Chapter 615 The insane killing king
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Tian Ji Xing Mo
"Snapped!"
With a loud slap in the face, a figure flew out and fell to the ground in a panic.
But the figure quickly knelt obediently and didn't even dare to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth!
Instead, he looked at the figure above in fear.
Killing capital!
A dark and spacious room.
It was an extremely huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals.
These crystals outline a drum tower-like form.
Everything here is dark red except for this chair.
A tall figure sat down on the giant chair.
In the dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only vaguely see that this person was tall and thin.
"Don't think that just because I love you, you can talk nonsense! This slap is a lesson to you!"
The figure below was trembling.
"Great King, I am doing this for your own good, and I am absolutely loyal to you! But this time, the six hell messengers are really too strong. The city of killing cannot accept the appearance of six killing gods at the same time!"
The Slaughter King's voice was extremely cold.
"You think I do? Do you know who sent those six people in? They are two killing gods, two! One of them is the most powerful and strongest person, we... Can’t afford to offend!”
"But, great king, are we just going to watch the six Hell Messengers win one after another?" There was a slight tremor in the voice of the woman in black gauze, not sure if it was because of fear or anxiety.
"You should know that people who pass through the Hell Road can still use soul skills within the scope of the Killing City. Let everything take its course! Although I am not willing to have six more killing gods, I am even less willing to bear the death of that killing god. The anger!”
"After passing the Hell Road, the God of Death can return to the Killing City at any time. The rules of the Hell Killing Fields are that fallen people with more than fifty wins will not meet in the same game. If any God of Death knows this situation. For the capital of hell, it is truly a devastating disaster. In their realm of killing gods, any soul master can resume the use of soul skills. Therefore, the six hell messengers must not be allowed to fight in the same field. , otherwise, no one can save you!"
The Slaughter King's voice was filled with dissatisfaction and frustration.
"Great King, we will not let the Hell Messengers kill each other, but what if they are not as good as others and die in other games?"
"Huh?" The Slaughter King's voice suddenly rose, "What do you mean?"
"I wonder if you have noticed the newcomer called King Shura. His strength can definitely kill the messengers of hell one-on-one. Do you want to start contacting him?"
"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the Slaughter King.
"At least in terms of skills, he is. King Shura seems to be born for the Slaughter City. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even if the title Douluo is in the Slaughter City , It is impossible to kill him without soul skills. I can be sure that there is at least one soul bone in King Shura."
The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, "Then do you think he can kill all the messengers of hell?"
"At least it can kill the fallen messenger, and the others may both suffer losses, or die together!"
The Slaughter King said coldly: "There is no need to touch him."
"Why? Great King, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger?"
The King of Slaughter said coldly: "A few months ago, a guest came. Do you remember?"
"guest?"
"Yes, it's another god of death."
"Could it be that King Shura has something to do with that God of Death?" The cold female voice trembled a little.
The King of Slaughter said calmly: "You guessed it right. In this world, if there is a real threat to the City of Slaughter, it is definitely not the Spirit Hall. It is these Gods of Death, and I cannot offend them."
The cold female voice gasped.
"Great King of Slaughter, if this is the case, then we will let them fight. No matter who dies in the hands of the other, the two killing gods will never let each other go. If..."
Before the words were finished, two blood-red rays of light spewed out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, the surrounding air visibly became viscous, and the strong smell of blood scattered everywhere.
The icy female voice suddenly let out a sharp scream that did not resemble a human being, and in the corner, a protruding body trembled violently.
Blood-red eyes floated in the air, and the King of Slaughter murmured to himself: "Stupid, before that, none of them will let us go!"
"I just hope that under normal circumstances, they won't be able to hold on to a hundred games, let alone pass the Hell Road. Otherwise, seven killing gods will appear at the same time. I'm afraid the disaster of the Killing City will also come."
The girl in black veil also said in horror: "Great King, do we just do nothing and just watch like this? You must know that King Shura is from Haotian Sect, and the others should be from Wuhun Palace. , the same is true for the two Titled Douluo Killing Gods before. They are in opposition to each other. No matter who they are, as long as they die in the hands of the other, then the Wuhun Palace and Haotian Sect behind them will definitely not let each other go! When that time comes, it’s our chance!”
However, after hearing such words, the killing king in the main seat murmured to himself: "Haotian Sect! Haotian Sect?"
"what!"
Suddenly he roared in pain and pressed his head firmly with both hands.
"Get out!"
"You humble mortal!"
"Whoever dares to touch my Haotian Sect, I will destroy his entire family!"
......
brush!
The King of Slaughter stretched out his right hand, and the woman in black gauze was instantly carried by a huge force and came to him.
He put one hand on the black veiled woman's throat and said viciously: "Don't touch Haotian Sect, don't touch him, otherwise..."
Right now!
His hand suddenly let go weakly and hit his head crazily.
"Get out! Get out!"
The woman in black gauze was so frightened by this scene that she hurriedly knelt on the ground and trembled.
She didn't know what happened to her king, but she just thought that her previous words had made him angry.
Seeing the King of Slaughter getting angry there, he kept shouting "Get out!"
She had no choice but to crawl away from the room.
After she left, cries of pain could still be heard in the room.
......
After the woman in black gauze left, she continued to shuttle back and forth in the killing city.
He also casually greeted the guards he met on the road.
It doesn't look like anything special.
At the entrance of the Killing City, a guard in black armor casually threw a corpse out.
......
"According to insider information, the King of Slaughter seems to have a mental problem. It seems that he is about to wake up!"
"Without the suppression of the Shura Demonic Sword, the remaining Rakshasa God's spiritual thoughts are also dissipating. After all, he is an Ultimate Titled Douluo, and he still has strength and foundation!"
"It seems that it won't be long before we can see a scene of affectionate love between grandparents and grandchildren!"
"This will put Nana and the others in danger!"
"No, most of the current Slaughter City is ours! Even if Tang Chen wakes up, he will not be able to control the Slaughter City!"
With a loud slap in the face, a figure flew out and fell to the ground in a panic.
But the figure quickly knelt obediently and didn't even dare to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth!
Instead, he looked at the figure above in fear.
Killing capital!
A dark and spacious room.
It was an extremely huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals.
These crystals outline a drum tower-like form.
Everything here is dark red except for this chair.
A tall figure sat down on the giant chair.
In the dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only vaguely see that this person was tall and thin.
"Don't think that just because I love you, you can talk nonsense! This slap is a lesson to you!"
The figure below was trembling.
"Great King, I am doing this for your own good, and I am absolutely loyal to you! But this time, the six hell messengers are really too strong. The city of killing cannot accept the appearance of six killing gods at the same time!"
The Slaughter King's voice was extremely cold.
"You think I do? Do you know who sent those six people in? They are two killing gods, two! One of them is the most powerful and strongest person, we... Can’t afford to offend!”
"But, great king, are we just going to watch the six Hell Messengers win one after another?" There was a slight tremor in the voice of the woman in black gauze, not sure if it was because of fear or anxiety.
"You should know that people who pass through the Hell Road can still use soul skills within the scope of the Killing City. Let everything take its course! Although I am not willing to have six more killing gods, I am even less willing to bear the death of that killing god. The anger!”
"After passing the Hell Road, the God of Death can return to the Killing City at any time. The rules of the Hell Killing Fields are that fallen people with more than fifty wins will not meet in the same game. If any God of Death knows this situation. For the capital of hell, it is truly a devastating disaster. In their realm of killing gods, any soul master can resume the use of soul skills. Therefore, the six hell messengers must not be allowed to fight in the same field. , otherwise, no one can save you!"
The Slaughter King's voice was filled with dissatisfaction and frustration.
"Great King, we will not let the Hell Messengers kill each other, but what if they are not as good as others and die in other games?"
"Huh?" The Slaughter King's voice suddenly rose, "What do you mean?"
"I wonder if you have noticed the newcomer called King Shura. His strength can definitely kill the messengers of hell one-on-one. Do you want to start contacting him?"
"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the Slaughter King.
"At least in terms of skills, he is. King Shura seems to be born for the Slaughter City. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even if the title Douluo is in the Slaughter City , It is impossible to kill him without soul skills. I can be sure that there is at least one soul bone in King Shura."
The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, "Then do you think he can kill all the messengers of hell?"
"At least it can kill the fallen messenger, and the others may both suffer losses, or die together!"
The Slaughter King said coldly: "There is no need to touch him."
"Why? Great King, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger?"
The King of Slaughter said coldly: "A few months ago, a guest came. Do you remember?"
"guest?"
"Yes, it's another god of death."
"Could it be that King Shura has something to do with that God of Death?" The cold female voice trembled a little.
The King of Slaughter said calmly: "You guessed it right. In this world, if there is a real threat to the City of Slaughter, it is definitely not the Spirit Hall. It is these Gods of Death, and I cannot offend them."
The cold female voice gasped.
"Great King of Slaughter, if this is the case, then we will let them fight. No matter who dies in the hands of the other, the two killing gods will never let each other go. If..."
Before the words were finished, two blood-red rays of light spewed out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, the surrounding air visibly became viscous, and the strong smell of blood scattered everywhere.
The icy female voice suddenly let out a sharp scream that did not resemble a human being, and in the corner, a protruding body trembled violently.
Blood-red eyes floated in the air, and the King of Slaughter murmured to himself: "Stupid, before that, none of them will let us go!"
"I just hope that under normal circumstances, they won't be able to hold on to a hundred games, let alone pass the Hell Road. Otherwise, seven killing gods will appear at the same time. I'm afraid the disaster of the Killing City will also come."
The girl in black veil also said in horror: "Great King, do we just do nothing and just watch like this? You must know that King Shura is from Haotian Sect, and the others should be from Wuhun Palace. , the same is true for the two Titled Douluo Killing Gods before. They are in opposition to each other. No matter who they are, as long as they die in the hands of the other, then the Wuhun Palace and Haotian Sect behind them will definitely not let each other go! When that time comes, it’s our chance!”
However, after hearing such words, the killing king in the main seat murmured to himself: "Haotian Sect! Haotian Sect?"
"what!"
Suddenly he roared in pain and pressed his head firmly with both hands.
"Get out!"
"You humble mortal!"
"Whoever dares to touch my Haotian Sect, I will destroy his entire family!"
......
brush!
The King of Slaughter stretched out his right hand, and the woman in black gauze was instantly carried by a huge force and came to him.
He put one hand on the black veiled woman's throat and said viciously: "Don't touch Haotian Sect, don't touch him, otherwise..."
Right now!
His hand suddenly let go weakly and hit his head crazily.
"Get out! Get out!"
The woman in black gauze was so frightened by this scene that she hurriedly knelt on the ground and trembled.
She didn't know what happened to her king, but she just thought that her previous words had made him angry.
Seeing the King of Slaughter getting angry there, he kept shouting "Get out!"
She had no choice but to crawl away from the room.
After she left, cries of pain could still be heard in the room.
......
After the woman in black gauze left, she continued to shuttle back and forth in the killing city.
He also casually greeted the guards he met on the road.
It doesn't look like anything special.
At the entrance of the Killing City, a guard in black armor casually threw a corpse out.
......
"According to insider information, the King of Slaughter seems to have a mental problem. It seems that he is about to wake up!"
"Without the suppression of the Shura Demonic Sword, the remaining Rakshasa God's spiritual thoughts are also dissipating. After all, he is an Ultimate Titled Douluo, and he still has strength and foundation!"
"It seems that it won't be long before we can see a scene of affectionate love between grandparents and grandchildren!"
"This will put Nana and the others in danger!"
"No, most of the current Slaughter City is ours! Even if Tang Chen wakes up, he will not be able to control the Slaughter City!"
