After breaking through the Contra level, Huo Zhan Ji rested for a few days and then began his final killing. He had been here for nearly a year, and he was only one game away from the title of champion of the Hell Killing Field, but only half a day had passed in the real world.

Three days later, in the Killing Field of Hell, the last opponent, after being turned into a bloody mist by Huo Zhanji's punch, could not help but raise his hands high, releasing the horrible and bloody murderous aura from his body without reservation.

The murderous aura that was almost tangible formed a huge vortex in the air. Around the huge venue, the large number of Fallen who were watching the fight were silent under the influence of the huge murderous aura released from him.

The word "Shura" is like a symbol of hell. Everyone thinks that Shura is the most terrifying existence for Huo Zhanji. His opponents can almost leave their last words in advance because there is no way to escape Huo Zhanji's hunting. At this time, Huo Zhanji is the opponent that no one in the City of Slaughter is willing to face.

"Congratulations, Shura." A deep and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

The murderous aura released from Huo Zhanji actually poured back at the moment the voice sounded, and was pressed back into his body. Huo Zhanji's face slightly condensed, and the atmosphere in the hell killing field 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.

Huo Zhan Ji looked towards the scarlet figure in the air. It was a tall man, wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak. He had a pale face and a pair of completely blood-red eyes. His body was slowly descending from the air.

Floating in the air five meters above the ground, the King of Killing stopped descending and looked down at Huo Zhanji from the air. The King of Killing's gaze fell on the viewing stand of the Hell Killing Field.

"I am very happy to witness the birth of a strong man in the killing field today. It has been decades since Baisheng appeared. Shura's powerful strength and terrifying murderous aura make you tremble, right? My people."

"Yes, yes, yes." The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Huo Zhanji, "Xura, thank you for letting me feel the passion again. Baisheng, very good. In order to commend your achievements, I decided to make an exception and grant you the title of God of Slaughter. From now on, you can enter and leave the Slaughter City at your own will. And you will be hired as a guest official of the Slaughter City under me."

Huo Zhanji spoke calmly, "No need, great King of Slaughter, you cannot break the rules of the Slaughter City because of me. I am willing to pass the test of the Hell Road and then receive your reward. I hope to walk out of here with my own strength and become a true God of Slaughter."

The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed, "If that's the case, then you should walk the road to hell. If you can get out, then you will be the new generation of the God of Slaughter."

Thick red mist was suddenly released from the King of Slaughter, and the evil, cold red ripples slowly spread out, and in just a few blinks of an eye, it had spread to the entire place.

The Fallen sitting in the audience were all incredibly excited. They all wanted to see the Road to Hell open. Except for the God of Killing and the King of Killing, no one had ever seen the Road to Hell open. The red light released from the King of Killing went towards the surrounding stands, and the screams of the Fallen were endless.

"It is their honor to be the sacrifice that opens the Hell Road." The deep voice of the Slaughter King sounded.

At this time, the screams had gradually stopped. Except for Huo Zhan Ji and the King of Killing, there seemed to be no other living people here. The blood flowed into the field, but did not spread in a straight line. On the ground, grooves appeared at some point, and the blood flowed into them. Gradually, it gathered on the ground into a huge blood-red pattern.

Suddenly, a huge red light shot up into the sky, instantly engulfing Huo Zhanji's body. All perceptions around him became blurred, and only the low and sharp voice of the King of Slaughter echoed in his ears.

"Good luck on the road to hell."

Under the engulfing of the blood-red, Huo Zhanji felt his feet go empty and everything around him became illusory. All his senses were completely blocked at this moment, and the murderous aura on his body gathered into a layer of faint white ripples that protected his body.

After an unknown amount of time, with a violent shock, all senses were restored, and the blood light around him gradually faded. When Huo Zhanji fully woke up, he found himself on a circular platform. In addition, a narrow path less than half a foot wide, just enough for two feet to stand at the same time, led to the unknown darkness, and this was also the only way to the outside world on the platform where Huo Zhanji was.

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At this time in the Douluo God Realm, the first generation Shura God couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Huo Zhanji.

"The Three Life Martial Spirits have finally helped us find a human being who can carry the core of the God of Creation."

When he appeared again, he had already appeared in the God Realm Council. God Shura directly summoned all the law enforcement gods. Several figures appeared the moment the Shura message was sent out. They all looked at God Shura with confusion.

"Shura, what's wrong with you? What happened? I was just practicing and was awakened by you." The God of Destruction looked at God Shura with some dissatisfaction. He was awakened by God Shura just after he started practicing.

"Yes, Shura, what's the matter this time?" The Evil God King was also a little confused. He nodded at Shura and motioned Shura to speak quickly.

Asura God moved his fingers slightly, and a new scene appeared before his eyes. The scene showed what happened after Huo Zhanji came to the City of Slaughter. Although the gods were a little confused, looking at Asura's appearance, they could only suppress their doubts and began to observe.

After reading it, the Kind God King exhaled deeply, "Three god-level martial spirits, in one person, and he has the inheritance of a supreme god, how is this possible?"

“Isn’t Huo Zhanji’s talent too terrifying? He is only about seventeen years old, but he has already broken through to the Soul Douluo level…” said the Evil God King.

"He doesn't seem to exist in the present, but in the future." The God of Destruction crossed his hands, but his expression changed slightly.

"How powerful is his supreme inheritance? Can it send his inheritors to the past?" The Goddess of Life beside the God of Destruction couldn't help but ask.

"From the perspective of time travel, at least that strong man will not be weaker than the God of Creation." Shura God took over the conversation.

"Old Shura, your purpose in calling us here is not to integrate the core of the God of Creation into this kid's body, right?" said the God of Destruction.

"We must always pursue higher realms. There is no one in this world who can carry our cultivation. Now that the inheritors have been brought to us, we should seize the opportunity." said the Shura God.

"He has already broken through to the Soul Douluo level, and he hasn't obtained a soul ring yet. Let's see his strength before making a decision." The God of Destruction said, and the other three gods nodded in agreement.

"This kid won't let us down."

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(End of this chapter)

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