Douluo: My martial spirit is Xuanyuan Xia Yujian

Vaguely, Tang San felt something was wrong.

The sun was shining brightly on my body, but the warm feeling had disappeared. Instead, there was a hint of coldness that seemed to come from all directions.

The light in Tang San's eyes suddenly became alert, and the Zhuge Divine Crossbow fell into his grasp immediately. He didn't care about the passers-by around him, and he directly summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit.

From that cold aura, a faint murderous intent filled the air. That was murderous enough to threaten life.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and the previous sounds on the street quietly disappeared at the same time.

The scenery in front of me seemed to be covered with a veil, and everything became unclear at this moment.

A faint figure ten meters away in front of Tang San gradually became clear.

Tang San sat motionless, quietly concentrating his soul power. Due to the constant rotation of the bluesilver grass around his body, it was difficult to see clearly the expression on his face while sitting in it from the outside.

The surrounding scenery changed, it was no longer the grove before, it was a cliff. A cliff that Tang San was extremely familiar with.

Lowering his head, Tang San clearly saw that the clothes on his body had changed, and the big Tang characters had already told him a lot. Dream, is everything in Douluo Continent just a dream? After all, am I still the disciple of the Tang Sect who violated the sect's rules?

Tang San stared ahead blankly. The whole person became a little confused, and the more than ten figures that gradually became clear blocked all his escape routes. Familiar and angry faces gradually appeared in front of him.

Shi Nian said calmly: "If I can't kill you, I will continue to kill you, and I will kill Zhang Wei next."

The smile on Shi Nian's face suddenly became a little weird. If he had to describe it, perhaps the word "pervert" would suit his current appearance.

Tang San said: "If you kill me, you won't be able to gain a foothold in the spirit master world."

There was a hint of coldness at the corner of Shi Nian's mouth, "I have been looking for opportunities these days. Unfortunately, you have been with other students of Shrek Academy, making it impossible for me to take action. But you still gave me this opportunity today. It’s such a pity that you are not a disciple of my Canghui Academy, but you have a deep grudge against my Canghui Academy.”

This place left such a deep memory for him. A few meters ahead was the misty abyss, while behind, more than a dozen white figures were becoming clearer.

Shi Nian looked at the Zhuge Divine Crossbow in Tang San's hand with some surprise, "What is that? A very powerful weapon. Is it a soul guide?"

Shi Nian snorted coldly, "As long as you disappear from this world, then our Canghui College will have the possibility to advance to the next round."

Ghosts are so sad, how could I be so sad? Tang San's originally calm eyes suddenly widened.

Shi Nian smiled, with a cold light flashing in the eyes of a pair of sinister vultures, "Since I decided to take action, I have already made all preparations. I know that the Pope of Wuhun Palace is protecting you, otherwise you would have been killed by Xuanyuan Qingli. Don't worry. Well, I will leave clues to Wuhun Palace to prove that Xuanyuan Qingli killed you. What does it have to do with me? When the Royal Dou Team is suspended for this, our Canghui Academy's opportunity will come."

The crossbow arrow seemed to disappear out of thin air, without even making a sound.

"Tang San, you actually stole our Xuantian Treasure Record. Your crime is heinous."

Shi Nian's voice gradually became softer, and everything around him was hazy again, as if he had gone far away or disappeared.

Shi Nian laughed loudly, "Do you think you can resist my martial soul in this way? Young man, you are too naive. If my Canmeng is so easy to resist, then I am not worthy of the title of Soul Saint. Wait. Just watch. You will die in agony, and you will inflict it on yourself."

Shi Nian smiled, and this time his smile seemed very relaxed, "Among your peers, you are undoubtedly very strong. Unfortunately, the gap between you and me cannot be equalized by genius. The weapon in your hand Yes, but unfortunately, everything you see now and the position of your body are all in the residual dream I brought you. Even the real scene I just let you see is still an illusion in my residual dream. In the dream, I am the master of everything. Not to mention that you are only level 40, even a soul master of the same level as me cannot break free from my residual dream."

Tang San's expression turned ugly, and he retracted the Zhuge Divine Crossbow into his Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlit Night.

Tang San didn't speak any more, but sat down cross-legged on the spot, and the bluesilver grass took shape naturally, forming a layer of slowly circling defense around his body.

The hazy scene around him suddenly became clear, and Tang San was surprised to find that he was actually standing in a small forest in the wilderness.

See this person. Tang San's heart couldn't help but sink. He stared at Shi Nian quietly and said, "It turns out that I am a teacher from Canghui Academy. I wonder if you are stopping me here to give me any advice?"

Tang San sneered, "Do you think that if you kill me, your Canghui Academy can defeat our Shrek Academy?"

That was an old man in white, the leading teacher of Canghui College, a seventy-second level soul saint, that year.

The Zhuge Godly Crossbow in Tang San's hand suddenly clanged loudly, and the sixteen sharp iron crossbow arrows penetrated into Shi Nian's chest in the blink of an eye, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

"Tang San, do you know what the greatest joy in my life is?"

Everything around him began to change, and Tang San was suddenly surprised to find that the Blue Silver Grass that was originally under his control seemed to have disappeared. Although they still exist in the sense of feeling, there is no trace of them in sight.

Tang San said unwillingly: "You must kill me? I can deliberately lose to Canghui Academy in the competition."

"You want to kill me?" Tang San's pupils shrank slightly.

Cold sweat broke out on Tang San's forehead, but he didn't answer Shi Nian's words.

"What is it?"

"The greatest pleasure in my life is to watch my opponent go crazy in my residual dream until death. Soon I will see a young man who is known as a genius become like this, and I can already feel my excitement."

"As expected of Shrek Academy's most outstanding disciple, he is indeed very vigilant. Unfortunately, you discovered it too late."

Shi Nian's face suddenly became ferocious, "Since I let you see you, how could I let you go? No need to try to struggle, everything has no meaning to you. Today next year is yours Memorial day. If people really have souls, then use your soul to watch how Canghui Academy gets through the qualifying rounds and enters the next round."

"Tang San, I hope the Tang Sect will raise you up and receive your skills, yet you actually do something that is outrageous to both humans and gods..."

The voices continued to amplify in Tang San's mind, and the faces continued to spread. Soon, more than ten Tang Sect elders came to him, surrounding him.

"Elders, listen to me." Tang San couldn't help shouting.