God-level Choice: Start from Innate Full of Soul Power

"Are you leaving now?"

"There are still important things to do, so don't bother."

The body of the ascetic disappeared into the hall, and everything returned to calm.

The magic eye removed the barrier, only to see a pair of evil purple eyes quietly appearing in the hall, but no one noticed any aura.

Purple-gold light was released faintly from those eyes.

The magic eye was preoccupied, and just sat down and took a sip of tea.

A voice full of magnetic storms sounded, "Magic Eye, don't you feel that you have too many small movements!"

"What's the matter, it's better than your peeping habit!"

The demon eye suddenly opened his eyes, and those scarlet pupils were full of murderous intent.

"Very well, you are the first person who dares to provoke me here!" The voice of the magnetic storm kept laughing wildly, as if he didn't pay attention to the magic eye at all.

Demon Eye put down the tea set in his hand, and snorted coldly, "Do you think that if you control the Slaughter King, you can control everyone here?"

Facing the threat, the corners of Demon Eye's mouth slightly raised, and the Star-Slaying Demon Blade in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and a wave of star power rippling and went straight to the eyes that hadn't dissipated.

boom!

The faint starlight scattered, and those evil eyes were instantly reduced to ashes.

"The power of the stars? I didn't expect you to have such a powerful attribute of soul power!" The voice of the magnetic storm was full of surprise.

"But it's all in vain. The great evil god will devour the entire Slaughter Capital in the near future! The war in the God Realm cannot be interfered with by you little fellows."

When he heard the word "evil god", the demon eyes finally showed anxiety, panic... various emotions.

Could it be that the enemy facing the capital of killing is a powerful evil god?

Hell Killing Fields!

Unlike in the past, most of the soul masters in Slaughter City came to watch the battle.

"The current scene is even more lively than the night of the birth of the Killing God."

"That's not true, our Hammer God of War has the potential to become the next God of Death."

"Oh, I don't think it may be possible to save his small body."

Among the many voices of admiration, a discordant voice suddenly joined in.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a tall fighter standing on the sidelines, looking at Ye Can on the field with contempt.

Suddenly there was a small discussion around.

"Who is this big guy? He will stand up and talk sarcasticly, and if he refuses to accept it, he will go up and beat him?"

"Fuck me, I'm afraid he's not qualified long ago."

"Hush! Don't you know who he is?" A soldier hurriedly grabbed him and whispered.

"He is the uncrowned king of Hell's Slaughtering Fields. It is said that he has won 98 games in a row at this time, and there are only two games left before he can qualify as a god of killing."

"The Uncrowned King? Why haven't I heard that there is such a person in the Slaughter City?"

"It's normal if you don't know. It's been a year since the last duel of the Uncrowned King. If it weren't for the fact that Hell Field couldn't find a soul master with his strength, he might have become the new God of Death long ago."

"Then he came this time, isn't he going to fight us with a hammer?"

"Then let's talk about..."

The Uncrowned King clasped his hands in front of his chest, and an oppressive aura enveloped his body. It was not a special blessing of martial soul and soul power, but a powerful force rooted in his body.

"Iron Hammer? The name sounds rather interesting except for being a bit rusty." He stood proudly in the corner, but his heart was extremely excited.

After defeating this hammer, the Killing God is his!

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on the ring.

Bang!

The huge hammer fell, and a headless corpse fell to the ground, lying on the bloody ground.

Ye Can, whose breathing was slightly disordered, raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he did not know how many soldiers he had killed.

He only knew that the hammer in his hand was gradually stained red with blood.

"Which one is this? God!" A soldier was already dumbfounded, with a look of astonishment on his face.

You must know that starting after the [-]th round of Hell Field, the strength of both fighters in each round is roughly equal, and Ye Can's physical strength has obviously declined severely.

"...If the calculation is correct, is it the 99th match?"

"Is a new God of Death born? I was lucky enough to see fighters complete 99 duels in the City of Slaughter... I am so lucky."

The soldiers in the audience were discussing cautiously, their hearts beating wildly, waiting for Ye Can to complete the final winning streak at any time, and then cheering non-stop.

Only this time.

The old man in gray clothes walked slowly onto the ring, his eyes were full of fiery light.

He is the host and commentator of Prison Killing Field. He has been here for about fifteen years, and he has never seen such a courageous fighter.

This blood-stained iron hammer smashed the heads of countless soldiers.

The old man whispered: "Hammer Warrior, there is still one duel before you complete the legendary [-]-game winning streak. Considering the physical and energy consumption of your previous duels, we can provide you with special services in the killing field. "

"Uh." Ye Can was stunned for a while, and quickly asked, "Is the service serious?"

The old man chuckled, "You're joking, our killing field is a place of will, and if we want to get anything, we must pay the corresponding price."

"Hey, old man, do you understand the rules?"

"Any killing warrior is not allowed to get support from the outside world. You are not afraid of the rules at this time, and you are biased towards the hammer. Are you kneeling and licking the future killing god? I am a little impatient!"

Several fighters who were very close to the ring stood up and accused in a low voice.

The old man turned his head back with a smirk, and said in a low voice, "Hell Field can provide any service, provided that you have to pay the corresponding price. It's normal for you to not know this rule."

"What? We don't know? You're probably just making up this broken rule."

"Now that the magic-folder is present, you still dare to take care of him..."

"..."

The noise instantly spread to every corner.

The law enforcement officers scattered all over the Hellfield all looked down. The killing capital belongs to their jurisdiction, but there are special rules here that even the king of heaven must abide by.

Xue Meigui stood at the highest point of the hell killing field with a dark face, and she was about to stop it.

The bloody hand was the first to yell at everyone, "This is not a place for you to run wild, if you don't want to see it, get out."

These words worked, and the noise was instantly calmed down.

However, there was a trace of disgust in Xue Meigui's beautiful eyes, and then she returned to her former femininity, and said sarcastically, "Even the devil's eyes dare not be so arrogant, you are so majestic here, Lord Blood Hand!?"

The bloody hand immediately understood the meaning of these words, and immediately knelt on the ground and said humbly: "My lord, I don't intend to offend you."

"I hate people playing prestige and looking like a pitiful villain. Those who are optimistic about you, if something happens to Ye Can today, they will all die."

Bloody and ashamed, "This subordinate understands."

on the ring.

Ye Can's breathing rate gradually calmed down, and the eyes of the old man standing beside him were mixed with other complex expressions.

"What did you say? What is the price of exchange state restoration?"

The old man nodded and replied, "It's your martial soul!"

What?Wuhun?

"The Hell Field provides possibilities for everything. As long as the cost you pay is high enough, the things you get in exchange will be more important; and at this time, the price for restoring the state is that the martial spirit in your body is deprived."

Ye Can heard from his master that there are two very extreme situations of deprivation of the martial soul and rupture of the martial soul.

Among them, the rupture of the martial soul is caused by the abnormal change of the soul master when cultivating his own martial soul, which caused the body to be unable to withstand the power from the martial soul, causing his body to explode.

As for the deprivation of the martial soul, the master only said that he saw it once on the body of an evil soul master.

"It's too bad!" Ye Can murmured, "An ordinary soul master only has one martial soul, and if he is deprived of his martial soul in the hell killing field, isn't he the same as an ordinary person? Or is it not as good as that?" Ordinary people."

"That's in other parts of the Douluo Continent." The old man seemed to have expected Ye Can's reaction, and he still spoke at a leisurely pace, "Except for some people who can use martial arts and soul skills here, most of the others People, as you can see, are restricted by the rules. Wuhun is useless to them."

"But I..." Ye Can wanted to say that labor and management didn't stay here forever, and they were planning to leave these few days.

The old man looked at Ye Can expectantly, and continued to seduce, "When you win a hundred games in a row, the reward you get will be enough for you to live a lifetime of killing."

Ye Can shook his head, "Exchanging the martial soul for a chance to restore the state is indeed very tempting for a warrior who will become a god of death, but you chose the wrong person, and I may not be able to use your thing."

The old man said unwillingly: "If you complete another duel, you will be the new God of Killing in the Killing City! With your current strength, you can't defeat the next opponent at all! Instead of dying in the arena of the killing field in hell , why not exchange your martial soul for a chance to survive. That way you can still be saved."

"Old man, you have been here for so many years, I am afraid you have deceived many people." Ye Can wiped the blood on the handle of the hammer, and replied casually, "It's a pity that you obviously haven't done my sales. back tone."

"What do you mean?" the old man asked with a frown.

"You guys came to kill the capital just to cause you to turn the world upside down. As for this bullshit killing god title, labor and capital are not rare."

"What? You..." The old man's eyes widened, trembling with anger.

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"As a law enforcement officer in the hell killing field, how dare you openly induce soldiers!" A vicissitudes of voice slowly echoed.

This voice... sounds familiar!

The old man suddenly raised his head, his expression suddenly changed, and he saw a man in a black windbreaker not far away.

"Standing in the air? How can he ignore the rules?!"

"This is impossible……"

The soldiers all showed expressions of astonishment. One must know that the Hell Slaughtering Field is a place where all fighters are forbidden to use their martial soul and soul power. Even law enforcement officers must be restrained from the martial soul in their bodies.

And the wind around the man in the black windbreaker was strong, and everyone couldn't see his face clearly, but the blue weapon in his hand was very eye-catching.