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Chapter 306 is about to leave

The momentum coming from the Palace of the Slaughter King was naturally felt by the people in the Slaughter City. Countless people looked in the direction of the palace in astonishment and fear, with a big question mark rising in their hearts.

"what's going on?"

Although the evildoers in the Killing City have had their soul power sealed, their perception has not been lost. Any one of these auras is a terrifying existence for them. The stronger the person, the more frightened they will be.

There is actually a titled Douluo in this killing city, and there is more than one!

The killing fields of hell.

Tang San, who had just killed the last enemy, frowned and looked in the direction of the palace. The enemy's red blood was dripping from his chin along his fair face, making him look particularly monstrous.

"It seems that Xiaoxuan has been discovered. I wonder if he is okay."

Thinking of this, he felt anxious in his heart. After glancing at the arena littered with corpses, he felt a trace of disgust and anger on his brows, and then walked out of the Hell Killing Fields.

In the stands, Hu Liena suddenly retracted her gaze towards the palace, and then looked towards the ring, but there was no one on the ring.

Beiqi bit her red lips. She looked extremely charming at this moment.

"Could it be Zhao Xuan?"



Killing City housing area.

As soon as Tang San returned to his residence, he heard a feeble voice coming from next door: "Xiao San, you are back."

Tang San's anxious face suddenly relaxed. Although Zhao Xuan's voice sounded lazy at the moment, there was nothing wrong with it.

Turn to the next door and open the door.

At a glance, Tang San saw Zhao Xuan sitting a little dejectedly in the courtyard, and he couldn't help but ask: "What happened inside."

Zhao Xuan raised his head and looked at Tang San, then let out a long sigh: "It's hard to explain in words."

Immediately he made a gesture to Tang San, with only a short distance between his index finger and thumb, and said with a heartbroken expression.

"It was just a little bit short of me being able to pull out that sword, but the King of Slaughter and the others came looking for the sound."

"Ah... Lan Shou, Shiitake Mushroom..."

Zhao Xuan held his head and shook it wildly, feeling a little irritated. This time he knew the strength of the King of Slaughter. Next time, he would not dare to go in even if the heavy sword was still there, even if it was still there.

From the King of Slaughter, Zhao Xuan sensed an aura that was not inferior to that of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon. He knew how terrifying the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon was, and there was no need for him to risk his life just for a heavy sword.

But... in this way, there is no chance to obtain the method of spiritual control from the God of Souls.

Zhao Xuan pursed his lips and looked a little confused.

Tang San, who was standing nearby, saw Zhao Xuan's expression constantly changing and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Is the thing you are looking for really a divine weapon?"

Zhao Xuan nodded dejectedly, then looked at Tang San full of resentment: "You crow's mouth is right, that thing seems to have spirituality and is resisting me, so I can't pull it out."

A spiritual artifact?

A flash of surprise flashed in Tang San's eyes. No matter in his previous life or in this life, he was extremely interested in forging, and it was his dream to forge all the Tang Sect's hidden weapons, but he had never thought of giving the weapons spirituality.

Just imagine how terrifying it would be if the Tang Sect's hidden weapons had spirituality.

Thinking of this, Tang San suddenly felt his heart burning up, and he also felt a sense of longing for that artifact.

However, Tang San also knew that this kind of thing could only be thought about. After all, even Zhao Xuan ran back, so he had no chance.

However, he still had some doubts in his heart and asked: "How strong is the King of Slaughter? Even you can't deal with it."

"How strong? It's unimaginably strong..." Zhao Xuan replied dejectedly.

"According to my speculation, this King of Slaughter is at least a ninety-eighth level titled Douluo, and may even be a ninety-nineth level peerless Douluo."

"And his two subordinates are not new to the realm of titled Douluo."

"Peerless Douluo??"

Tang San was horrified, does this level of titled Douluo really exist in this world?

He suddenly looked at Zhao Xuan, who looked helpless and entangled, and couldn't help but say in his heart: "What a lucky guy."

No one is lucky enough to be able to escape from the hands of a strong man who is suspected of being a peerless Douluo.



Time passed slowly, and as time passed, Zhao Xuan gradually let go of his thoughts about the heavy sword.

Ever since Zhao Xuan successfully infiltrated that time, the Slaughter King had put some effort into the defense of the palace. Before that, no one had thought that someone among a group of people whose souls had been sealed could actually break into the palace.

Although the City of Slaughter and the Palace of the King of Slaughter are not far away, after all, they are separated by an abyss ten feet wide, and the only road is guarded by a law enforcement team composed of hundreds of soul kings!

In the end, the King of Slaughter did not expect how Zhao Xuan infiltrated.

But because of this, he also felt wary, and always arranged a titled Douluo to supervise and guard at the entrance. This was also where Zhao Xuan was most helpless.

For the sake of a method of spiritual control, he couldn't risk his own life.

So Zhao Xuan, who gave up stealing the heavy sword, often visited the Killing Fields of Hell, preparing to accumulate a hundred consecutive victories and leave here. This does not mean that he really gave up. After all, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

After practicing for another ten years, Zhao Xuan felt that he could still give it a try.

At that time, this method of controlling spiritual thoughts was still precious.

After returning to his residence, Zhao Xuan suddenly frowned as he opened the door, then walked to Tang San's residence next door.

"Crunch..."

When the door of the old and disrepaired house was opened, a cold murderous aura rushed out. In an instant, even the grass and trees in the courtyard were covered with frost.

Tang San was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with black murderous aura lingering around his body. The coldness that was constantly emanating was coming from him. At this moment, his whole body was trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Zhao Xuan hurried over, a pure white lotus light appeared on his hand, and then patted Tang San's body.

"Um……"

Tang San let out a muffled groan, and the murderous aura lingering in his body dissipated. His closed eyes suddenly opened, and the originally azure pupils were already filled with crimson, and the murderous intent inside them was growing crazily like tangled weeds.

But under the pure light of the Pure White Lotus, this crimson color quickly dissipated.

Tang San's eyes slowly regained clarity. He looked at Zhao Xuan in front of him and was slightly startled, then smiled bitterly: "You're back."

"Um."

Zhao Xuan sat down next to Tang San, frowning and asked: "Can't you suppress it again?"

Tang San nodded and took a few deep breaths: "Well, the impact of these murderous intentions on me is really great. Although I have the restraint of the Blue Silver Domain, I am still affected after many years."

"Then leave the killing city early."

Zhao Xuan said with some worry, he had the Pure White Lotus, and even though he killed hundreds of people and stayed with a group of murderers all day long, he was not affected at all.

But Tang San was different. Although his methods were not weak, he could not completely eliminate hidden dangers like Zhao Xuan.

"You also reached ninety-nine consecutive wins?"

Tang San was slightly startled, and then asked in surprise.

"That's right, let's go to the Killing Fields of Hell tomorrow to bid farewell to this trip."

Zhao Xuan looked in the direction of the Palace of the Slaughter King and couldn't help but sigh. It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to get that thing...


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