It seems that there is never bright sunshine shining in here, it seems that there is always killing here, and the place without sunshine is a dark territory.
So all the evils of human nature such as killing, ravaging, cruelty, and violence are bred here.
Tang San glanced around, then nodded calmly. Although the Killing City was much crueler than he imagined, it didn't surprise him.
However, for Zhao Xuan, something was wrong in this killing city.
According to the Master of Fantasy Annihilation, this city of killing belongs to the God of Shura. Although the God of Shura sounds like an evil god, he is actually an out-and-out righteous god.
How could the place of divine inheritance of a righteous god become a paradise and hotbed of evil?
What surprised Zhao Xuan even more was that here, he also discovered the aura belonging to the God of Rakshasa. Although this aura was deeply hidden and very light, it filled the entire city of killing.
"What exactly is going on?"
Zhao Xuan pursed his lips and frowned slightly, feeling that things here were getting more complicated.
"Guest, do you have any doubts?"
Zhao Xuan's frown attracted the attention of the girl in black gauze next to him. She turned her head to look at him and asked calmly.
Turning to look at her, Zhao Xuan relaxed his frown and said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, you should tell me about this killing city."
The girl nodded slightly, and then said: "As you can see, my guest, this is just the outer city of the Killing City. It cannot be called the real Killing City. It is also called a garbage dump by the people in the inner city."
"The real killing is in the inner city. There are constant killings in the inner city. Even on the streets, there is always the possibility of death. The conditions there are not comparable to here. But if you want to survive in the inner city, in addition to ensuring yourself
In addition to not having your life taken away by others, you must also pass the baptism of the killing fields of hell once a year."
"The Killing Fields of Hell are like the soul fighting arena in the outside world, but there is only one winner in every game in the Killing Fields."
"The reason why these people in the outside world are called trash is because they escaped the baptism of the killing fields of hell."
"If these people want to survive, they must contribute two Bloody Marys every month, and in the inner city, everything uses Bloody Marys as currency."
The woman said a lot in one breath, and it was summed up in just a few simple sentences, that is, the city of killing may die at any time, and only strong strength can save itself. Similarly, with strength, you can enjoy more.
"What about the conditions for leaving the Killing City?" Zhao Xuan tasted it carefully for a moment, and then asked again.
"Hell's Killing Fields, a hundred consecutive victories. Please note that there is no one-on-one competition in the Hell's Killing Fields. Only those who enter here with a hundred consecutive victories can go out. Of course, for you, the distinguished guest, as long as you do not enter the inner city,
The rest of the Killing City is accessible to you."
"A hundred consecutive wins? It doesn't sound that difficult."
Zhao Xuan smacked his lips and looked at the girl in black gauze strangely.
The woman in black gauze was startled, then looked at Zhao Xuan with a distracted look like looking at a monster, and said coldly: "Sir, I really don't know who gave you the courage to say this."
"Did you know? In the past thousand years, there have been only eight killing gods here who have won a hundred consecutive victories!"
Tang San was silent on the side. Hearing this, he glanced at the woman in black gauze, and then slowly looked away, because he knew that for Zhao Xuan, a hundred consecutive wins was indeed very simple, as simple as eating and drinking.
Generally, in fact, this is not a place for people of Zhao Xuan's strength.
"The city of killing, the killing field of hell."
Zhao Xuan suddenly took a deep breath, then looked at a low wall not far away, his eyes flashing.
From the black gauze woman's narrative, the harvest is unimaginable. If you want to find something related to the God of Shura, you may have to go in personally.
"Xiaosan, where is your destination too, right?"
"Um."
Tang San nodded, and then looked at the inner city ahead. The entire inner city was surrounded by a blood curtain. The blood energy escaping from it had formed a scene like a celestial phenomenon. How many killings were born in it?
One can imagine.
"Then let's go together."
"Guest, do you want to go in? You have to know that as long as you go in, even the great King of Slaughter will not protect you."
The woman in black gauze looked shocked when she heard the conversation between the two, and quickly reminded her.
Zhao Xuan glanced at him indifferently, then said to Tang San beside him: "Let's go."
Looking at the backs of Zhao Xuan and Tang San, the woman in black gauze frowned, then her expression became cold, her red lips slightly opened and she murmured: "Since you don't listen to the advice, then take a good look at that hell."
Such a world."
In the inner city of the Killing City, two young figures suddenly walked in slowly at the city gate.
Compared to the lifeless outer city, the inner city of the Killing Capital was undoubtedly much more "lively". Excited howls or cries of pain kept pouring into their ears, and the exciting scenes were displayed for free.
in front of them.
"It's such a filthy place, and the city of sin deserves its reputation." Zhao Xuan murmured, while Tang San nodded in agreement.
The moment they entered the city, they saw a middle-aged man being suddenly attacked and killed by a small man. The young man excitedly slit his throat and took a glass of "Bloody Mary" from a crystal cup.
He ran towards a huge building in the center of the city.
"Is that the killing field of hell?"
Zhao Xuan stared at the building, and then held down the restless Purple Sky Divine Thunder. Over the huge building in the center of the city, thick and terrifying blood clouds billowed, strange and dull, making people breathless, and even
Zixiao Divine Thunder was also agitated by it.
As the nemesis of evil, Zixiao Divine Thunder felt something that made it uncomfortable, and Pure World White Lotus was also ready to move.
"Hey, Chu'er, can you lend me a few Bloody Marys?"
At this moment, three muscular men walked towards Zhao Xuan and Tang San with a ferocious smile. The leading man was talking frivolously, and each of them held a wine glass used to hold Bloody Mary.
In the distance, many people put down what they were doing and looked at this side with interest.
Zhao Xuan glanced at them, and then slowly uttered a few words.
"Rubbish."
Even if a few people had been hanging around in the killing city for a long time, they couldn't help but be stunned at this moment, and what followed was uncontrollable rage, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.
"Newcomer, do you want me to teach you the rules of the Killing City?"
Zhao Xuan looked at a few people and suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up.
The next moment, his figure suddenly flashed, and the sounds of "bang", "bang" and "bang" were heard in front of him.
Taking a closer look, Zhao Xuan's figure was still there, but the three majestic men were speechless, not because they saw something shocking, but because the heads that carried their expressions had disappeared from their necks.
"puff!"
The blood in their bodies spurted out from the aorta in their broken necks, like three bloody fountains, which were very gorgeous.
And their muscles seemed to have just come back to their senses at this moment, their hands holding Bloody Mary loosened, and the wine glasses fell to the ground.
The moment the wine glasses fell, a pair of white hands reached out and grabbed the two glasses like lightning, then filled two glasses of Bloody Mary into the gushing blood fountain.
Tang San handed a cup of Bloody Mary to Zhao Xuan with a calm expression.
Zhao Xuan took it, then held the wine glass high and looked at the stunned spectators from afar. The corners of his mouth slightly curved, and Zhao Xuan's hand holding the wine glass was a little firm.
"Welcome to us, the City of Killing... this disgusting place."