area51novel Chapter 783 Rakshasa Divine Power, Evil Intent, Unexpected Changes
Chapter 783 Rakshasa Divine Power, Evil Intent, Unexpected Changes
Chapter 783 Rakshasa Divine Power, Evil Intent, Unexpected Changes
Spirit world.
Enveloped in mist and clouds, the landscape is magnificent and beautiful, like a fairyland.
A colossal, blood-red palace, hundreds of feet high, stands majestically. This is the Asura Temple, the residence of the Asura God, one of the five great god-kings of the divine realm, the law-enforcing god who governs the order of the divine realm.
Inside the temple, the towering Asura God, clad in blood-red armor, sat with his hands on a blood-red greatsword, eyes closed, on the Blood Sword Throne. A terrifying, blood-red aura of slaughter emanated from him, as if he were cultivating.
Just then, the Asura God suddenly opened his eyes, and blood-red light burst forth from them. His killing intent surged wildly like a tornado.
A certain Asura mark in Douluo Continent has been activated once again, less than a day after the last one.
This amount of time is not even a blink of an eye for an Asura God who possesses eternal life.
But for the Douluo Continent, it is another dimension, almost a whole year.
One day in the realm of gods is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm.
The Asura God had only been cultivating in the God Realm for a little over half a day, but nine to ten months had already passed in the Douluo Continent in the lower realm.
The last time the Asura God sensed the Asura Mark being activated was when Tang Hao broke into the Sunset Forest with the intention of plotting the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, but was stopped by Golden Crocodile Douluo.
If it weren't for the intervention of the Asura God, Tang Hao would likely have perished.
The Asura God remained expressionless and indifferent, his gaze carrying an extremely faint hint of confusion as he looked towards the Douluo Continent, landing on the target who had triggered the Asura Mark.
"here it is"
A hint of surprise flickered across the Asura God's face:
"The Spirit Hall, the power established by the Angel God in the lower realm?"
"How did that chess piece bearing the mark of Asura end up here?"
"Huh? Wait, the other Asura marks are here too, they've all gathered together?"
The scenes unfolding in front of the Papal Palace in Wuhun City, Douluo Continent, were all witnessed by the God of Asura.
Soon, He looked enlightened, realizing the entire sequence of events:
"I see."
"A duel between two Asura Marks? Heh, interesting!"
"However, it's too early for a duel, and the opponents aren't right either."
After watching for a moment, the Asura God, who was sitting on his throne, suddenly chuckled and his eyes flashed red, as if he had already made up his mind.
With a cryptic smile, the Asura God reached out and made a sweeping motion, condensing a wisp of crimson mist at his fingertips. He then raised his hand and gently touched it.
This wisp of crimson mist broke free from His control and drifted directly from the God Realm down into the Douluo World.
at the same time.
The crimson sword pattern between the Asura God's brows was also shimmering, as if he was using his powerful divine sense to forcibly control and modify something. It was unclear what he was doing or who he was targeting.
Having done all this, the Asura God's gaze shifted slightly, turning to the ancestral hall atop the mountain in the center of Martial Soul City. Seemingly satisfied, he slowly nodded.
"That Sea God does have some sense. It wasn't for nothing that I, the God-King, went to all that trouble to help Him. This pawn has played a role."
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Just as the God of Asura was secretly plotting against something or someone.
In a secluded space somewhere around the Temple of Asura, a thin deity, hiding there furtively and secretly plotting some unknown conspiracy, suddenly raised his head.
His gaze shot like lightning toward the distant Asura Temple shrouded in blood mist.
This deity, with a slender body, has a pair of beautiful, deep purple eyes that appear innocent yet exude a strong sense of evil.
Of course, this evil is not evil in a derogatory sense, but rather a kind of evil power, or evil law.
As a first-level deity in the divine realm, Rakshasa God is naturally not some irredeemably evil god; it's just that the path he takes and the laws of cultivation he follows tend towards chaos and evil.
Strictly speaking, the evil laws he cultivated followed the same path as those of the Evil God King, one of the five great law enforcement gods of the divine realm.
Although there are some differences, they ultimately lead to the same goal.
However, Rakshasa God did not possess the immense power of the Evil God King, making it difficult for him to fully control the chaos and evil within his cultivation laws, resulting in some minor flaws in his personality.
Therefore, they are quite mischievous and like to cause trouble.
Of course, these are not important.
Most importantly, Rakshasa God and Asura God are at odds, and Rakshasa God dislikes Asura God very much, often secretly trying to trip him up.
It seemed to have sensed something.
This street urchin, infamous in the divine realm and a mischievous troublemaker avoided by all the gods, suddenly revealed an uncontrollable look of disgust on his exquisitely beautiful, porcelain-like face:
"Damn it, this hypocrite! He not only secretly interferes with the mortal realm, but he even dares to attack my Rakshasa successor?"
"Well, even though it was stolen and isn't my rightful successor, I can ignore that."
"But, by so blatantly tampering with the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa I left behind, aren't you showing me far too little respect?!"
Upon thinking this, the Rakshasa god immediately became angry, his little mouth and cheeks puffing out fiercely:
"Damn Asura God! If I weren't weaker than you, I would have smashed you to pieces!"
After flailing his small hands into fists and wildly striking the air for a while, the Rakshasa God suddenly calmed down:
"No, we absolutely cannot let that hypocrite succeed."
"Even though I can't beat him, I can still annoy him. It's not like there's no one who can deal with him."
Thinking of this, Rakshasa God's beautiful deep purple eyes suddenly lit up. Then, she flipped her small hand, and a wisp of evil divine power condensed between her slender fingers, which she then attached to a strand of her own divine consciousness.
Then, with a casual wave of his hand, this wisp of malevolent divine power, carrying his own divine consciousness, instantly tore through the void and headed towards the Temple of Destruction, the abode of the God of Destruction.
Just like last time, they filed a report with the God King of Destruction of the Divine Realm Committee.
Having done all this, Rakshasa God put her hands on her hips, gazed in the direction of the Asura Temple, and grinned with an evil and smug smile:
"You damned Asura, just you wait. Once I reach the God-King realm, I'll deal with you properly."
"Now, let the God of Destruction have some fun with you."
"I'm sure you'll love the surprise I brought you. Hehehe."
The soft, bell-like laughter was filled with a wicked charm and a sense of pleasure.
After submitting the report, Rakshasa God quickly emerged from the hidden space and stealthily made his way towards the Asura Temple, intending to watch the spectacle.
However, on the way to the Temple of Asura, Rakshasa seemed to feel some kind of guilt, as he moved stealthily while muttering and sighing to himself:
"Speaking of which, what was the name of that person I once intercepted and bestowed upon the Rakshasa's legacy?"
"Sigh, whatever. Since you've been targeted by that hypocrite, the Asura God, your fate probably won't be any better. I won't bother remembering your name."
"Forgive me, forgive me, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't beat that hypocrite."
"Sigh, there's nothing I can do. With that Asura God watching me, I can only protect myself. It's not that I want to abandon you."
"You'll understand me, won't you?"
"What a pity, otherwise I really wanted you to inherit my Rakshasa godhood."
"Now, all I can do is make that guy sick and vent your anger for you."
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Douluo Continent.
After Tang Hao unleashed his Clear Sky True Body and enhanced it with a red 100,000-year soul ring, the originally dark gold Clear Sky Hammer turned completely blood red, and the aura it emitted and the power it unleashed were absolutely terrifying.
"Tang Hao, how dare you!"
Pope Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with anger, and her cold voice, amplified by her soul power, rang out like a fierce howl across the square, even echoing throughout the entire Martial Soul City.
Although Bibi Dong didn't care much about the Papal Palace in front of her, it was, after all, one of the most symbolic buildings of the Spirit Hall, representing the power of the Spirit Hall's supreme ruler and the face of the Spirit Hall's Pope.
If this is ruined, it would be tantamount to slapping her in the face.
"Stop him!"
Seeing Tang Hao attack the Papal Palace, all the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall were enraged.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei leaped into the air almost simultaneously, heading towards the giant hammer in mid-air.
At the same time, four other Title Douluos who shot out from the Elder Hall also turned around, making a total of six Title Douluos who simultaneously faced the giant hammer in the air.
After issuing the order, Bibi Dong intended to leap up and join the six Title Douluos in blocking Tang Hao.
But for some reason, as soon as she moved, the Rakshasa divine power that she inherited from the Rakshasa lineage suddenly began to surge violently within her.
The evil thoughts of the Rakshasa, which had been completely quelled with the help of Ye Qifeng, were now resurrected and launched the most violent backlash against her, their master.
In an instant, Bibi Dong was completely consumed by evil thoughts, and terrifying evil thoughts and malevolent aura burst forth from her body.
The slight anger on Bibi Dong's face vanished abruptly, and her exquisite face was quickly shrouded in a purplish-black mist.
Coldness, bloodlust, evil, and other negative emotions swept over me, and a headache that I hadn't had for years started to flare up again.
Instantly, Bibi Dong felt a splitting headache and unbearable pain, as if she were in the abyss of hell. Her soul power was completely disordered, and she was about to collapse.
"Rakshasa divine power? And Rakshasa evil intent? How could it happen at this time?"
Bibi Dong was completely puzzled as to why the Rakshasa divine power within her body, which had always been stable, had suddenly gone out of control, and why the Rakshasa evil thoughts, which had been suppressed and expelled by her disciple Ye Qifeng, had come back to life.
She hasn't entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm to cultivate for a long time.
How could this happen so suddenly, without any warning?
With immense willpower, Bibi Dong barely managed to support her body, but the Rakshasa divine power and Rakshasa evil thoughts erupted and eroded her too quickly and too suddenly.
Such a sudden change caught Bibi Dong completely off guard, and she almost immediately suffered the most severe backlash.
"puff--"
With a soft "plop," purplish-black blood spurted from her mouth. Bibi Dong finally couldn't hold on any longer, her delicate body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, half-kneeling.
In just a short while, Bibi Dong's body was in complete disarray. She couldn't even stand up, let alone mobilize her soul power.
At this moment, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was still falling towards the Papal Palace, and the place it hit was the huge six-winged angel statue in front of the Papal Palace.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, Spirit Kite Douluo Ni Huang, and three other Elders of the Elder Hall, a total of six Title Douluos, were all doing their best to meet Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.
boom--
With a deafening roar, all the Soul Masters below level 70 were thrown into a complete blank, collapsing to the ground amidst the indescribable, violent explosion.
The deafening roar, like divine punishment, caused the entire Spirit City to tremble violently.
The three weaker elders of the Elder Hall were simultaneously knocked down, while Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and Spirit Iris Douluo Ni Huang, whose realms were above Super Douluo, blocked Tang Hao's attack with their powerful cultivation.
And the giant hammer in the air disappeared.
The Clear Sky Hammer, enhanced with the power of its weapon spirit and a red 100,000-year soul ring, was indeed formidable, but breaking through the defenses of six Title Douluos was not so easy.
Moreover, there are three Super Douluo here, each with a strength of over level 96, and each of them has a cultivation level above Tang Hao's.
Thanks to the concerted efforts of six Title Douluos, the Papal Palace was saved.
However, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and Spirit Iris Douluo Ni Huang were thus repelled by Tang Hao.
Unable to achieve his goal, Tang Hao was naturally unwilling to give up. He was about to unleash his strongest move, the Exploding Ring Technique from the Great Sumeru Hammer of the Clear Sky:
"Great Sumeru Hammer, explode. Huh? What's this?"
Tang Hao raised the Clear Sky Hammer again, preparing to communicate with and detonate the nine spirit rings on his body, but at this moment, a wisp of invisible red mist suddenly descended from the sky and instantly entered his body.
As the red mist was injected, Tang Hao suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent explode within his body, spreading instantly through his meridians to his limbs and bones, permeating his entire body.
His eyes, which had turned completely red from releasing his killing intent and condensing into the God of Slaughter Domain, became even more blood-red and deeper almost instantly.
Tang Hao's eyes suddenly flashed, his heart filled with boundless joy:
"It's that magical power again."
"It appears whenever I'm in dire straits, helping me escape, and now it's helping me again."
Although he didn't know the source of this power, that didn't stop him from using it to achieve his own goals.
"Hahaha—this is truly a stroke of luck!"
Amidst his loud laughter, Tang Hao's mind raced. He immediately abandoned the idea of detonating the spirit ring and instead controlled and channeled all of this magical power into the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.
As magical power was injected, blood-red patterns emerged from the massive Haotian Hammer, gradually covering the hammer body with a blood-red hue.
Moreover, it was even blood redder and deeper than before, even turning a deep, dark red.
Soon, the crimson and black merged into one, until only one color remained: a deep, dark reddish-black.
At the same time, the Haotian Hammer in his hand swelled up again in the wind, instantly becoming three times its original length, reaching a size of a hundred zhang.