If It Weren't for Tang San, I Would Have Become a God!

Oscar is lying on the bed.

His brows were furrowed, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and his lips were pursed until they turned white.

In the illusion, there is a dilapidated thatched house.

The light is dim.

A strong medicinal smell hit my face, making my nose sore.

There was an old man lying on the bed.

His hair is gray, his face is wrinkled, his skin is hanging loosely on his bones, his breath is weak, and he is about to run out of energy.

Oscar walked forward uncontrollably, his eyes fell on that face, his heart suddenly shrank, and the blood in his body seemed to have gone cold.

"That's..."

That face looks exactly like his!

Just a few decades older.

"Is this me? I... how did I become like this?"

Oscar I can't believe it.

The old man's eyes didn't have any of the usual escape and sunshine, only despair and hatred that were too thick to be resolved.

When future Oscar saw him, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his cloudy eyes.

He sat up with his broken body and roared at him at the top of his lungs.

"It's all because of Tang San! It's all because of him!"

Oscar froze in place, his mind went blank.

Tang San?

"If it weren't for him, my foundation would not be damaged and I would not absorb the garbage Third Spirit Ring. I would have inherited Food God Divine Position and ascended to the Divine Realm together with Ning Rongrong!"

"It was he who harmed me! It was he who ruined my life!"

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Future Oscar roared and coughed violently.

Black and red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which was shocking to see.

Food God Divine Position?

Ascension Divine Realm?

With Ning Rongrong?

These keywords exploded in Oscar's mind, making him spin.

His biggest dream in this life is to pursue Ning Rongrong, to be worthy of Ning Rongrong, to be recognized by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and to stay with Ning Rongrong forever.

No need to be told that the toad wants to eat Swan meat.

It turns out that he had the opportunity to stand in the clouds, live forever with Ning Rongrong, and become the couple of gods that everyone envied?

An icy chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, even my fingertips felt chilly.

He remembered that when he absorbed Third Spirit Ring, the destruction of Tang San caused him to fail to absorb Spirit Ring and his foundation was damaged.

"Oscar, kill him!!!"

Future Oscar roared again, the hatred in his eyes almost solidified.

"My whole life will be ruined in his hands!"

"I could have stood above thousands of people with Ning Rongrong, but now, I, Soul Power, have lost everything and am completely ruined."

These words, like a wildfire, ignited all the negative emotions in Oscar's heart.

Oscar's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

A cold murderous intent gradually appeared in his eyes.

He always has a smiling face on weekdays, but now he is as cold as a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the culprit who ruined his life was Tang San.

"Kill him... kill him... I'm going to kill him!"

Oscar murmured to himself.

Next, it's our fat man's turn.

Ma Hongjun has been competing with his own Evil Fire all his life.

What he fears most is that he will eventually be unable to control this Evil Fire, and end up playing with fire and burning himself.

Then let him have a taste of this unforgettable taste.

In Ma Hongjun's room, he tossed and turned on the bed, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

The inner garment clings tightly to the body, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

In the illusion, there is an endless sea of fire.

The red flames surged like a giant beast with teeth and claws, surrounding him.

The air was burned and distorted.

Behind him, a huge Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul unfolded.

The flames are lingering and the wings are plump.

Every feather is glowing with dazzling golden light, and the body's cultivation is more than twice as strong as it is now.

You can truly feel that your Soul Power is rising rapidly.

The power in the meridians is rushing endlessly, and it is about to break through the realm of Titled Douluo.

There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

He is finally going to succeed and finally get rid of the title of "Lecherous Grass Chicken Phoenix".

Finally, like Lin Qingmo and the others, we can become the respected top Soul Master.

Finally, Master Flender can be proud of him.

But at this moment, Evil Fire in Martial Soul suddenly ran wildly inside his body like a wild horse running wild.

That Evil Fire is getting stronger and stronger, and is getting more and more out of control.

Along his meridians, it burned all over his limbs and bones.

He could truly feel that his skin was being burned, his muscles were being melted, and his bones were being roasted to a crisp.

"Ahhhhh!"

Ma Hongjun roared in pain.

The pain was so real and terrifying.

Every inch of flesh and blood was being burned by the fire, and the pain was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

"No! Don't!"

Ma Hongjun roared at the top of his lungs.

He tried his best to run Soul Power, trying to suppress the crazy backlash of Evil Fire in his body.

But Soul Power, who is usually obedient, is like adding fuel to the fire, making Evil Fire burn even more fiercely.

Evil Fire almost burned his insides to ashes.

He remembered what Master Flender said to him.

Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul is the top-of-the-line Beast Martial Soul.

But the Evil Fire inside was also a knife hanging above his head.

If you are not careful, you will be in danger.

I have always thought that as long as I work hard to practice and vent, I can control this Evil Fire.

He can get rid of the voices that laugh at him and stand upright in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he died in the hands of Evil Fire.

The scene in the fantasy world changed.

He saw standing outside the sea of fire, Flender, and those Soul Master who usually laughed at him.

Flender shook his head, his face full of disappointment and pain, and his voice came through the sea of fire.

"Hongjun, I have told you a long time ago that Evil Fire is difficult to control, but you just refused to listen. Now that you have ended up like this, it is really impossible to hold up the wall."

The people next to him burst into laughter, and the sarcastic sounds pierced his ears like needles.

"Look, that Evil Fire fat man burned himself to death!"

"Let me just say, Martial Soul like him will sooner or later play with fire and burn himself!"

"You really deserve it. A loser who can only rely on Evil Fire to cause trouble wants to be Titled Douluo? It's really ridiculous!"

"The stronger he is, the stronger his Evil Fire will be. In the end, there will only be a dead end."

The flames were getting closer and closer, already burning right in front of his eyes.

He could smell the pungent smell of his own flesh being burned.

He wanted to run away, but found that his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.

He could only watch helplessly as the flames engulfed him bit by bit.

From the limbs to the torso, even the head was covered in a sea of fire.

The last moment when consciousness dissipates,

What flashed through his mind were the ridicules that had accompanied him throughout his life.

It's the disappointed look in Master Flender's eyes.

It's because I still haven't been able to control this Evil Fire in my life, and it has become a joke after all.

Boundless fear and despair overwhelmed him like a tide.

Even the last bit of struggling strength was burned away.