NOVEL NEXT Chapter 247 Tang 3’s own palace (page 12)
Soon, the blood-red light caused by the sacrifice gradually faded in the air as if it was gently blown away by the morning breeze.
At this moment, where the light dissipated, a petite and frail rabbit was lying there quietly.
The hair on its body is as white as snow, and its slightly trembling ears seem to be telling something, or maybe it's just a whisper in the wind.
This little rabbit is the only trace left after Xiao Wu's sacrifice.
And Zang, not far away, stood there quietly, with his back to Tang San, as if watching something.
Behind him, stood the sacred tree Wuhun, which exuded a light green light. The light was soft and mysterious, and seemed to contain endless vitality.
The sacred tree is surrounded by nine soul rings. They are like patron saints, quietly guarding the sacred tree.
Among these nine soul rings, starting from the sixth soul ring, they are all hundred thousand year soul rings shining with heavy red light.
At this moment, Zang seemed to be integrated with the martial spirit of this sacred tree. His breath and the breath of the sacred tree were intertwined, forming a wonderful harmony.
And the little rabbit seemed to feel Zang's aura and soul power.
It raised its head slightly and looked at Zang with its blood-red eyes, as if it was telling something.
Zang lowered his head slightly and stared at the little white rabbit that Xiao Wu had transformed into. The originally calm face was now filled with uncontrollable joy.
His smile was like the rising sun, gradually blooming and becoming brighter and dazzling, and like a wild and unbridled fire, hot and fierce.
There seemed to be a cheerful elf dancing in his heart. He felt so comfortable and proud that he had never felt before, making him almost want to laugh out loud.
If anyone could feel the unabashed soul power fluctuations on Zang's body at this moment, he would definitely be shocked beyond measure.
Because, at this time, Zang's soul power level has suddenly reached the legendary ninety-ninth level!
This is a level that is enough to make the entire soul master world tremble. It is a level that countless soul masters cannot reach in their entire lives.
Zang grabbed the ninety-eighth and ninety-nine levels of soul power from Bibi Dong, plus the soul power increase brought by A Yin and Xiao Wu's two sacrifices, as well as devouring the Agedigu Douluo and Zhong Zang. The soul power obtained by Demon Tang Hao.
It was these encounters and experiences that allowed Zang De to rush to the unprecedented ninety-ninth level in one breath when he first obtained the ninth soul ring.
He stood quietly, waiting for the surging soul power fluctuations in his body to gradually subside.
Finally, the strong energy fluctuations in his body gradually dissipated, and Zang breathed a sigh of relief and began to tidy up his clothes.
He put on a black outfit, the tight-fitting design outlined his strong figure, and the black fabric shone with a mysterious luster under the moonlight.
Zang's eyes were evil and deep, like two obsidian stones, as if there was endless wisdom and power contained in them.
"I'm done sleeping, and the sacrifice is over. This [Sunflower Book] is yours."
Zang walked to the unconscious Tang San and muttered to himself.
He took out an ancient book from the soul space and gently placed it in front of Tang San.
The cover of this ancient book shows a light golden color, and the pages are yellowed, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
"Don't live up to my expectations. You must practice this [Sunflower Manual] to the highest level of transforming a man into a woman.
Having robbed you of so many opportunities, only relying on this [Sunflower Book] can quickly enhance your potential and even become a god. "
His voice was low and powerful, full of expectation and trust for Tang San.
Zang gave Tang San a deep look, then turned and left.
He grabbed Xiao Wu after the sacrifice, gently held her in his arms, and used his divine power to leave the dense forest.
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After a long coma, Tang San finally woke up from the endless darkness.
He slowly opened his eyes and felt the severe pain all over his body, as if countless needles were pricking his skin, making him groan involuntarily.
Tang San tried to move his body, but found that his limbs were weak, as if bound by some powerful force.
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to finally push his arms up and look up ahead.
However, the scene in front of him shocked Tang San.
The mysterious man and Xiao Wu who were supposed to be happy there had disappeared at this moment.
Only the swing standing quietly aside was left, swaying gently in the wind, as if mocking his helplessness and loss.
"No! This is impossible! This can't be true! My Xiao Wu, you can't become someone else's toy!"
Tang San shouted loudly, his voice full of despair and unwillingness.
He forgot about the pain in his body, suddenly got up, and staggered to the swing.
Tang San touched the bright red spot on the swing seat with trembling hands.
That was Xiao Wu's blood, proof that she had just received a very wonderful treatment.
His heart was pounding and tears welled up in his eyes, but he resisted not letting them fall.
He looked up at the wicker chair above the swing, and saw that it was covered with water drops. It was the white sweat left by Xiao Wu, a symbol of her throbbing and unbearable.
These water drops and blood stains mix together to form a cruel and bright picture that is unbearable to look at.
Tang Sanmo murmured in a daze:
"My Xiao Wu, where are you? How could you just leave me like this?"
His voice was full of grief and confusion, as if he could not accept this cruel reality.
Tang San recalled everything that had happened before, the appearance of that mysterious man, the scene of Xiao Wu being forced, and his helpless anger and despair.
The next second, Tang San's heart was filled with hatred and anger, and he vowed to find that mysterious man and avenge Xiao Wu.
However, there was nothing he could do at this moment.
He could only stand helplessly in front of the swing, staring at the blood stains and water drops, feeling the pain and struggle in his heart.
He knew that he had to cheer up to find Xiao Wu and seek justice for her.
So, Tang San took a deep breath and tried to calm down his inner emotions.
He knew that he couldn't just sink like this, he had to be strong, for Xiao Wu's sake and for his own sake.
Suddenly, Tang San seemed to catch a flash of thoughts in his mind. He turned his head sharply, his eyes falling on the green grass behind him.
Under the soft moonlight, the [Sunflower Book] lay quietly on the grass leaves, and the golden writing on the cover shone with an alluring luster.
A bit of indescribable curiosity arose in Tang San's heart. He stepped forward and slowly walked towards the book.
When he reached out and gently picked up the book, he felt a strange touch on his fingertips, as if the book contained some mysterious power.
He couldn't wait to open the first page and saw the words "If you want to practice this skill, draw the sword from the palace" written clearly on the page.