Chapter 69 The Gaze of King Shura

Since I am not sure whether the dose is too small, the body does not have an obvious reaction.

For safety reasons, Shen Jianxin smiled slightly and turned his attention to the professionals.

"Old man, you know poison best. Help me test whether there is any poison in this."

After hearing Shen Jianxin's plea for help, Dugu Bo suppressed his nausea, dipped a little in the cup with his hand, put it in his mouth and smashed it a few times: "It's not poisonous, it's just extremely disgusting."

Hearing this, Shen Jianxin beamed with joy: "As long as it's not poisonous, it's fine. Although it's a little disgusting, it can strengthen the body."

With that said, Shen Jianxin didn't mind that Dugu Bo had already washed his hands. He picked up the remaining cup of Huangquan Dew on the table and drank it down in one gulp, continuing to refine it silently.

After eating ginseng for two consecutive years, Shen Jianxin has almost developed antibodies to ginseng, and the effect of ginseng on him has significantly declined.

Now that Huang Quanlu has been substituted, this means that after entering the killing city, Shen Jianxin's physical fitness, which has been difficult to improve, will usher in a period of high-speed explosive growth.

After a moment, Shen Jianxin opened his eyes, his pupils were blood red: "I want to enter the killing city!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves. As soon as Shen Jianxin said these words, everyone in the tavern fixed their eyes on Shen Jianxin.

The waiter smiled cruelly: "Yes, customer, service fee, ten cups of Huangquan Dew."

"Ten times?" Shen Jianxin was slightly startled, his blood-red pupils scanning all the guests in the tavern: "But, it's enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tiger Soul Sword appeared in Shen Jianxin's hand. In a flash, Shen Jianxin appeared in front of a scarred man.

Swinging his sword, blood spread all over the ground. Shen Jianxin smiled cruelly: "One cup!"

Killing one person instantly, everyone in the tavern didn't react until they heard Shen Jianxin's cruel report.

There were twenty-three people in the tavern except those who had left early when they saw the situation was bad. Excluding Shen Jianxin and Dugu Bo, there were only twenty-one people left.

According to Shen Jianxin's one-cup calculation, wouldn't he have to kill half of them to get ten cups?

After understanding this, how can the thugs here not be angry?

Except for the one who was killed instantly by Shen Jianxin, seven of the remaining twenty people had a surge of soul power in their bodies and summoned a variety of martial spirits.

The remaining thirteen people were obviously just ordinary people, but they did not hesitate to draw their weapons and glared at Shen Jianxin.

"This is a test, a test given to us by the Killing City. If we kill him, we will all have a chance to enter the Killing City."

I don't know who screamed, and everyone in the tavern had red eyes and rushed towards Shen Jianxin like crazy.

In fact, I don’t know whether it is a test for everyone. Anyway, as long as enough people die, the remaining people will always collect ten cups of underworld dew and step into the "heaven" they dream of.

Of the twenty people, only seven were soul masters, and the most powerful one was just a four-spirited soul sect.

Looking at the people rushing towards him, Shen Jianxin smiled contemptuously and inserted the sword into the floor without any haste. He even had the time to interlock his fingers and move his wrist.

It wasn't until the fastest agility spirit master rushed in front of Shen Jianxin, and was about to insert the dagger into Shen Jianxin's abdomen, and even the joy on the spirit master's face was already apparent, that Shen Jianxin raised his right hand and struck hard Punch down.

"Pfft~" There was a soft sound, Shen Jianxin came first, and his fist penetrated the soul master's chest: "Two cups!"

Shaking off the body in his hand, Shen Jianxin pulled out the tiger soul sword beside him: "Kill!"

With a loud shout, Shen Jianxin didn't even release his soul ring, but with a kick of his feet, he threw himself into the crowd.

[Self-created soul skills, furious slashing]

Figures intertwined, black sword lights flashed across, severed limbs, and rain of blood flying everywhere.

In just three minutes, Shen Jianxin was the only one left standing in the entire tavern.

"Brush!" The black giant sword stopped on the head of the last person who fell down, cutting off a few hairs and creating a gust of sword wind.

Shen Jianxin's eyes were blood red and he was stunned on the spot with blood all over his body: "It seems, is that enough?"

A foul smell spread, and the tavern fell into a brief silence.

"Guests, guests, that's enough."

Hearing the slightly trembling reply from the waiter, Shen Jianxin gently slapped the big man who had peed his pants with the blade of his sword: "I'm glad I still have a bottom line. Go back and change your ways and be a good person."

"Yes, yes, thank you sir for sparing me."

Fortunately, a dog's life was saved. The big man cried with joy and rushed out of the tavern while urinating and crawling.

Dugu Bo said calmly: "If you kill all the people who appear here, there will definitely be innocent ones, but if you kill nine out of ten, there will definitely be some who will slip through the net."

Shen Jianxin nodded and said, "I know."

"But I'm not letting him go, I'm letting myself go."

"Gods and demons only have one thought, and so do heaven and hell. Only by holding on to the final bottom line can we not be completely lost."

Dugubo nodded slightly: "Yes, that makes sense, but I still like to eliminate the roots."

"Uh, ho ho." At this moment, the big man, who had just ran out of the hotel not far away, suddenly foamed at the mouth, pinched his neck with his hands, and fell to the ground.

"Huh~" He let out a light breath, and the color in Shen Jianxin's pupils began to fade away: "It doesn't matter, it's just scum. Twenty is enough. Killing more is just to vent your anger."

The feeling of violence that was suffocating in Shen Jianxin's chest was finally released after he killed twenty people.

Looking at the broken corpses strewn about in the tavern, with severed limbs and blood everywhere, Shen Jianxin, who was killing someone for the first time, only frowned slightly and did not feel the slightest discomfort in his heart.

"Perhaps, I am born to be a murderous person." With a wry smile, Shen Jianxin turned to look at the waiter standing at the bar: "I have troubled you to collect Huangquanlu yourself. Can you open the channel for me now?"

The waiter said respectfully: "For those of you who don't care, leave the rest to us."

As he said this, the service staff pressed a button somewhere, and a black cloverleaf entrance suddenly appeared behind the bar.

"Guest, behind this is the city of killing, please!"

The entrance appeared, and Shen Jianxin suddenly felt that the martial spirit tiger soul sword in his body seemed to vibrate.

With some uncertainty, Shen Jianxin walked to the entrance doubtfully. This time the vibration of the Tiger Soul Sword was more obvious, and it also gave Shen Jianxin a strange feeling of excitement.

Not only that, Shen Jianxin felt that the soul power in his body was a little more active than usual. This feeling was like practicing in a mimicry training ground, but it was better than the mimicry training ground.

[Is this really my mimicry training ground? 】

[Are you kidding me? This is the inheritance place of the Shura God and the Rakshasa God. How could it become someone else's mimicry training ground? 】

Shaking his head, Shen Jianxin instantly gave up his unrealistic delusions. He turned around and glanced at Dugu Bo, who was standing there watching him, and smiled slightly: "It could be as short as two years or as long as three years. I will definitely come back."

"If it times out, then the gentleman's agreement between the guardians will be invalidated."

Dugu Bo was stunned for a moment. He knew what Shen Jianxin meant. After three years, the chance of him coming back would be low.

Knowing that Shen Jian had made up his mind, Dugu Bo stopped trying to persuade him and nodded: "I will wait for you here for a month at this time every year from now on. Take care of it."

"Okay!" Shen Jianxin responded, turned around and disappeared into the dark entrance.

Behind the entrance is a long corridor extending downward. It looks dark from the outside, but there is a faint glimmer of light when entering inside. Although it is weak, it is enough for Shen Jianxin to see clearly ahead.

After walking a few steps forward, Shen Jianxin felt the cold breath blowing continuously on his body, which instantly aroused the instinctive resistance of the indestructible body.

Shen Jianxin opened the bow without looking back. Shen Jianxin, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, still strode forward without any fear.

【Three can go, I can go too! 】

When Shen Jianxin walked one thousand five hundred and sixty-six steps in the darkness, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions.

"Welcome to the City of Killing. This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get everything you want, at the cost of your life."

"Huh?"

At the same time, God King Shura, who was far away in the God Realm, seemed to sense something. He let out a light sigh and used his divine power to cast a glance at the killing capital of Douluo Continent.

"What kind of martial spirit is this? Such pure killing intent!"