covered in grime, gripped the Clear Sky Hammer and slowly made his way out of the pit.

Within a radius of several dozen meters where Tang Hao was located, the purplish-black fungal carpet on the ground disappeared completely.

But when Tang Hao wearily raised his head and looked into the distance...

The dense, purplish-black fungal carpet stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly covering the entire area.

Tang Hao's lips trembled slightly.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, endless pain, and a chilling killing intent.