Chapter 182 The road to hell opens

The King of Slaughter just waved his hand lightly, and the entire audience fell into a boiling excitement, as if he were a demon, especially his scarlet eyes, which were simply captivating.

The Slaughter King said in an unusually low voice: "I am very happy. I have witnessed the birth of a powerful warrior in the Slaughter City. The Demon Dragon contestant has excited everyone with his powerful strength and terrifying murderous aura."

The fallen fell into madness: "Dragon, dragon,..."

Everyone seemed to be shouting hysterically, as if they were tireless. Even Yang Ping'an seemed to be greatly bewitched.

Of course, in the entire hell killing field, Tang San also seemed relatively calm at this moment. After all, he had a head soul bone, and with the cultivation of the Purple Demon Eye, his mental power could basically be said to exceed that of most people on the scene.

Tang San's face was extremely gloomy at the moment. It had been almost half a year since he entered the City of Slaughter. He had experienced dozens of hell killing matches, but he could still remain clear-headed.

However, after observing him from many angles, Tang San felt that this Demon Dragon contestant looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, especially his claws, which looked a bit like Yang Ping'an in the Soul Master Competition.

However, in comparison, this magic dragon player is much stronger than Yang Ping'an. Not only can he make his arms completely transformed into dragons, but he also has various hidden moves on his hands. In particular, his pair of dragon claws can actually perform sword moves. It is a bit incredible, and even more wonderful than the Tang Sect world in his previous life.

But the body shape of the Magic Dragon player is quite different from that of Yang Ping'an. He looks much taller, especially with his golden hair and beard on his chin, which makes him look much older than Yang Ping'an.

Not to mention that in terms of soul power, Yang Pingan is basically on par with himself. You know, back in the Soul Master Competition, his soul power was four levels higher than Yang Pingan. Tang San didn't quite believe that Yang Pingan's improvement was faster than his.

Just when Tang San was puzzled, the King of Slaughter continued: "Demon Dragon, your strength is very good. To commend your achievements, I can make an exception and grant you the title of God of Slaughter. At the same time, I will allow you to enter and exit the Slaughter City freely, and you will be employed as a guest official of my Slaughter City."

Yang Pingan just smiled faintly: "Thank you for your care, King of Slaughter, but I still hope to get out of the Slaughter City with my own strength. Please open the road to hell for me, King of Slaughter."

The King of Slaughter was stunned: "Demon Dragon, you know that the road to hell is extremely dangerous. Even you will only survive a narrow escape."

Yang Pingan showed a resolute look: "Thank you for your concern, King of Slaughter. I still want to rely on my own strength to become a true God of Slaughter. Please help me open the road to hell."

As Yang Ping'an finished speaking, everyone at the scene cheered: "Hell Road, Hell Road..."

Obviously, no one at the scene had ever seen the Hell Road opened, so they had no idea how great the loss would be after the Hell Road was opened, and they were even less aware that sacrifices were needed to open the Hell Road.

The King of Slaughter looked at Yang Ping'an's expression and knew very well that Yang Ping'an came to the City of Slaughter just for experience, or he knew that Yang Ping'an came to the City of Slaughter just to obtain the domain of the God of Killing.

After all, before Yang Ping'an entered the City of Slaughter, the Spirit Hall Pope Bibi Dong had already come to say hello. Originally, the King of Slaughter thought that Yang Ping'an was a talent cultivated by the Spirit Hall and did not care too much about him.

But the result was just the opposite. In just two years, Yang Ping'an had achieved a hundred victories. In particular, Yang Ping'an was extremely fast in close combat, had endless means of attack, and had mastered the use of poison. Even if more people besieged him, they could not kill Yang Ping'an.

In the later period, due to the rules of the Slaughter City, Bibi Dong's face, and the Spirit Hall behind Yang Ping'an, Yang Ping'an finally achieved a hundred victories. At this moment, after the King of Slaughter recruited him twice in a row, Yang Ping'an completely ignored him and headed for the Hell Road.

Finally, the King of Slaughter said coldly: "Well, since you insist on doing it, I will open the road to hell for you. I hope you won't regret it."

As the King of Slaughter finished speaking, a red light emanated from his body. The light passed over Yang Ping'an and enveloped everyone in the Hell Killing Field.

Yang Ping'an only felt that the atmosphere was chilly and as if it was filled with evil, while the spectators in the Hell Killing Field continued to cheer. After all, they also wanted to see what it would be like when the Hell Road was opened.

But as the red light fell, it seemed to have infinite magic power, and everyone became extremely crazy. Then screams were heard, as if they had seen a great terror.

Even Tang San's mind seemed to be sinking gradually at this moment, as if he was falling into hell. All the soul power in his body was out of control, as if he was going crazy. Even the Xuantian Gong and the head soul bone were no longer of any use at this moment.

As screams rang out from the scene, countless people began to abuse themselves crazily, and blood began to stain the entire hell killing field, as if entering the real hell.

As time went on, more and more blood appeared in the audience seats, and all the blood gradually gathered together and merged into the arena of the Hell Killing Field.

Although this red light made Yang Ping'an feel great pressure, it was obviously not directed at him.

As time went by, dents appeared on the originally smooth ring. All the dents came together to form a giant bat, and this bat was blood red.

Then, the entire arena began to collapse slowly. Except for the huge bat, Yang Pingan seemed to lose weight and his whole body fell down.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something and looked back at Tang San in the audience. You know, to open the road to hell, all the audience must be sacrificed, and almost no one can escape.

Tang San was obviously in great pain, as if his entire body and soul power were about to be drained. At this critical moment, Yang Pingan actually saw a black figure in tattered clothes.

Although Yang Ping'an only caught a quick glimpse, he was very clear that the man was Tang Hao. It seemed that Tang San was not going to die this time. He slowly began to fall and even gradually lost consciousness.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Yang Ping'an slowly began to wake up. This was a small platform about five meters in radius, which looked a bit like an ancient altar.

The area surrounding the platform was filled with a blood-red aura, and outside the platform was a bottomless abyss, which looked extremely eerie and terrifying.

There is a small path no more than half a foot wide leading out of the platform, which is also the only way out of the entire platform.

Yang Ping'an calmed himself down and walked towards the path without saying a word. Time was running out and he had to get out of the Hell Road as soon as possible, otherwise it would be even more dangerous later.

(End of this chapter)