Chapter 77 The Killing God Realm

Time passed quickly between killings. Crossing his knees in his dilapidated hut, Shen Jianxin felt waves of icy chills all over his body.

The huge blood-red evil aura and the red murderous aura condensed into substance were intertwined and swirled crazily around Shen Jianxin's body, deeply affecting him.

It has been almost three years since I came here, and I am only one game away from winning a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Fields. However, Shen Jianxin found that the closer he got to the final victory, the closer he was to the edge of collapse.

In three years, more than ten thousand degenerates died in his hands. Although those people were evil and degenerate people, they were also living beings.

Every time he cut off the head of a fallen person, Shen Jianxin would feel the evil aura on his body, and the murderous intention deep in his heart would become stronger.

And these evil auras and murderous auras were constantly affecting him invisibly.

In the early days, with the blessing of Jianxin, Shen Jianxin lived in the killing city for two years and killed more than a thousand people, but the rising murderous intent had no impact on him.

But not long after his eighty-game winning streak, he suddenly felt that the pressure on him from the outside world had doubled, as if the entire Killing City had a deep malice towards him.

Those desperadoes who were afraid of his strength before, somehow ended up fighting against him.

As long as he goes out, he will definitely encounter continuous assassinations. Every time he goes back and forth between the Hell Killing Fields and his hut, he has to kill hundreds of desperate desperadoes before he can get through.

And when he was hiding in his hut to rest, he had to face unscheduled sneak attacks and unexpected traps all the time.

Although there is speculation that this may be a backstab from the King of Slaughter, Shen Jianxin, who clearly knows the reality of the King of Slaughter, can do nothing about it.

I have no choice but to bury this account deep in my heart and wait for the next day to report it.

As for these annoying flies, Shen Jianxin could only kill to stop killing and use violence to combat violence.

When she first felt that something was wrong with her situation, Shen Jianxin only felt that she would occasionally show bloodthirsty emotions. But as time went on, the murderous aura became more and more obvious, and Shen Jianxin himself was on the verge of losing control.

It's as if he wants to kill any living creature he sees. Killing anyone at random is as simple as crushing an ant.

Until a month ago, when Shen Jianxin completed the ninety-nine Hell Killing Fields games, he encountered an unprecedented interception.

That was when hundreds of fallen people swarmed forward, including many strong men with Soul Saint and Contra levels.

That time, the murderous intention in Shen Jianxin's body completely went berserk.

That time, he didn't know when or how he returned to his cabin.

That day, the entire atmosphere of the Killing City changed.

The entire inner city was rarely quiet for a day, and the streets of the inner city, which used to be chaotic and disorderly, unexpectedly showed polite behaviors of mutual humility.

But Shen Jianxin, who caused all this, is sitting at home and has not been out for a month.

As time passed, the fallen in the inner city of the Killing City all speculated that this extremely powerful black swordsman should have been seriously injured in that battle, and now most likely died at home.

But the speculation is just a guess. Regarding Shen Jianxin's exaggerated record of one man fighting an army, no one dares to go to his house to find out.

After all, no one has figured out what happened until now, that blood-red explosion that spread hundreds of meters and destroyed countless houses.

Although some people speculate that the Black Swordsman must have understood something and learned to use soul skills, which allowed him to unleash such an exaggerated attack.

But that big explosion directly annihilated everyone within 50 meters, and all the people within 500 meters of the outer circle were attacked by unknown energy, and their meridians were severely damaged and passed out.

Therefore, until now, no one knows what the secret of the Black Swordsman is.

Of course Shen Jianxin didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

After he returned home that day and woke up, he realized that the murderous aura he had forcibly suppressed in his body had completely gone berserk. As long as he had the slightest intention to relax the suppression, he would immediately lose control of his hands and would not stop until he cut something. It will be more comfortable.

And all the soul power and blood energy in his body have been exhausted.

It was because his body was already extremely weak that after he relaxed his control, he only chopped down some furniture and calmed down.

Otherwise, with his level of violence, he would definitely not give up without another big bloody explosion.

You must know that after three years of underworld dew refining, his current physical strength is not weaker than the strength of Soul Douluo, and the majestic blood energy in his body is enough to compare with the soul power strength of ordinary soul saints. .

The blood power of the Soul Saint level, coupled with his own soul power of level 49, and imitating his fourth soul skill, exploded in an instant, and its power can be imagined.

What's more, the resistance of soul masters to blood energy is very low, so it is not surprising that they can achieve such results.

It is worth mentioning that after arriving in the Killing City, Shen Jianxin's own soul power became extremely active. This allowed him to maintain a speed of two levels a year in the soul sect realm during frequent battles.

And his own Soul Saint-level blood energy was also the result of Huang Quanlu. Although he also felt that his blood energy had begun to become mixed at this time, the amount was increasing rapidly.

He thought that he would slowly purify after leaving the killing city, but he didn't expect that it was this mixed blood energy that saved his life this time.

Later, after simply recovering to have the strength to fight, Shen Jianxin felt that before he could achieve Yum Victory, he must first understand the realm of the God of Death.

Otherwise, let alone fighting, if he loses himself again, he may not be able to wake up again.

At that time, it is impossible to say that he will stay here forever and spend the rest of his life drinking and singing with this bad old man Tang Chen. How long will his life be?

The two successors of the Shura God had almost the same fate. They were brothers, but they were suddenly several generations older.

Shen Jianxin, who did not want to be a prince, had to step up his efforts to understand his own murderous intention and understand his own realm of murder, so as to break out of this prison and return to normal life.

At this time, Shen Jianxin, who was sitting cross-legged in the hut, was completely immersed in his own world.

It was an extremely special world, surrounded by blood red, and all energy such as soul power and blood energy could not be sensed.

In this blood-red world, Shen Jianxin couldn't use any strength in his whole body, and the only feeling he felt was coldness.

Countless blood-colored airflows around him kept moving in and out of his body. He only felt endless coldness gathering in his body, and countless coldnesses being released from his body.

In that bloody world, Shen Jianxin could only bear the horrific pain alone.

Cold and lonely, it seems to freeze the soul.

The cold feeling that shouldn't have appeared still appeared.

That was not a real temperature change, but the chill brought by the murderous aura.

The purest killing energy quickly invaded Shen Jianxin's body. Every time it invaded, Shen Jianxin trembled.

When the coldness gradually stiffened his heart, his consciousness began to quietly fade away along with his consciousness.

In a daze, Shen Jianxin saw a sword.

A large sword that was completely black with bloody inscriptions engraved on the sword's spine.

The blood-colored inscriptions flashed crazily, and Shen Jianxin seemed to have understood something in these flashing inscriptions.

"Kill~roar~"

A terrifying roar suddenly exploded in Shen Jianxin's mind, and Shen Jianxin's consciousness instantly returned to the bloody world.

At this time, in the bloody world, besides Shen Jianxin, the Tiger Soul Sword also appeared.

The blood-colored inscription on the sword body shines crazily, and every time it shines, it is like being swallowed by a glutton, and large tracts of blood are sucked into the inscription.

The murderous and evil aura surrounding Shen Jianxin from the outside world was like a sparrow returning to its nest, rushing into Shen Jianxin's body crazily, and then calmed down.

"Bang bang bang."

I don't know how much time passed, but Shen Jianxin was suddenly awakened by a polite knock on the door.

The murderous intention that Shen Jianxin had withdrawn into his body suddenly burst out, and a bloody light suddenly erupted from Shen Jianxin's body.

The small hut suddenly became as cold as frost. Under the pressure of murderous intent, the air almost solidified, and the smell of blood spread invisibly from Shen Jianxin.

"Who?" Shen Jianxin asked in a deep voice.

"it's me."

The beautiful sound of a lark sounded, instantly bringing back long-standing memories of Shen Jianxin.