The huge container floated out of thin air and floated to the side of the lounge chair.
Holding a cup in his hand, the dark red liquid turned into a thin stream and flowed into the cup, exuding a strong fishy smell.
When it was almost six or seven points full, the King of Slaughter stopped continuing.
Shaking the cup slightly, looking at the turbid liquid in the cup, his blood-colored pupils were filled with joy.
Suddenly, the King of Slaughter frowned, and in the depths of his consciousness, strange fluctuations came again.
With a sneer, and no longer in the mood to continue observing, the Slaughter King put the cup to his mouth, raised his head, and drank the liquid in the cup.
"You are really overestimating your capabilities and you are not restless at all."
Mobilizing his soul power and ruthlessly suppressing the fluctuation, the King of Slaughter let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair comfortably, and poured Bloody Mary into the cup in his hand again.
He is still very satisfied with this body. Although he cannot leave here, in this killing city, he is the king, the only king.
Killing, sin, greed, depravity...
Everything here suits him very well, except for the soul deep in his consciousness, but this can only be regarded as a small flaw.
No matter what that soul gave this body before, now, it all belongs to him.
Drinking the Bloody Mary that was offered to him, the Slaughter King's expression gradually became crazy.
It’s this feeling, this feeling of the smell of blood exploding in your mouth, this feeling of being drowned in a sea of blood, this feeling of controlling the life and death of others
It's addictive, but the King of Killing is obsessed with it.
Bloody lines vaguely appeared on his face, but the King of Slaughter had no time to take care of it, because at this moment he was trapped in the beautiful atmosphere he had created for himself.
When the excitement in the bloody eyes was getting higher and higher, suddenly, the expression of the King of Slaughter froze.
His whole body froze, the bloody streaks disappeared again, and his eyes were filled with deathly silence.
It's like a running machine suddenly stopped and then started again.
The King of Slaughter was shaking violently, with madness and anger constantly switching and intertwining on his face.
He waved his hand aimlessly and knocked over the huge container containing Bloody Mary, causing the liquid to flow all over the floor.
Weird and harsh sounds came intermittently from the mouth of the King of Slaughter, and he fell to the ground, covered in blood.
The huge noise startled the people guarding outside the room. They wanted to push the door in and check the situation in the room, but they were repelled by the word "Get out!" filled with violent and murderous intent.
They did not dare to touch the majesty of the King of Slaughter, so they quietly retreated and stayed away from this room.
After a period of distortion, finally, accompanied by a long and piercing cry, the King of Slaughter stopped his weird behavior.
He lay in the Bloody Mary, and the smell of blood kept pouring into his nose, irritating his nerves.
He panted violently, and the blood in his eyes faded, mixed with anger, humiliation and contempt.
He sat up from the pool of blood. Although he was not happy, he still had the patience to have someone come and put the bath water in for him.
The dark red liquid filled the bathtub. He frowned and asked someone to change the bath water to clear, normal bath water with a cold voice.
Leaning on the edge of the bathtub, looking at the woman in front of him who was full of temptation and ready to sacrifice herself, the anger that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time finally burst out.
He waved and pushed away the woman who was leaning on him. In the woman's frightened eyes, he clenched his fist, blood mist spread in the air, and a strange excitement emerged in his mind.
Kill! Kill them! Kill these people who have defiled themselves!
The color of blood spread to the eyes again, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of the mouth.
Snap——
A loud slap sounded. Sitting in the bathtub, he looked at the reflection in the water in disbelief.
He has red eyes and bloody hair, and a long sword made of magic lines between his eyebrows. His face is handsome.
That face was clearly his own, but at this moment, it looked so unfamiliar.
"Tang Chen, you are a bastard! You are a guy who cannot withstand temptation! You are a complete loser!"
He punched the water with both fists, smashing the reflection, the belief in his heart, and the once high-spirited self.
He is Tang Chen, the one who was once the strongest on the land, the former leader of the Haotian Sect who once led the Haotian Sect to become the best sect in the world, the former leader of the Haotian Sect who happily accepted the Asura Divine Examination and even passed the eight examinations.
who.
But now, he is just a body whose body has been defiled, destroyed, and parasitized by the bloody nine-headed bat king for many years. He can only hide in this prison full of sins, and was abandoned by the Shura God. A person trapped here can be seen at a glance.
He is nothing more than his future king of killing.
"Why are you being deceived? Why can't you be firmer? Why?"
Bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and Tang Chen slid into the bottom of the pool in frustration. The huge gap suddenly hit him, making Tang Chen unable to accept it for a while.
Now, the leader of this body is Tang Chen. The bloody nine-headed bat king is not dead, but this is already the result of Tang Chen's greatest efforts.
Originally, his consciousness would always be suppressed by the bloody nine-headed bat king, and he would never be able to stand up.
Tang Chen originally thought that he would continue in this state until his body was completely destroyed by the bloody nine-headed bat king, until they both died together.
But today, after a long absence, Tang Chen once again heard the voice of God Shura without any emotion. He said that he would give himself some power to regain control of this body.
Faced with the words of God Shura, Tang Chen was overjoyed and without any hesitation, he directly accepted the little power given to him by God Shura.
How could God Shura harm him? He was his successor. Tang Chen thought this way.
While fighting for control of the body with the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King, Tang Chen still secretly lamented that the power given to him by God Shura was neither too much nor too little, just enough to suppress the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King.
Of course, this is only possible if he tries his best to compete with the bloody nine-headed bat king.
This can be considered a test, Tang Chen thought silently while lying in the Bloody Mary.
But in the next second, God Shura's ruthless voice broke his imagination.
He lost the qualification to continue taking the test because in the eighth test, Tang Chen lost himself. He only regained control of his body with the help of the power of God Shura.
He passed the assessment, but it can be considered a failure.
That ninth test is destined to miss him.
A look of despair instantly filled his eyes, and Tang Chen stared blankly at the blood-colored ceiling. Failure in the divine test was equivalent to announcing the death of the person taking the divine test.
Tang Chen doesn't have the ability to fight against God now, he can't resist.
But God Shura did not take away his life immediately, but told Tang Chen that he had become the high priest of Shura God Test.
He will take care of this place of inheritance. He will wait for the arrival of the next divine test taker. When the next divine test taker successfully passes the eight tests and prepares for the ninth test, he will even sacrifice his life for that test taker.
, start the final ninth test for him.
You can already see your future at a glance.
Sinking in the water, Tang Chen painfully accepted this fact.
This chapter has been completed!