Lord of Shura Palace of Douluo

With a wave of his big hand, a stream of rich dark red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge blood pool filled with thick blood.

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

Time passed in waiting and training. It has been two years since Tang Ling came here, relying on the Blood Cliff Chant to continuously refine his murderous aura. Now his soul power has reached level 59, and he is only one step away from breaking through. Yao, with the assistance of the fairy grass, Tang Ling's soul power has increased by four levels in one year, which is not slow. How can it be easy for the Soul King to break through to the Soul Emperor?

The day after tomorrow will also be his last battle. After this battle, he will reach a hundred consecutive victories.

Two days later, the killing fields of hell.

The last opponent died under his Shura sword. He quietly looked at the blood flowing on the ground, without any disturbance in his heart, but the murderous aura in his body was slightly released.

The three characters "King Shura" are like the symbol of death.

"Congratulations, young King Shura." A low and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions. The murderous aura released from Tang Ling's body surged back the moment the sound rang out, and was pressed back into his body.

The atmosphere in the Hell Killing Fields suddenly rose to the extreme, because in mid-air, a blood-red figure was falling from the sky.

"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." The shouts made the fallen ones become hoarse, but they had no intention of stopping.

It was a tall man, his whole body wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

With a pale face and a pair of completely blood-red eyes, the body slowly descended from the air, as if it did not need to be restricted by gravity at all.

Suspended in mid-air five meters above the ground, the Slaughter King stopped his descent and looked down at Tang Ling from the air.

"I am very happy to witness the birth of a strong man in the killing field today. Yum has not appeared for decades. He makes you tremble with his powerful strength and terrifying murderous intent, right? I the people."

"Yes -, yes -, yes -" The King of Slaughter seems to have a unique charm that makes all the fallen have an almost crazy worship after seeing him.

The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Tang Ling, "King Shura, I will open the road to hell for you. I hope you enjoy it to the fullest."

Thick red mist was suddenly released from the King of Slaughter. The huge aura forced Tang Ling to retreat quickly, and he retreated dozens of meters before he could barely bear it.

What the King of Slaughter releases is not murderous aura, but an extremely evil aura, a cold that makes even the bone marrow freeze.

The evil cold red ripples slowly spread out and spread to the entire place in almost a few blinks of an eye.

The degenerates sitting in the audience were all surprisingly excited. They all wanted to see the road to hell open. However, what they didn't know was that their lives had come to an end.

Except for the God of Death and the King of Slaughter, no one has ever seen the opening of the Hell Road, because everyone who has seen it has died, or in other words, has become a sacrifice for the opening of the Hell Road.

Tang Ling soon discovered that although the red light released from the Slaughter King put a lot of pressure on them, the red light was not aimed at them, but was directed towards the surrounding stands. The fallen who were cheering wildly gradually became quiet as the red light landed on the viewing platform. The eyes of each fallen gradually became dull, and then the dullness turned into bloodshot red. It didn't take long, and when that When the red light formed a huge barrier across the entire hell killing field, painful screams began to sound from the people who were first exposed to the red light.

Affected by the red light, those degenerates seemed to be half crazy, desperately grabbing their faces and bodies...

Most of the fallen who can survive in the inner city have a certain level of strength. At this time, they fully exert their strength on themselves. Even their screams contain extremely exciting pleasure, as if they are in the process of self-abuse. It seems like I got unlimited enjoyment from it.

The skin rolled, blood spurted everywhere, and they even tore out their own internal organs. The whole madness would not stop until the end of life.

More and more degenerates undergo such changes, until they spread to the entire place.

The blood spilled on the ground and began to condense. A large amount of blood was like streams, flowing along the inconspicuous small pipes under the auditorium to the center of the killing field. It was clearly visible that countless meandering red liquids were like small snakes. flow into the arena.

Tang Ling still watched quietly, his heart beating faster.

"It is their honor to be the sacrifice that opens the Hell Road." The King of Slaughter's deep voice sounded. At this time, the screams had gradually stopped. Except for Tang Ling and the King of Slaughter, there seemed to be no one else here. living person.

The blood flowed into the field and did not spread in a straight line. Grooves appeared on the ground at some point, and the blood flow was poured into them. Gradually, it converged into a huge blood-red pattern on the ground.

He discovered that the pattern formed by the blood was actually a creature similar to a bird, but it looked a little strange and was not as simple as an ordinary bird.

Suddenly, the bird's eyes lit up, and a huge red light shot up into the sky, instantly sweeping the two people's bodies inside. All surrounding perceptions became blurred, and only the deep and sharp voice of the King of Slaughter could be heard. The edge echoes.

"Good luck on the road to hell."

Under the blood-red devouring, Tang Ling felt his feet go empty at the same time. Everything around him became illusory. All his perceptions had been completely blocked at this moment. He couldn't see the murderous aura on his body gathered into a layer of faint white. The ripples protected his body within them. If it weren't for the existence of these murderous auras, he would have been truly devoured the moment the blood spread.

Tang Ling forced himself to stay awake and allowed the severe pain to engulf him.

I don't know how long it took, but with a violent shock, all the feelings returned, and the blood around him gradually faded away.

At this time, Tang Ling was on a circular platform. This platform was only about five meters in diameter and was not very large.

Everything around him showed a faint blood-red color, and beyond the five-meter-diameter circular platform beneath his feet, there was an abyss.

In addition, a slender path less than half a foot wide, only wide enough to accommodate two feet standing at the same time, leads to the unknown darkness, and this is the only way to the outside world on his platform.

...(End of chapter)