"Bitterness, loss, and betrayal are three unique human mood swings. It seems... deep in his heart, there is still a place that I have not completely controlled."
The King of Slaughter, who wanted to understand what was going on, was surrounded by a bright red light, and a strong evil aura suddenly erupted, beginning to pollute the last area of the body.
One minute later.
"Um?"
Blood flowed from the corner of the Slaughter King's mouth, and at the same time he frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice: "What a terrible obsession, there is no way to pollute and corrode it in a short period of time."
During the conversation.
He waved away the charming maid who wanted to step forward to help him because he was injured inexplicably.
When no one was around, the King of Slaughter whispered: "Tang Chen! Tang Chen, I never thought that a mere human woman would make you miss me so much. I never thought that you are a ridiculously infatuated person."
"But this also makes sense. Why did you have such a big mental loophole during the Nine Asura Exams? This caused you, a man who was about to succeed in the Divine Examination, to be controlled by me."
"Asura is not a ruthless way, but a kind of universal love. Kill to stop killing, and use evil to stop evil. The way of Shura is to control the darkness and killing in this world."
"You want to become a god for her, not for the common people in the world. If the Killing City doesn't help you, and the Shura Divine Mind has turned its back on you, how can you compete with me?"
"That's all, in a few decades, when I have completely fused with your body and become you completely, I will definitely help you take good care of that human woman."
"Uh hahahahaha..."
A wicked smile appeared on the corner of the King of Slaughter's mouth, and he covered his face with his hands and couldn't help laughing.
The sudden strange emotion of this body made him understand that his current control over this body was indeed not 100% perfect.
But even so, it is still 99% under control. There is basically no big surprise. The original consciousness of this body cannot escape from its control.
Unless someone can destroy the Killing City...destroy this place that contains countless sins and bloodshed in Douluo Continent, otherwise this man whose body and mind have been completely controlled will never have a chance to wake up.
the other side.
The city of killing, the killing arena.
In the arena, a ragged middle-aged man, holding a mighty and domineering Clear Sky Hammer, was fighting with a thin man opposite who was holding a strange hook lock.
Unfortunately, the battle was one-sided. The thin man holding a strange hook and lock was obviously no match for the middle-aged man. The Clear Sky Hammer almost smashed him into a meat pie several times.
"Kill, that's it, kill him."
"Tang Hao, I bought you to win, don't lose!"
"Oh, isn't this the God of Killing who walked out of the Killing City many years ago? Why has he fallen like this now..."
"I heard that someone forcibly dug out the soul bone that was closely connected to his own soul power. Now his strength has dropped greatly. He is no longer the majestic Haotian Douluo he once was."
"Without his former strength, what if he was once the God of Killing? As long as he stays in the City of Killing, he must fight and fight to avoid being executed by the King of Killing."
"In the City of Slaughter, no one can resist the King of Slaughter, not even Tang Hao. Not to mention that his strength has declined greatly and he is no longer the Haotian Douluo he once was."
.......
Numerous discussions arose in the arena, and everyone was enjoying this killing feast.
This is a gladiatorial arena full of sin and blood. In this arena, people are dying all the time, and people are cheering all the time.
No one cares about the dead people. On the arena of the Killing Arena, scarlet blood flows on the ground, flowing along the ravines to an unknown place.
Under the Killing Arena, there are neat rows of seats.
There are hundreds of evil soul masters who can barely survive by relying on the Killing City. Their faces are red, and they keep cheering for a certain side, hoping to get generous rewards.
Where there are people, there is killing, and where there is killing, there is gambling.
Yes, there is no need for money in the Killing City, but there are things similar to money.
And this kind of thing is completely blood red, and it has a nice name, Bloody Mary.
It is composed of human blood mixed with an unknown highly toxic alcohol. It is spicy and irritating in the mouth, but it can calm the uncontrollable murderous aura in the heart.
Bloody Mary is indeed poisonous and even addictive.
But living in a strange place like the Killing City, where there is no sunlight all day long, without Bloody Mary to reconcile the yin and yang in the body, most evil soul masters would have died long ago.
They are just mortals. Soul masters who have not surpassed the ninetieth level of soul power are not even considered extraordinary beings. How can they survive in a place full of negative forces for a long time.
Perhaps in other places, Bloody Mary is indeed a well-deserved poison, a chronic and addictive poison, but in the killing city, it is an indispensable life-saving medicine.
.....
In a corner of the Killing Arena, there were four men in dark robes, each holding a glass of scarlet wine in their hands, taking a sip from time to time.
Three of the men looked weathered, and were about the same age as Tang Hao. The last man was younger, no more than twenty years old.
At this time, the battle in the arena was coming to an end. They watched as Tang Hao was bitten off a piece of flesh on his arm by a thin man who gave him a desperate blow before he died.
These men who were drinking together couldn't help but gloat about their misfortune.
"OK!"
"Comfortable."
"Nice job."
"Tang Hao... you too will have such a day!"
"Good bite! I will bite off a piece of his flesh even if I die."
"His soul power has dropped so ridiculously, he has indeed received retribution."
But as he talks.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! These people seemed to have a grudge against Tang Hao and began to curse at Tang Hao's figure.
"Tang Hao is a thief. Others don't know what he is. Don't we, who have been judged as evil soul masters by Wuhun Palace and the two empires, not know?"
"That's right, this kid did less evil things than us when he was young. If he hadn't been protected by the sect, his reputation would have been ruined long ago."
"Haha, in the past, relying on the prestige of the Haotian Sect, he acted wantonly on the mainland and went his own way, killing civilians, seizing wives, and deliberately humiliating other sect disciples. I believe he must not have thought that he would also be in such a downturn, right?"
"It's so damn unfair. Each of these disciples of the Third Sect is more disgusting than the last! We soul masters who were born as civilians seem to be destined to be bullied by them."
"By the way, there's that Yu Xiaogang, who do you think you are? Apart from a pig that can only fart, what else do you have? How dare you teach your grandfather and me a lesson?"
"Return the Golden Iron Triangle, go to...fuck the Golden Iron Triangle. If the female tyrannosaurus and the owl hadn't protected him back then, I would have killed this loser who was pretending to be in front of me.
died."
"But you have to say that this kind of person is very lucky. He seemed to have a close relationship with Saint Bibi Dong of Wuhun Palace before."
The topic drifted further and further away.
But soon, they shifted the topic of discussion back to Tang Hao.
"Why are you so angry? You are so angry that you will die in the arena next time."
"Those like them have a backing. Someone is responsible for killing civilians. There are also sects for other things. There are two empires that will protect them. However, we can only be forced into the killing city in order to have a chance of survival."
"By the way, why did Tang Hao come to the City of Killing? Didn't he go through the road to hell and become the God of Killing? Now he should have left the City of Killing long ago."
"Even if you kill a lot of civilians...couldn't they be settled in the upper three sects? Why did they come to the killing city for no reason?"
"You don't know? Tang Hao is no longer a member of the Haotian Sect. Now he has no protection from the sect at all."
"No way!"
"When did this happen?"
"Yes, I remember when I first came in, wasn't he hailed as the number one genius in the mainland, the number one master craftsman in the world, and the designated heir to the next head of the Haotian Sect?"
.....
Looking at the group of "old men" in front of him who had stayed in the Killing City for more than ten years, they looked curious. The young man who was new to the Killing City did not pretend to be mysterious in front of his seniors.
After all, a person who can stay in the killing city for more than ten years, regardless of his age, must be very strong in terms of strength.
Isn’t it easy to bully a newcomer like yourself?
Think of this.
The man who had just entered the Killing City said directly: "Seniors, this happened more than ten years ago. There are many people who know about this matter, but there are only a few who know the real inside story."
"At that time, Tang Hao got involved with a hundred thousand-year-old soul beast, and I don't know how it happened. It was when the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast got pregnant and gave birth to an heir."
"The former Pope of Wuhun Palace didn't know where he got the news. He found the two people wandering around outside and asked Tang Hao to hand over the hundred thousand year soul beast."
"Of course Tang Hao refused, and they started fighting in the end. Seeing that they couldn't fight, the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast chose to sacrifice for this man and his newly born child."
"With the sacrifice of the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast, Tang Hao naturally showed great power. He fought three veteran titled Douluo alone and shocked the continent. However, he accidentally struck too hard. The former Pope of Wuhun Palace did not return.
How long will it take to die?"
"So my father came out to ask for an explanation. Unexpectedly, the Haotian Sect was actually a group of unworthy men. Without even thinking about it, he expelled Tang Hao from the Haotian Sect and deprived him of the rights of a direct bloodline disciple of the Haotian Sect.
identity."
Talking and talking.
This young man who had just entered the killing city suddenly felt that something was wrong. He asked doubtfully: "Has no one spread this matter for more than ten years? These things have already spread throughout the mainland. Logically speaking, you should
Everyone knows it."
The words just fell.
These "old people" looked at the "young people" who had just entered the killing city.
They looked at each other with smiles in their eyes,
One of them drank the Bloody Mary in the glass in one gulp and said with a smile: "Boy, where do you think the place of killing is? Is it a place for you to enjoy life."
"This is hell, a hell of wanton killing. Everyone is fighting for survival. Who is in the mood to tell you what is happening in the outside world!"
After saying this, his face suddenly became filled with murderous intent, and his eyes became extremely ferocious, staring at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to eat him in one bite.
"I don't know how you, a stupid and naive idiot, got in. Let me tell you, most of the people here are evil soul masters who are being hunted by the Wuhun Palace. They have nowhere to escape and only do this out of desperation.
Choose where to enter.”
"You can't get in or out here, and killings are happening all the time. Everyone is trying to please the King of Slaughter, and the blood in the Killing Arena has never coagulated."
Hear this.
The young man said in a somewhat stammering tone: "But I heard that some people have walked out of here, and those who walked out have become great people."
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone present couldn't help laughing, as if they were laughing at a big idiot.
"Hahaha... You idiot, you actually want to clear the road to hell. Do you think you are the next Tang Hao? Or do you think you are the next Bibi Dong?"
"They are all Gods of Death who have won hundreds of battles in the Killing Arena, so they are qualified to pass the Hell Road. Who do you think you are? An idiot with very little murderous aura!"
"Wait to die. There is no hope. You can't get in or out of the city of killing. I didn't expect that there would be idiots who threw themselves into the trap. We only entered the city of killing when we were desperate."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Faced with the ridicule of the people around him, the young man did not refute. He believed that as long as he worked hard enough, he would definitely get a hundred victories.
Become the god of death, go through hell, and walk out of the killing city in glory!
If someone can do it, why can't I do it?
However.
Seeing the confident expression on the young man's face, these veterans who had been in the killing city for more than ten years immediately understood what this young man really thought.
They have seen too many idiots like this.
They firmly believe that hard work can change their destiny, but the level of soul power that has remained unchanged for decades will completely tell them what reality is.
"Tch, that's boring. He's another idiot with a heart as high as the sky and a life as thin as paper. He is a disciple of the Third Sect and a Saint of Wuhun Palace. His talent is definitely among the top in the mainland. And you, tsk tsk tsk...
.I don’t even take a pee to look at myself, and I don’t know where the confidence comes from.”
"Let's go, maybe he will be torn apart in the first killing arena."
"If hard work is effective, then what else does a genius do?"
...
at the same time.
Poseidon Island, Poseidon Temple.
In a large hall, there were two people sitting on the left and right. Dong Qing was on the left and Bo Saixi was sitting upright. Neither of them spoke.
Although the two of them seemed very quiet, it didn't mean that the air fell into silence.
The maid with black-framed glasses on the side was holding a steaming pot of tea in her hand. After pouring a cup for her family's big offering, she walked elegantly to Dong Qing and poured him a second cup of tea.
Finally, before she exited the hall, she glanced at Dong Qing curiously.
"Does the Great Priest like boys of this age?"
The maid in black-rimmed glasses looked strange and closed the black door.
That's right, it's a boy.
Dongqing looks so young, she looks like a teenager who has not yet grown up, and she is already an old aunt in her thirties.