Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 87 Invasion of Tang San

"No trace of Tang Hao was found in Notting City."

Hearing Qingluan Douluo's words, Wang Shenmeng frowned, thinking that Tang Hao wasn't always by Tang San's side. He didn't know what he was doing quietly again. Could it be that he went to visit A ​​Yin?

Forget it, Wang Shenmeng was not here specifically to deal with Tang Hao this time.

And he guessed that if Qingluan Douluo was to attack Tang Hao, Qingluan Douluo might even back down.

After all, Tang Chen was just missing, but not dead yet. If he killed the other party's favorite grandson, if Tang Chen was exploded, the consequences would be very serious.

I remember when Tang Hao killed a titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace by himself, severely injuring two others, and even Pope Qian Xunji fell in his hands.

Of course, this was an external statement. Although the real situation was that he died in Bibi Dong's hands, if Tang Hao hadn't severely injured him, Bibi Dong would not have had the chance to take action.

So no matter what, Tang Hao is definitely the culprit who killed the Pope, not to mention the death of a Titled Douluo elder. But even with such deep hatred, Wuhun Palace only forced Haotian Sect to close the mountain gate, even to Tang Hao There is no chance of killing them all.

Of course, this is not because Wuhun Palace has shown its kindness to this enemy, nor is it because it is jealous of Tang Chen's reputation. If he is completely determined to fight to the death, Limit Douluo Tang Chen, who possesses the most powerful offensive weapon Wuhun in the world, will be too terrifying.

As long as he is not surrounded, no one in the world can kill Tang Chen. Such a terrifying existence is bent on causing destruction, and may even cause the Wuhun Palace to collapse. Apart from other things, how many people can kill the high-level officials who specialize in picking out singles? Can you withstand his blow?

As a person of the same era as Tang Chen, Qingluan Douluo knew very well how terrifying the other party was, and he might have some concerns if he were to attack Tang Chen's favorite grandson.

In fact, Qian Xunji only wanted to cause trouble for A Yin at that time, and never thought of killing Tang Hao. Otherwise, four or five titled Douluo would kill him as soon as they came up. Tang Hao, a mere Contra no matter how powerful he was, would have to kneel down in seconds. , Ah Yin had no time to offer sacrifice.

Wang Shenmeng's mind was spinning. Although it was a pity that Tang Hao was not here, it was nothing. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

He knew that Tang Hao had a deep hatred for Wuhun Palace. The two sides had long been at odds with each other and would definitely be a stumbling block for him to unify the continent. If given a chance, Wang Shenmeng would not give him a chance.

As for Tang Chen?

What Tang Hao and the Haotian Sect did in front of the Wuhun Palace, if Tang Chen really came out, he would not let the Wuhun Palace go. Since they were destined to be enemies, what else was there to worry about?

But now, Wang Shenmeng decided to explore Tang San's background first. He wanted to see what the protagonist in the original work had.

"I'm going to see an old friend. You guys wait for me here."

Wang Shenmeng stood in front of the window, with his eyes slightly closed. On his forehead, countless colorful silk threads were twisted and twisted, faintly outlining a mysterious and strange pattern. It looked like an ancient divine inscription. The divine inscription was unstoppable. It twists and changes, looking like a fluttering butterfly.

In an instant, mysterious and strange power radiated from his body, and the butterfly-shaped divine inscription on his forehead suddenly came to life, flew out of his body, disappeared in the void, and the next moment, landed in Notting Junior Soul Master Academy. In the dormitory of work-study students.

Although Wang Shen Mengren is still in the bedroom of the Wuhun Branch Hall, the Butterfly Divine Inscriptions make him feel as if his soul has left the body. He does not need the protection of dreams and can walk freely on the void land, and has strong strength.

Of course, the range cannot be too far, it needs to be somewhere that his mental power can reach.

However, with his current spiritual power of level 78 soul saint, the range of his spiritual envelope has reached a radius of five kilometers.

This is a number that is beyond the reach of many titled Douluo. Based on this, he already has the strength to compete with ordinary titled Douluo. In this world, coupled with various powerful soul skills and immortality, he can kill He doesn't have many people left.

Wang Shenmeng's consciousness left the body, and most of his mind and strength were put into the out-of-body butterfly. At this time, the whole person was in a weak state, and the aura on his body seemed to be only at the soul level.

Qingluan Douluo and Guangling Douluo looked at each other, both secretly wary of their surroundings.

<divclass="contentadv"> Not far away, the charming and affectionate Ninth Elder Spirit Kite Douluo focused his eyes and spread his spiritual power, faithfully performing his duty of protection.

Wang Shenmeng landed in the work-study dormitory in the body of a divine butterfly and saw Tang San at a glance.

More than five years have passed, and Tang San has changed a lot. Although he still looks ugly, he has been practicing and blacksmithing for many years. His body is very well-proportioned and healthy, his energy and energy are also very good, and his whole person has an uplifting temperament.

It was getting dark. Tang San seemed to have just returned from the blacksmith shop. He looked a little tired. He took off his coat and lay down directly on the bed.

"Tang San, you're covered in sweat and you didn't even wash it off. What if you accidentally soiled my quilt? Get up and go take a shower."

Next to Tang San, on the bed separated by a pile of messy things, a little girl with scorpion braids, pink clothes, and white slim trousers complained dissatisfiedly, dragging Tang San's arm and pushing him On to the ground.

This was the first time Wang Shenmeng saw Xiao Wu and he secretly observed her for a few times.

Although his appearance is not unparalleled, it is still very good, especially his figure, with the perfect golden ratio, which gives him a visual impact.

Although she is not old and still has a childish look on her face, her convex figure is already very attractive. Coupled with her curved eyebrows, delicate facial features, and a pair of big watery eyes with a slightly... The round pink face is not only beautiful, but also gives people a bit of delicate feeling, and the whole face exudes a sweetness and cuteness.

"I know, can't you just let me rest for a while?"

Although Tang San was dissatisfied, he still couldn't resist Xiao Wu and could only pick up a towel and take a bath.

At this moment, my head suddenly became dizzy, and endless fatigue came over me. Before I could finish a yawn, I fell asleep completely.

Pfft!

Tang San suddenly fell to the ground, and Xiao Wu's expression changed. She quickly jumped out of bed and shook him hard a few times. Not only did she not wake him up, but her snoring became even louder.

"You fell asleep now? Are you so tired? Damn it, I think you did it on purpose?"

After complaining for a while, Xiao Wu couldn't wake Tang San up, so she had to drag him to his bed.

Wang Shenmeng had directly entered Tang San's spiritual world at this time.

With his current dream ability, he could only create a dream in a single thought. Dreams appeared and died in an instant. He had entered the depths of Tang San's mind through the bridge between dreams and consciousness.

At the moment of entering, the huge hammer crashed down, and countless bluesilver grass spread crazily, guarding the master's heart together.

"Destroy!"

A word came out of his mouth, as if he was following the words. In the next moment, countless sharp blades shattered the void, and all the attacks disappeared. The small Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass were held in his left hand and right hand one by one.