Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Between dying handsomely in front of the person she admired and trying to survive, Wang Dong decisively chose to live. She still had concerns. She still wanted to see her mother and her brother whom she had never met before she had personally experienced the deterioration of maternal love.

Mu Xing was a little entangled. She was hesitating between saving Wang Dong and giving the entire northern people a half-day holiday. After all, removing the erosion of Shura's divine power required her to use her own essence. When she was picked up by Di Tian, it took her hundreds of years to completely recover from her injuries, but it was better than the silver dragon fish at the bottom of the lake.

"Let go." Mu Xing's voice sounded particularly cold in the cold wind of the northern border. She lowered her eyes and looked at Wang Dong's fingers that were tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Wang Dong's eyes suddenly dimmed. Tang San was suppressed by the law enforcement gods with weapons. He roared ferociously: "Do you think she will save you? My blood flows in your body! She will only watch you die, and even..." His face kept distorting while he spoke. His original face and the appearance of the Demon Emperor flashed alternately. This body was originally formed by his soul forcibly occupying the Demon Emperor's corpse, but he himself was unaware of it.

He just thought Wang Dong was ridiculous for asking for help from her enemy. The God of Destruction gave her power, probably just to turn them against each other so that he could reap the benefits.

Memories suddenly surged, and he remembered the Spirit Hall Saint Hu Liena, who had been infatuated with him, and the proud angel master Qian Renxue. Before her death, Bibi Dong begged him to let her daughter and students go, and he reluctantly agreed, but found loopholes in his promise. He only promised himself not to do it, but he did not guarantee that others would not do it. Qian Renxue, who lost her godhood and had a broken spirit, could never break through the 90th level in her life, and Hu Liena remained at the Soul Saint level until the fall of the Spirit Empire. Under such circumstances, their fate was already doomed.

Even so, Tang San put on a compassionate attitude, claiming that he had done his best. After all, he was particularly kind by letting the two women off because they loved him. He said that after everything was settled, it would be time for him to retire. What's more, he also had the argument that "gods should not interfere too much in mortal affairs."

However, at this moment, his situation was very similar to that when he was killed by the Rakshasa God. Tang San tightly grasped the blade of the magic sickle protruding from his chest with both hands, and his divine thoughts and remaining divine power gathered frantically in his palms, forcibly suppressing the explosion of the Shura divine power on the magic sickle that originated from him.

"Do you think the same move can kill me twice?" Tang San's mouth was overflowing with divine blood, but he showed a ferocious smile. After all, he had carried the Shura God's throne for decades, and he was quite adapted to the Shura God's power. He actually found a chance to breathe in this desperate situation.

Mu Xing's wrist suddenly turned, and the bloody sickle blade suddenly ignited a purple-black flame of destruction. The flames drilled into Tang San's body through the wound like a living thing, burning his soul crazily. The air was suddenly filled with the scorching breath of burning divine power.

Just when Tang San was about to completely draw out the magic sickle, he suddenly noticed something unusual. Something was wrong, why didn't the law enforcement god who was suppressing him react at all? At this moment, something strange happened!

The magic sickle in his hand suddenly trembled violently, and the sickle suddenly burst into a dazzling blood light.

"boom--!"

With a deafening explosion, the devil sickle actually split into nine giant sickles. The violent divine power exploded with Tang San as the center. He had no time to react, and his hands were instantly turned into bloody foam by the nine intersecting and rotating sickle blades.

"Ugh!"

Tang San let out a shrill scream, and the divine armor on his arms shattered like paper, with fragments mixed with divine blood splashing all over the sky. Nine devil sickles circled around him, each stained with the flames of destruction and Shura's divine power, further tearing his broken body apart.

Mu Xing lightly hooked his fingertips, and the nine magic sickles suddenly made a sharp buzzing sound, drawing deadly arcs in the air.

"You idiot!" Mu Xing held his forehead with his hand, emerald green life energy flowing through his fingertips. While injecting it into Wang Dong's body, he quickly built a temporary life support system, barely resisting the erosion of the Shura's power.

"Let go of your other hand!"

Wang Dong then realized that he was still instinctively holding tightly onto the hilt of the sword stuck in his chest, fearing that Tang San would take it back.

Damn, she can really survive! The God of Killing felt that his conclusion was a bit hasty. With Wang Dong's tough life, her soul was torn apart, her martial spirit was abolished, and her chest was pierced by the Shura Sword. Moreover, when these law enforcement gods besieged Tang San, they didn't care about her life or death at all. They just killed her by mistake and didn't let her go. Even so, she was still able to hold on until rescue arrived. She shouldn't be hastily classified as a destruction faction. She should be under the command of the Goddess of Life.

Before Wang Dong recovered from the severe pain, Mu Xing had already grabbed her wrist and mercilessly pried open her fingers that were tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. The hand that came over her showed no hesitation or gentleness.

"I told you to let go!"

The blade was pulled out roughly, bringing out a spray of blood. Wang Dong's eyes went dark with pain, but she saw that Mu Xing didn't even spare her a glance. She looked at the Shura Sword in her hand intently, her fingertips stroking the dark golden magic pattern on the sword, her eyes flashing with an almost obsessive brilliance.

"finally……"

If she hadn't taken into consideration the presence of many law enforcement gods around her, she would have probably cheered while holding this blood-red giant sword that was more than two meters long.

Of course, this is understandable. Any law enforcement god, including the God of Death, would react in this way when he gets the Shura Sword. After all, the first Shura God and the super artifact he left behind are of great significance to the law enforcement gods. It is not just a weapon, but also represents the highest authority of judgment in the divine world, which means "wherever our king's sword points, our hearts will follow."

"Ahem." The God of Death coughed lightly and couldn't help but remind him, "You know the rules. The Shura Sword must be brought back to the God Realm. We will be back there to report soon." There was a hint of familiarity between fellow disciples in his tone, and it was obvious that the two of them had an old friendship.

"Who are you reporting to?" Mu Xing gently stroked the sword body, and flicked his fingertips lightly on the blade, and the Shura Sword immediately made a clear sound.

The God of Killing exchanged a knowing look with his colleagues. Who else but the God of Destruction could truly be in power in the God Realm right now?

"Ten days later." Seeing that no colleagues had any objections, the God of Death was no longer the inflexible God of law enforcement. "I will come to get it myself." The deadline seemed tight, but according to the speed of time flow in the God Realm and the underworld, it actually gave Mu Xing a full ten years of grace.

"Wait." Just as the law enforcement gods were preparing to take Tang San's other half of his soul back to the God Realm, Mu Xing finally gave Wang Dong a look, "Since you are going back to report, take her with you."

The God of Killing raised his eyebrows in surprise but said nothing.

"I am only keeping her alive temporarily. To fully heal her, I need to use up my original power. Even if I take action, this fragile creature will need a longer recovery time than I did back then, and I have more important things to do now." Mu Xing paused, "Please."

The God of Killing silently reached out to help Wang Dong. Just when he was about to touch Wang Dong, the girl suddenly struggled to raise her head, tears welling up in her eyes: "Don't you want me anymore? You won't want me, right?"

"Well, you stay here. After you die, I'll give the people of the North a day off to commemorate you." Mu Xing sighed. It was really hard to communicate with Han Pi. "Or you can go back with them. My mother will heal you, and you can see your mother for the last time. Make your choice."

Wang Dong's eyes lit up when she heard that, and her pale face suddenly glowed, but her next words made Mu Xing almost unable to resist stabbing her again with the Shura Sword.

"Mr. Alex said that if the black dragon died, we would only have half a day off!"

"Yes, that's right. If you insist on staying in the lower realm and die, when I unify the Douluo plane, I will give everyone a day off on February 29th to commemorate you."

"Great! But is today February 29th?" Wang Dong endured the pain and blinked stubbornly, waiting for an answer.

Even the iron-hearted God of Law Enforcement, God of Killing Xuprous, did not have the heart to tell her that, in fact, according to the calendar of the Douluo plane, there would be a 29th day in February approximately every four years.

"Go back. No one in the God Realm will blame you. You've done well enough." Mu Xing only felt tired, but she still rubbed Wang Dong's head. "You can still be a hero when you go back. There's no need to stay in the lower world and become a martyr."

Wang Dong's eyelashes trembled violently and tears were about to flow out of her eyes when Mu Xing suddenly bent his fingers and gave her a sharp blow on the forehead.

With a crisp "dong" sound, Wang Dong's eyes, which were still filled with tears, suddenly widened and then slowly lost focus. Her head tilted to one side and she completely fainted.

Suddenly, in the deep and unchanging cold of the Arctic ice field, in a desolate land covered by thick ice, something strange quietly grew. At first, it was just an extremely tiny, unnatural distortion point inside the ice layer, like a drop of ink smudged in the pure ice, occasionally flashing a faint purple light that was almost imperceptible. The biting cold wind whistled past, rolling up the snow foam, completely covering up this tiny anomaly, as if a speck of dust in the universe fell on the boundless snowfield.

The God of Killing was about to hand the unconscious Wang Dong over to another God of Law Enforcement. After noticing this subtle movement, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Did you hear that?"

Mu Xing tightly gripped the hilt of the Shura Sword, and almost at the same time, a huge black shadow tore through space and descended beside her. Di Tian revealed his true form, with dark dragon scales glowing with metallic coldness in the snow light, and where the dragon claws pressed, space condensed like water waves.

However, as time went on, this tiny anomaly did not disappear. Instead, it began to expand slowly and steadily under the continuous tearing of some unknown force.

"Click——"

A very light cracking sound was heard, and a long and thin crack silently appeared on the surface of the hard thousand-year-old black ice.

The inside of the crack was not the crystal clear ice, nor the dark brown of frozen soil, but a deep and frightening darkness, with unstable dark purple energy flowing at the edge, pulsating like blood vessels. Every time the light pulsed, the crack expanded outwards, as if some creature was breathing under the ice.

An indescribable smell began to mix into the cold air. The smell was not strong, but it made them feel uncomfortable instinctively, as if something was seeping in from another world, polluting this pure ice field.

What was even more bizarre was that the ice around the crack was becoming dark and turbid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spider-web-like black lines were spreading out. Those lines were like living things, slowly crawling and branching, eroding the crystal ice into a sick and corrupt texture.

When the space crack expanded to the width of a person, a shrill scream suddenly sounded, and hundreds of strange bat-like creatures swarmed out of the crack.

With the loud sound of the ice layer collapsing, a huge claw suddenly tore open the edge of the crack. The dark green scales glowed with a poisonous color in the snow light, and the five-meter-wide claws caused earthquake-like tremors every time they grasped. It was a monster that combined the characteristics of a dragon and a demon. The mountain-like body was supported by three thick limbs, and the abnormally developed upper body was matched with long arms that hung to the ground. Four scarlet eyes were irregularly distributed on the dragon-shaped skull, and the tail dragged behind it was covered with barbs. What was even more weird was that its whole body was shrouded in dark purple mist visible to the naked eye, which was completely different from the energy system of Douluo Continent.

As soon as those hideous monsters rushed out of the cracks, the divine power of the law enforcement gods poured down like a tide. The dazzling divine light intertwined into a web on the ice field, and the bat-like creatures screamed miserably in the light. Their bodies melted like wax figures, turning into wisps of black smoke and shrinking back into the space cracks.

The huge monster roared angrily, and its five-meter-long claws tore at the nearest law enforcement god. However, before its attack landed, several golden chains shot out from the void and instantly pierced through its dark green scales. It twisted in pain, and its body began to fall apart, eventually turning into a dirty airflow and being forcibly dragged back to the depths of the crack.

"What is this? The Antimatter Legion?" Mu Xing scratched his head. It didn't look like it.

"It's the Abyss Plane. The God Realm has dealt with this kind of existence before." The God of Death stared at the hideous space crack. "They live by devouring the essence of the plane, just like a swarm of locusts in the universe. Everything withers wherever they pass. Although the strength of this kind of plane is not top-notch, because of its nature of devouring everything, it will be naturally rejected by the laws of the universe. Any God Realm that discovers them will immediately destroy them. But the problem is that the Douluo Plane is protected by the God Realm barrier, and the coordinates are even more secret. How did they accurately locate here?"

It turned out to be a global locust plague!

"Ask your superior!" Mu Xing sneered meaningfully.

"My current superior is your father," the God of Death corrected grimly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hideous crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and purple-black divine light poured down like a torrent.

"Look, your father is here!" The God of Killer said to Mu Xing seriously.