Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

Anyone who comes to the City of Killing.

Struggling on the brink of death every day will lead to degeneration.

Especially men.

Because under this huge pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve themselves.

But Ye Qiu didn't.

After the battle, he would always go to a hut to practice.

After walking out of the house.

The only place he could go was the Killing Fields of Hell.

There were countless beautiful women who wanted to throw themselves at him, but he remained unmoved.

This is just the beginning.

The image of Ye Qiu in Hu Liena's mind was different. After all, any woman who saw the lineup of beauties behind Ye Qiu would not be able to help but think that this man was a sex-hungry ghost.

But the facts told her that Ye Qiu was not that kind of person. Not to mention those slutty girls whom he could get with just open arms, even if she occasionally couldn't control herself and made some extraordinary moves as if asking for sex, he would just frown and remain indifferent.

In the past, she always felt
His brother Xie Yue is the most outstanding man he has ever met.

But after the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition ended, although she was reluctant to admit it at the time, Ye Qiu was indeed better than anyone else.

Now she is even more convinced that no one in the world can compare to him.

He was no older than himself, handsome in appearance, and not tempted by decadence.

Every trait attracted her deeply.

Just as Hu Liena's thoughts were running wild in her mind.

Ye Qiu has put away all his hidden weapons.

He raised his eyes and looked towards Hu Liena in the dark corner of the audience seats in the Hell Killing Field.

The two seemed to be in sync with each other.

At the same time, they walked towards the outside of the Hell Killing Field and met together at the entrance.

"Ye Qiu, are you not injured?"

Hu Liena quickly approached Ye Qiu and couldn't help but ask.

"Do I look weak?"

Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows.

Hu Liena explained hastily: "No, no, that's not what I meant."

"Hehe, why are you so nervous? I was just joking." Ye Qiu smiled, with a hint of blood in his deep blue eyes.

The relationship between the two became much closer as time went by, but there was still some indescribable feeling.

Ye Qiu occasionally felt that Hu Liena seemed to be avoiding him, but every time she would come closer to him.

"joke?"

Hu Liena was stunned for a moment, her face flushed, and she walked beside Ye Qiu.

The Blood Shura and the Hell Messenger travel together.

Of course, no one is so blind as to dare to launch a sneak attack, unless they are tired of living.

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The city of killing, a dark and spacious room.

It was an extremely huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals.

The crystals outline a drum-tower-like form.

Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"Xue Shura won another game."

A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know."

A tall figure sat down on the huge chair.

In the darkness, his appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could only vaguely see that the man was tall and thin.

"Great King, should we start contacting him? In the Killing City, no truly strong person has joined us for a long time."

"Do you think he is truly strong?"

asked the tall man sitting in the chair.

"At least in terms of skills, he is. Blood Shura seems to be born for the City of Slaughter."

The gloomy girl's analysis was very logical.

"His spirit power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even if a Titled Douluo is in the Slaughter City, it is impossible to kill him without spirit skills. I am sure that there is at least one spirit bone in the Blood Shura."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment.

"Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the Road to Hell?"

The woman was full of disdain.

"It's only a matter of time before he completes 100 games, but he may not be able to walk the road to hell yet."

The King of Slaughter said coldly:

"No need to touch him."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Killing City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Wuhun Palace a thousand years ago. But who knows which day they will tear up the agreement?"

The King of Slaughter scolded coldly:

"The Spirit Hall doesn't have time to take care of us now."

"Some visitors came a month ago. Do you remember?"

"guest?"

The woman's voice was filled with doubt.

"Yes. They are those who want to come to my Killing City to exchange for enough blood."

There was fear in the eyes of the King of Slaughter.

Those bastards, if it weren't for the special location of the City of Slaughter.

He might actually compromise.

"Could it be that those people will challenge the Spirit Hall?"

The cold girl was a little surprised.

You know, the Spirit Hall has dominated the continent for thousands of years, and no one has ever dared to challenge its dominant position.

"Yes, and when Blood Shura came, he was holding the Killing God Token."

The King of Slaughter nodded.

"Could it be that Blood Shura is related to that God of Death?"

The cold female voice trembled a little.

The King of Slaughter said calmly:
"you guessed right."

"In this world, if there is anyone who can truly threaten the City of Slaughter, it is definitely not the Spirit Hall. It is the remaining God of Slaughter."

"I can't offend those killing gods either."

"You should know that those who have passed through the Hell Road can still use soul skills within the scope of the Killing City. And this Blood Shura was sent in by the most terrifying of the Killing Gods. Let everything take its course. Although I don't want another Killing God to appear, I am even more unwilling to bear the wrath of that Killing God."

The King of Killing was also helpless about this.

After passing through the Road to Hell, not only the God of Killing can use soul skills in the City of Slaughter.

But it is within the scope of the God of Death's domain.

Those allow you to use soul skills!

If we offend the God of Death, he will lead a large-scale attack and will definitely cause serious damage to the City of Slaughter.

The cold female voice gasped.

"The great King of Slaughter is afraid that he will bring unpredictable results to the City of Slaughter. After all, every appearance of a God of Killing will be accompanied by a crisis for the City of Slaughter."

"Isn't there such an instruction on the allegorical wall of our Slaughter City? The arrival of the God of Death will bring disaster to hell. In the past few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the City of Slaughter. If it really happens this time Come again, I'm afraid..."

The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice:

“I’ve thought about this question, too.”

"What you don't know is that not only Blood Shura has a background in the God of Killing, but also the Hell Messenger who has won 55 victories. She was also sent by the existing God of Killing. If not, do you think I would allow her to continue to exist?"

"Great King, how about this? We arrange for the messengers of Hell to face the Blood Shura. If they..."

Before he finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light were already spitting out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter.

The air around them became noticeably thicker. A strong smell of blood filled the air, and the cold female voice suddenly let out a sharp scream that was not human.

In the corner, a well-proportioned body was shaking violently.

"Don't think that because I love you, you can talk nonsense."

"After passing the Hell Road, the God of Killing can return to the Killing City at any time. The rule of the Hell Killing Field is that Fallen with more than 50 wins will not meet in the same game. If any God of Killing knew about this, it would be a truly devastating disaster for the Hell City. In their God of Killing domain, any soul master can resume the use of soul skills. Otherwise, why do you think I would compromise with them?"

Blood-red eyes floated in the air, and the King of Slaughter murmured to himself:
"I just hope that, under normal circumstances, they will not be able to hold on to a hundred games, let alone pass the Hell Road. Otherwise, two killing gods will appear at the same time. I am afraid that the disaster of the Killing City will also come."

Big hand wave.

A thick dark red liquid flew out from in front of him.

In the darkness, there was a huge blood pool in front of him, filled with sticky blood.

He opened his mouth to swallow the blood in his belly, and in the dim light, two fangs were vaguely exposed.

Time is spent in waiting and cultivation.

Sitting cross-legged in the small hut where he lived, Ye Qiu felt waves of icy coldness all over his body.

The huge murderous aura was always swirling around his body and affecting him.

It has been nearly eight months since I came here.

There are still half a game left to win the title of Hell Killing Field Champion.

However, Ye Qiu discovered.

If I keep killing like this, I might collapse!

Over this period of time, more than a thousand Fallen have died at his hands.

Even though those people are evil and corrupt.

However, every time he killed someone, Ye Qiu would feel the murderous aura in himself increase a little.

And these murderous intentions are constantly affecting him invisibly.

The reason why the victory is slow.

In addition to the issue of the number of participants, the bigger problem comes from Ye Qiu himself.

The rising murderous aura seemed nothing at first.

But after Ye Qiu killed more than a hundred people here, he found that the murderous aura began to affect his own mind.

At the beginning.
He only occasionally revealed a bloodthirsty mood, but as time went on, the murderous aura became more and more obvious.

It was as if he wanted to kill any living creature he saw.

Killing someone at random is as easy as crushing an ant.

Therefore, apart from participating in competitions, Ye Qiu's main focus of training was no longer to improve his own strength, but to suppress the increasingly powerful murderous aura.

Fortunately, the Xuantian Gong he obtained is considered to be the internal power of the Xuanmen.

It itself has the effect of warding off evil spirits.

Possessing the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, he has extremely strong mental control.

This is how he was not controlled by the urge to kill.

At the same time, Ye Qiu also used the killing during the game as a way to vent.

Until recently.

When Ye Qiu finished the fiftieth game in the Hell Killing Field.

He felt vaguely
The murderous aura in his body was becoming increasingly difficult to control.

At the same time, he also understood why Hu Liena had already achieved fifty victories.

The speed of the person behind him slowed down and he was overtaken by himself.

In this city of murder, it is no exaggeration to describe the two of them as murderous people.

It is precisely because of their rise over the past six months.

Now fewer and fewer degenerates dare to compete in Hell's Killing Fields.

More people choose to use their previous savings to survive.

The matches are running out.

They all survived by contributing their blood.

After all, compared to dying in science, lingering is definitely the choice for most people.

There was a sudden knock on the door from outside.

Ye Qiu's suppressed murderous aura increased almost instantly.

The small room suddenly became cold.
Under the pressure of murderous intent, a heavy atmosphere permeated the air.

The smell of blood was invisibly released from Ye Qiu's body.

"Hu Liena?"

Ye Qiu asked in a deep voice.

"it's me."

A pleasant voice sounded from outside the door.

Ye Qiu had heard this voice many times and immediately recognized that the owner of the voice was Hu Liena.

Frowning slightly.

I don’t understand why Hu Liena suddenly came to my house.

With a wave of his hand, a stream of air rushed out and opened the door.

"Please come in."

Not knowing the purpose of Hu Liena's visit, Ye Qiu suppressed the murderous aura surging in his body.

The door opened, and Hu Liena, dressed in black, walked in from the outside.

Her face looked extremely pale.
He was holding a glass of Bloody Mary in his hand and shaking it slowly.

This seems to have become a habit of the strong in the City of Slaughter.

Except Ye Qiu.

Almost all the fallen who have won more than ten games in the Killing City will often drink blood from unknown sources.

Taking a look at the cup in Hu Liena's hand, Ye Qiu frowned slightly.

"You haven't given up on this stuff yet?"

Hu Liena did not approach Ye Qiu, but stood by the door.

Some lack of confidence.

"I have to drink it. It makes me calmer and less agitated."

"Then you promised it solemnly at that time?"

Ye Qiu rolled his eyes.

"I, I'm serious, and I didn't drink it, I just held it in my hand!"

Hu Liena explained hurriedly.

She came to find Ye Qiu because of this, and the bloodshot light in her eyes kept flashing.

Her mental strength is not as good as Ye Qiu's, so it is much more difficult for her to carry the load.

"Okay. Since you came to me on your own initiative, I'll explain it to you clearly."

Ye Qiu shook his head helplessly.

"In this city of killing, it is poisonous in itself."

"The more you drink this stuff, the more poisoned you become. It's a slow-acting poison that hides in your blood."

"I don't know what effect will be achieved after breaking out of the Hell Road and leaving here. But I am sure that this chronic poison should be affected by the Hell Road. Only eight people were able to leave here in more than a thousand years. This is not just the horror of the Hell Road itself. I am afraid that this poison has played a big role."

Snapped--!
The cup fell to the ground and the bright red liquid spilled.

Hu Liena's face suddenly turned ugly.

"poisonous?"

She looked at Ye Qiu with some fear, without any doubt about what Ye Qiu said.

Ye Qiu nodded and said calmly:
"I have studied it carefully. The poison did not appear in the blood at first, but in the air. Affected by the toxins in the air and stimulated by the murderous aura, blood is needed to calm the agitation."

"Over time, I'm afraid you'll become addicted."

"The poison in this blood will excite people. It can even make people stronger, but once the poison is stimulated, I'm afraid no one can resist it."

(End of this chapter)