Douluo: Xin Shu

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What is Tang Chen's obsession?

Break through level 100.

Qiandaoliu has the shadow of the angel god, and Bo Saixi is a believer of the sea god.

He is the only one who has cultivated his soul power to level ninety-nine by relying on his own efforts.

“If you want to marry, you will only marry God.”

Bo Saixi's words have been echoing repeatedly in Tang Chen's ears.

It was a hurdle that could never be overcome, but it was the only way to hold on to his last line of mental defense.

Bewitched by the evil god?

The reason why Tang Cheng couldn't get through the final hurdle may be partly due to this, but ultimately, it still lies within himself.

Without the interference of Rakshasa God, there will be others.

"If you don't become a god, you won't return."

With his pride, Tang Chen left behind the sect that wanted to grow, Bo Saixi who hated to meet him so late, and the Wuhun Palace that was eyeing him. With that obsession, he broke into the Shura God's palace. In the last test, it is inevitable that he will ultimately fail in his obsession.

Indeed, obsession can make people persist.

However, if God Shura wants to judge right and wrong in this world, how can he not put aside his own obsession?

Bo Saixi is the chief priest of the Poseidon Temple, and Qiandaoliu is the chief priest of the Angel Temple. Neither of them is destined to be a god.

Tang Chen's talent was considered excellent, but the moment he chose God Shura, he also lost the chance to become a god.

In the inheritance of any other god, he actually has the possibility of success. But he chose the most unlikely Shura.

I can only say that time is also fate.

It can only be said that Tang Chen did not fulfill his destiny as Shura God.

"Congratulations, young King Shura."

Under the shouts of everyone, a low blessing suddenly came from all directions, from far to near.

This sentence didn't make much sense at first, but it made Tang San, standing in the center of the field, feel an unprecedented sense of oppression for some reason.

The relaxation he had just gained by releasing his murderous aura was swept away at this moment.

"The King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter!..."

Just now, Tang San ended today's Hell Killing Fields. This was his hundredth game in the Killing City.

According to regulations, the King of Slaughter should appear and open up the path to hell full of mystery for him.

But what Tang San never expected was that the King of Slaughter was so powerful. Judging from the aura alone, he was at least much stronger than his father.

His father is a level ninety-five titled Douluo.

Amidst the shouts of the Fallen who were even louder than before, the blood-red figure that made others feel excited but made Tang San tense up slowly descended from the sky.

What is he doing?

At this time, Ning Xinli, who was hiding in the corner, and Tang San, who was standing in the center of the field, looked into the air with confusion, where the King of Slaughter was staying.

What was wrapped under the huge scarlet cloak was a body that looked quite tall. The other person had such a physique, but the exposed skin was an extremely unhealthy pale color.

On the contrary, the other party must have been living in this kind of ghost place without sunshine or rain for decades, so why is it so strange that he would become like this?

Looking up at the King of Slaughter above him, Tang San couldn't help but feel tense. It was a particularly strange feeling.

It was like meeting one's own relatives.

But, how is this possible?

His father should be the only relative still alive.

I mentally persuaded myself not to think too much. Maybe it was just because the other person's eyes were so weird that I felt this way.

What kind of eyes are they? They are all blood red, like madness or fanaticism. There is an emotion in the pupils that is difficult to sort out, and it seems to be mixed with paranoia about something.

"Today, I am very happy.

Because after more than 20 years, a strong man who is victorious has once again appeared in our killing city.

As usual, I will give you a chance to choose: stay or leave. "

Tang San had been working hard for such a long time, and he still needed to think about how to choose. He almost said his choice without hesitation, but he still resisted the urge and stood there quietly waiting for the King of Slaughter. Say what he wants to say.

"Don't be in a hurry to make a choice. Wait until I explain it clearly. It's not too late for you to make a decision after you think it through.

You are not a person who likes to indulge yourself. If this is the case, then I think you will definitely find a way to get out of here. After all, compared to the quagmire here, the stage outside is broader.

But what I want to say is that when I say stay, I don’t mean to prevent you from leaving the Killing City, but to accept my ban.

The City of Killing needs strong men. If you accept my title, you will be a guest here, and you can freely enter and leave the City of Killing without any restrictions. "

Of course, the premise is not to go against him.

In other words, at best, he was a guest from the Killing City, but at worst, he was similar to those black-armored knights.

As long as you get the authorization from the King of Slaughter——

They can normally display their respective soul skills in this killing city. Of course, if the King of Slaughter wants to take back this privilege, he can do so anytime and anywhere.

After all, this honor was bestowed upon them by the King of Slaughter.

"Of course, if you choose to leave, you may not be able to leave successfully.

The road to hell is not that easy to get through. If not, we wouldn't have only made it past eight in a thousand years. "

So these two choices are actually not to stay or leave, but to leave easily and narrowly escape death.

If you just want to leave here, then the former is definitely the best choice. However, if he just wanted to leave here, why would Tang San come to the muddy waters of this killing city?

If he were his father, he would definitely choose the road to hell. This should be his last test in this killing city.

He is bound to win the realm of the God of Killing.

"King of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness.

As you said, I am not a self-indulgent person, nor am I here to hide from my enemies.

Participating in the Hell Killing Fields was purely to improve my own actual combat capabilities.

Going through the road to hell and becoming the ninth god of death in this world is my ultimate goal here. "

Others may not be very clear about the identity of King Shura. As the ruler here, how could the King of Slaughter be unclear about it.

Reason told him that he could not move this person.

Because he knew that the person who led King Shura here two years ago was the seventh killing god in the city of killing for thousands of years.

That was the real God of Killing, not the guest he had just promised to King Shura. He had actually gone through hell.

Anyone who has crossed the road to hell will have the realm of the God of Death, which is an existence recognized by the City of Killing.

As long as you are recognized by the Killing City, you can use your soul skills normally here, and the other party will no longer be restricted by the oppression of the King of Killing. There are actually many titled Douluo in the Killing City.

Why would they still obey the King of Slaughter?

Because these people did not get the recognition of the Slaughter City, they got the recognition of him, the Slaughter King.

The privileges he bestows can, of course, be withdrawn at any time.

But getting through the road to hell is another story.

His family knows his own affairs, so of course he knows how much he weighs. He is also a titled Douluo, and he can also use soul skills normally. How can he be compared with Tang Hao, one of the two killing gods in the world?

Yes, Tang Hao has indeed wasted more than ten or twenty years, but the fighting skills he possesses will not be abandoned just because he wasted his time.

The King of Slaughter is not a piece of iron.

He has a dark secret that only he knows.

It was precisely for this reason that the King of Slaughter had to make a "compromise" when facing Tang Hao.

This body, like Tang Hao, is actually an existence recognized by the Killing City.

Yes, before becoming the King of Slaughter, he also participated in the Hell Killing Fields and passed through the Road to Hell.

This body of his is actually the God of Killing in the City of Killing, but it is just a body.

why would you say so?

Because the original soul of this body was imprisoned in the corner of the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness decades ago.

In other words, his inner core has long since changed.

He is not the King of Slaughter at all. In fact, it is more accurate to use it to describe him.

It is an ancient ferocious beast that lives in the body of the King of Slaughter, the blood-red nine-headed bat king.

If it's not yours, how can you make good use of it?

It was not him. Facing Tang Hao, of course he had no choice but to give in.

"Since you insist on doing this, I will no longer stop you. I wish you a smooth journey through hell. If you are lucky enough to get out alive, remember to say hello to your elders on my behalf."

A large swath of blood-red mist began to spread from behind the Slaughter King's cloak. At the same time, the air pressure on the field slowly made people feel uncomfortable.

A gust of wind blew by, and it was a chilling coldness.

It's not as murderous, but it still makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Open it, Hell Road."

At the moment when the red mist swept across the entire place, the voice of the King of Slaughter appeared at the right time, like a prayer or a declaration.

No, it's more like a very ordinary sentence, "dinner is ready."

The Fallen who were sitting in the audience watching at this moment had expressions of excitement and curiosity on their faces.

Because they believe that they have the opportunity to witness the opening of the road to hell, and they feel honored for this.

Before this, no one had seen the opening of Hell Road, and they thought they would be the "first" lucky viewers.

This is why, compared to the past, there are more fallen people coming to the auditorium to watch the game today.

Because they all know that today is the hundredth killing field of hell for King Shura. They don't think that he, who has always been arrogant, will lose in this last battle. They are here for nothing else. Just for the honor of this moment.

Little did they know that the honor at this moment came at a price, and that price was their lives.

"People's curiosity wants to be satisfied. Since you want to witness the opening of the road to hell so much, why not be a companion together, and you won't feel lonely when you are far away from hell, right?"

The red mist cleverly avoided Tang San in the field, but spread throughout the field. The voice of the King of Slaughter is so beguiling to the perceptions of those fallen ones.

I saw that those fallen people stabbed their eyes directly with their backhand without hesitation.

Usually, those degenerates are cruel to others, but at this moment, they are cruel to themselves.

Those who had no weapons in their hands were scratching their faces and digging out their flesh, leaving particles and pieces of meat everywhere.

Those who hold weapons in their hands become even more terrifying at this time. No matter how ruthless they usually deal with the enemy, they will be more ruthless at this time. The blades penetrate into the flesh, the blades draw blood, and they swing towards their own limbs and stomach. It is really terrible at all. unambiguous.

This, where is the capital of killing?

This is obviously hell.

Do people who crawl out of hell walk the road to hell, become gods of death, and then rush to the mortal world?

Fortunately, these degenerates living in hell have no ability to climb out of the prison that traps them.

Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

Avoiding the self-mutilating degenerates around her, Ning Xinli jumped up, left the audience stage and came to Tang San's side.

It is not the words of the King of Slaughter that confuse people's minds, it is just a statement that has no effect at all.

What really confuses people's hearts is the evil spirit carried by the red mist, and what makes these evil spirits play their due role is the murderous aura mixed with toxins that Ning Xinli has been dispelling.

"Little saplings, little saplings, grow up quickly, so that you can protect us who have not fallen."

It is said that raising an army for a thousand days, but using it for a while.

Ning Xinli had no soldiers, so these saplings were her soldiers.

They are her strength to stay.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

What she is saying now is actually the same as what the King of Slaughter said just now. They are both meaningless words.

What works is her hard work all the time, the seeds she has scattered in every corner in the past. These seeds are accumulated by her in daily life. They are first condensed by faith and divine power, and then she uses her own soul power for a long time. of nourishment.

Under waves of roars, the fallen were reduced one by one. As they died, a large amount of life power surged out of their bodies. Before they could be transformed into the power of destruction, the nearby power of life The seed absorbs it.

The world is made up of the power of destruction and the power of life.

What is needed to open the road to hell is not the blood of the fallen, but a large amount of pure murderous intent.

The one who needs this blood is the King of Slaughter.

No, to be more precise, it was the need of the blood-red nine-headed bat king parasitic in the body of the King of Slaughter.

Bats suck blood, so why do they need a reason?

In addition, he really has no way to provide pure murderous intent. This is why every time the road to hell is opened, it will be so miserable.

Those fallen people have a lot of murderous intent in their bodies.