If the city of killing is evil, then the source of evil is definitely the killing fields of hell.
Being able to be named "Hell" by the city of killings, even if the Hell Killing Fields are not a real hell, they are almost the same as hell.
Standing on the high bleachers, there were countless people roaring crazily and excitedly beside them. They looked at the blood constantly being thrown on the stage, their eyes were red, and their spirits were extremely high.
On the small arena, streams of blood gathered together to form a stream and slowly flowed down. Stumped limbs and broken arms, intestines flowing out of the abdomen, and red and white things in the brain were piled on top.
The only winner was half-kneeling. He raised his only arm and roared around. On the other arm, blood was pouring out from the incision that had just been broken. It fell on the ring and merged into the blood flow.
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The blood here is so red that it makes people want to kill.
The pure white lotus standing quietly in the sea of consciousness suddenly swayed gently, a huge shadow slowly unfolded over the sea of consciousness, and the white light of the pure world bloomed.
Zhao Xuan's body suddenly trembled, and then his whole body seemed to have just woken up from sleep, with a slightly confused look in his eyes.
His whole body was shocked, Zhao Xuan frowned and murmured: "Am I even affected?"
He suddenly turned to look at Tang San beside him. Tang San stood there quietly, with long dark blue hair draped behind his shoulders. Viewed from the side, his complexion was soft, and his fair face was not as bronze as before.
In this city of murder, he is like a handsome young man in troubled times.
"Mistress." Zhao Xuan suddenly shouted.
"Um?"
Tang San turned his head and looked at him strangely. Tang San's eyes were blue, as clear as the sky, but at this moment there was a black aura of hostility shrouding them.
Sure enough, the mistress was also affected.
Just when Zhao Xuan was about to help Tang San get rid of his anger, a blue light suddenly flowed through Tang San's eyes, and the black anger slowly dissipated.
Zhao Xuan stopped what he was doing and looked at Tang San with some surprise: "Realm?"
"What? Wait, how do you know I have mastered the field?"
Tang San was a little strange at first, but after he realized what he was doing, he fell into astonishment.
Yes, he did awaken the realm by chance. Similarly, his appearance also changed for this reason. He originally wanted to surprise Zhao Xuan, but he ran aground because he could not use his soul power in the Killing City.
But at this moment, Zhao Xuan suddenly read these two words, which made him feel a little distracted.
Zhao Xuan was also shocked in his heart. The field was indeed familiar to him. After all, in addition to the life field printed by the fourth soul skill, he also realized his own thunder field in the Star Dou Forest.
But it was only after he had comprehended the realm that he realized how difficult it was to comprehend the realm.
"Is Uncle Tang Hao's special training so powerful?" Zhao Xuan asked subconsciously.
Tang San also came back to his senses, paused after hearing this, then shook his head with a wry smile: "This has nothing to do with dad's special training."
His face was bitter, and there was also a touch of sadness. He slowly raised his hand, and the mark of the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit appeared on the back of his hand, which was as white as jade.
Zhao Xuan's eyes narrowed and he said strangely: "It seems to be a little different from before."
Originally, the Blue Silver Grass Spirit Mark on the back of Tang San's hand was relatively simple, with only a few light strokes of outline, but now the Blue Silver Grass Spirit Mark is obviously much thicker, even though its prototype is still Blue Silver Grass, but
But a touch of nobility was born out of thin air.
Tang San looked at the blue silver grass martial spirit mark on the back of his hand, and after being dazed for a while, he slowly said: "My blue silver grass martial spirit experienced its second awakening not long ago, and my appearance changed after that awakening.
At the same time, in order to master the field that belongs to it."
"Can a martial spirit awaken a second time?"
Zhao Xuan was a little surprised, he had never heard of such a thing even from the master.
"sure."
After saying something lightly, Tang San fell silent. Looking at his slightly sad expression, it was obvious that there was a secret hidden in it that ordinary people didn't know, but he didn't intend to say more on this issue.
Zhao Xuan observed the words and expressions, and wisely stopped his intention to continue asking.
Tang San looked at the arena below and suddenly said to Zhao Xuan: "I'll go down and give it a try."
Zhao Xuan glanced downwards, and the strength of everyone on the stage and in the stands fell into his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then nodded towards Tang San.
"Go ahead."
Under the observation of his spiritual consciousness, there is nowhere to hide the cultivation level of these people. Through the fluctuations of soul power, he can roughly judge the cultivation level of these people.
Generally speaking, no one sitting here is weak, because they have all survived the bloody killings, and their combat effectiveness is extremely high. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are invincible at the same level.
But the most important thing is that this is the city of killing, a place where soul power is isolated, so whether it is the soul king of the soul sect or the soul emperor soul saint in the stands below, their power is greatly restricted, even if it is a
Soul Saint may also be killed by a Soul Sect.
As for Tang San, who possesses many unique skills, he can still thrive here even without using the Clear Sky Hammer.
On the ring, people are constantly playing, and people are constantly dying. The blood flowing here seems to have never been cut off, and human life is the lowest thing here.
After waiting for a short time, Zhao Xuan finally saw that familiar figure on the ring.
Tang San's figure was particularly eye-catching among the group of people in the same arena. Who among the people around him was not dripping with blood? But Tang San was like a green lotus, reclusive and independent, emerging from the mud and untainted.
As a result, many people in the arena looked at Tang San, and even Zhao Xuan in the stands heard a low voice full of jealousy: "Huh, pretty boy, if you don't want to stay in the outside world, you have to come to the killing city to die.
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"Death?"
Haha, Zhao Xuan suddenly wanted to laugh. If he could smoke, if he had a cigarette, then he would definitely exhale a puff of turbid white smoke at this moment, and then laugh at that person with a vicissitudes of life on his face.
"Death? This is a wolf among the sheep..."
At this moment, although there are no props to show off to Zhao Xuan, the result is the same.
At the first moment, several people rushed towards Tang San. Tang San's face was calm, but his figure flashed out of the crowd like a ghost, with a speed that was dizzying.
Under the dim light, the touch of crystal in Tang San's hand was hard to detect, but when he made a breakthrough, his hand passed between several people's necks like a butterfly piercing flowers.
There was no confusion at all, just like a beautiful dance. As the skin between the necks was cut, blood gushes out from their throats.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Several figures fell down one after another, lying in a pool of blood. When they stared at Tang San, who was walking towards the others, their eyes were full of disbelief.
They couldn't believe it. There was confusion in their eyes. They didn't even realize how their throats were cut by Tang San. Before they died, a few of them looked at Tang San's hands. What Tang San held in his hands, a few of them looked at it slightly.
It feels familiar, isn’t it the fragment of the wine glass that holds the Bloody Mary?