Chapter 1 1. Since someone has to succeed, why can't it be me?
What are other time travelers like?
It's passionate.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Don’t bully young people into poverty.

It's middle school.

The name of Xu Que from the Zhatian Gang is both funny and childish.

He is the ruthless and decisive Immortal Lord of Great Love.

He is also Li Changshou, who is known as the most respected person in the world.

So, what's my turn?

"Maybe... all that's left is to plan ahead and be a little bit ruthless?"

……

The city of killing.

Hell Road.

The golden chains were densely wrapped around every object that could be wrapped around, including stalactites, attics, corridors, and even stone walls. They created countless new roads on the already complex road of hell. As long as your body movements were good enough, these strong chains would become roads for you to walk on, although their purpose of appearing here was not to become roads...

At the end of all the golden chains, there was a huge humanoid monster with dozens of golden chains passing through its body, locking its bones and hanging in the air.

The humanoid monster was more than two meters tall.

There are two huge bat wings on its back.

When unfolded, the width can reach more than five meters.

Unfortunately, if nothing unexpected happens, it will be difficult to see these two bat wings spread out again, because they, like their owner, have been pierced by dozens of golden chains and imprisoned under four stone walls.

The blood-red light armor was badly damaged.

There was a big hole where the heart should be.

The small half of the heart that was left was unable to beat and could only twitch a few times symbolically before being forced to give up the struggle.

Despite this, the humanoid monster was not completely dead yet.

Every tremor caused the chains to rattle.

Every time it clanged, it was gradually shrinking.

After a while, he looked like a normal person again.

He has black hair and black eyes, and his brows show the arrogance and dominance of his youth. There is also a blood-red vertical sword mark in the middle of his forehead. He doesn't look very old, but he should be a middle-aged man who has the secret to maintaining his youth.

And opposite him.

The end of this main road.

It was a pile of broken limbs, a young man who had lost his left arm, and a black tower with only half of it left, standing on the road to hell.

The black tower stands tall.

The tower was covered with fist marks, claw marks, and cracks from being hit by heavy objects.

At the top of the tower, a purple-black crystal ball with a radius of one meter has begun to crack.

But what really damaged it was the sword mark that cut it in half.

The upper half remained on the road to hell.

The lower half disappeared into the magma.

About one third of the black tower has disappeared, and the half of the black tower that can be seen today only accounts for about two-thirds of the total height of the black tower.

Upon closer inspection, the sword mark that split the black tower in two was extremely similar to the scar on the boy's broken limb, except that there was scarlet soul power attached to the wound on the boy's broken limb. Even though a lot of flesh threads could grow from the broken limb at a speed visible to the naked eye with every breath the boy took, it could only barely contend with the scarlet soul power that corroded the wound. These were not found on the black tower.

This is not the self-healing ability that humans should have.

It is not a corrosive substance that humans can withstand.

The culprit behind all this was the humanoid monster who was hung up by dozens of chains and gradually shrunk to his normal size. The dark red giant sword in his hand, which looked like a door panel, was the tool responsible for carrying out all this destruction.

"Leave your name..." The middle-aged man who had regained consciousness raised his head with great effort. His amazing vitality was no less than the vigorous vitality of the young man's broken limbs that were being regenerated by flesh and blood. Although his heart was broken and his life was coming to an end, he still had a breath left to give his last words. However, he used the time to give his last words to praise: "Just think of it as the winner's mercy to the loser; even though there are more than 20 titled seedlings with domains who sacrificed their lives to delay for you, and that strange black tower gave me a fatal blow, while I was not in good condition while fighting with that beast, and this chain that can actually suppress my divine power, but no matter how many reasons there are, this is a legendary story of a Soul Venerable crossing five major realms to kill a Titled Douluo, which should be recorded in history books; so, although I, as a loser, know that I have no right to ask or demand anything from you, I still sincerely hope that you can leave your name..."

"Ye Qingcang."

"this is my name."

Young boy, oh no, now I should call him Ye Qingcang.

Ye Qingcang pressed the wound on the broken limb that was constantly being eroded by the scarlet soul power. Invisible waves emanated from the palm of his hand where he pressed the wound, but it only had a suppressive effect and there was no sign of a cure.

The steps are empty.

Golden halos appeared behind him.

His eyes swept over the wreckage of the androids.

Finally, he looked at the face of the King of Slaughter who was hung up by the Chains of Heaven, and said with regret for this senior with such a strong demeanor: "If it weren't for fate, if it weren't for my need, we wouldn't have to fight." The middle-aged man was stunned at first.

Then, he burst into laughter.

Large streams of blood spurted out from the hole in his chest.

But he didn't care.

He picked up his arrogant attitude back then, and after laughing enough, he panted slightly: "Ye Qingcang, I remember your name, but you are still too young now. You must remember that a man should be upright when he travels around the world. If you lose, you lose. There is no need for any excuses, let alone regrets. This battle was fought beautifully. I am very pleased to use my life to witness your rise. Take it. If I guess correctly, you are here for the Shura Sword. Remember, don't be bewitched by the Rakshasa divine thoughts hidden in the Shura Sword. This is how I was corrupted back then. It's a pity that I will never see her again. Perhaps breaking the appointment is a kind of fulfillment. If she is doing well, I will be at ease..."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and died.

Dozens of Heavenly Chains held his body down.

He obediently shrank back into the golden circle of light behind Ye Qingcang.

Ye Qingcang walked forward slowly.

Pry open the loose hands of the King of Slaughter.

He picked up the giant sword that was two meters tall and about the size of a door, and with a burst of soul power, his consciousness was instantly pulled into a mysterious space.

On a floating sea of ​​blood.

A solitary throne was built with the power to suppress the whole audience.

Sitting on the throne was a man whose face could not be seen clearly.

He was wrapped in a blood-red mist.

I can vaguely see something, but when I look closely I can't see clearly.

When the fingers that had been tapping the armrest stopped, Ye Qingcang had been pressed under the endless sea of ​​blood. He looked up and looked at him under the pressure, which made him very pleased, but he would not stop considering because of the satisfaction: "You killed a divine examiner and still want to obtain the inheritance of this god. You have the greatest courage among all the humans I have ever seen!"

"Inheritance is meant to be obtained by people."

"I am stronger than him, I am better than him."

"Since someone has to succeed, why can't it be me?"

Ye Qingcang was bearing more than 100,000 kilograms of pressure.

Every bone in my body is groaning.

After reaching the limit, he suddenly relaxed.

Then, he was kicked out.

And the Shura Sword exploded piece by piece the next moment he returned to reality, shedding its contaminated outer shell, leaving behind a ruby-like sword that was two meters long and shaped like a Miao Dao. The moment it fell into Ye Qingcang's palm, he felt a blood connection, and a golden-red vertical sword mark suddenly appeared on Ye Qingcang's forehead. A more refined force rushed into his body, interweaving with the thin soul power in Ye Qingcang's body, forming a mixed soul power that was not as good as the best but better than the worst.

at the same time.

In the divine realm.

In the Temple of Angels.

The young man, no longer enveloped by divine power, finally revealed his handsome face. His brows were full of sharpness, and he looked like a strong man.

The sound is thousands of miles away.

Fell from the Temple of Angels to the Temple of Rakshasa.

"I need an explanation!"

The sound slowly echoed in the Rakshasa Temple.

As if she had gathered all the evils in the world, the enchanting lady who made people want to bully her was lying on the bed, pouting secretly, looking at the little red bat kneeling at the door of the hall, and her faint voice made people's spines shiver: "Now, do you hear it?"

"Owner……"

"Yes……"

"I heard it..."

The little red three-headed bat knelt on the ground.

Tuck three heads under your wings.

"Do you mind if I borrow your flowers to offer to you?"

The enchanting noblewoman stretched herself and spoke feebly to the air. After waiting for a long time without any response, she immediately knew that the philandering man had left. She angrily covered her deliberately exposed beauty. The divine power like the sky falling was instantly poured into the little red bat, scaring the little red bat with three heads so much that it shouted "Master, spare my life" several times, but failed to calm the anger of the god. The enchanting noblewoman grabbed it from the air, rubbed it in her hand, and threw it out of the Rakshasa Temple, falling to the underworld: "Okay, from today on, your master is not me. Your new master is the stinky boy who has been recognized by that stinky man. Be a good dog by his side. Do you understand?"

The divine world suddenly returned to silence.

There is only a red ball falling towards the netherworld.

Still shouting loudly, "I understand, I understand."

(End of this chapter)