Chapter 319 God should look like God.
In the dark and gloomy city of killing, the strong smell of blood permeates the air, as if even the wind is stained with bloodthirsty colors.
Suddenly, a sharp figure broke through the air, like a lone boat in a sea of blood, breaking through the darkness and appearing in everyone's sight.
This is a man in a blood-stained robe.
He was tall, with long hair fluttering in the wind, and his blood-stained robe seemed to blend in with the bloody atmosphere around him.
A pair of deep and cold eyes, like an abyss, swallowing everything around them.
"Fuck! Who is this guy?"
"He suddenly appeared and scared me!"
A burly man with a face full of flesh said swearingly.
"It looks like he's not someone you'd want to mess with..."
"Bah! Even if he is a Titled Douluo, he still has to abide by the rules here!"
A thin, dwarf-like old man sneered.
"Hehehe, you're right! In my opinion, the Bloody Mary made with this guy's blood is absolutely the best of the best!"
Another gloomy man licked his long tongue, his narrow eyes flashing with malicious intent.
The greedy glances coming from all directions did not cause the evil-looking man in the blood-stained robe to show any sign of fluctuation on his face.
"Ants."
He said calmly, his voice cold and contemptuous, like an ice pick piercing everyone's heart.
"Bang bang..."
While the fallen were still whispering.
An incomparably powerful force suddenly descended!
This force was like a violent storm, squeezing their bodies madly.
Before they even had time to react, they felt their bodies being ruthlessly torn apart by a huge force.
There were no shrill screams. In just a moment, all these gossiping degenerates were blown into a bloody mist, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
The fallen ones who survived the disaster had their eyes wide open like copper bells, filled with disbelief and their minds extremely shocked.
They stood there like statues struck by lightning, motionless, only their hearts beating wildly as if they were about to jump out of their chests. Their eyeballs moved with the movements of the blood-stained robed man, and they only breathed a sigh of relief when he completely disappeared from their sight.
"What kind of monster has come again?"
"The man in white from last time seemed to be much worse than this guy..."
"Yeah, I didn't even see how he did it...these people just..."
For a while.
These depraved people who like to take advantage of others' unpreparedness and kill others all ignore what they want to do subconsciously, and their faces and hearts are filled with worries as thick as water.
The arrival of a monster is not a good thing for them!
I'm afraid there will be major changes at the top of the food chain!
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On the Killing Throne.
The killing messenger who had guided Yuan Qingtian in the past was leaning leisurely, with a hint of laziness on his pretty face.
Since the death of the King of Slaughter, her life has been so leisurely.
No more worries, no more worrying about "performance"...
Oh, it's wonderful~
"A cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest?"
"interesting."
There was a sound of laughter and chatter filled with sarcasm.
"Who?"
The Killing Messenger's expression turned stern, and he immediately straightened his posture.
I saw a man in a blood-stained robe walking slowly towards me.
Every step she took was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart hard.
"You...you are..."
"what!"
The Messenger of Slaughter frowned, and suddenly let out a scream, then fell off the throne with his head in his hands. He curled up like a worm, with an expression of inexplicable pain on his face.
what happened?
What is going on? !
Who is he? !
The confusion in her heart was like a raging wave, sweeping over her layer by layer.
“Although the meaning is different, it’s not something you can just sit on.”
The blood-stained robed man reached out and stroked the Killing Throne, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
Just like Poseidon created Poseidon Island.
The City of Slaughter was also created by him.
So many years have passed, and now that I have returned to my hometown, I naturally feel a little moved.
However, he quickly suppressed those emotions that shouldn't have appeared on his face.
God should look like God.
He sat down gently, his eyes cast lightly on the Messenger of Slaughter who was still wailing and struggling.
"You were the one who guided him, right?"
The Killing Messenger squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You...what are you talking about...I...I don't understand..."
The shadow of death brought by the blood-robed man enveloped her tightly, arousing in her an extremely strong desire to survive.
The King of Slaughter finally died. She had been servile and toiling for so long, and she hadn't even enjoyed herself. How could he die? !
No!
Absolutely not!
I haven't returned to the outside world yet, I absolutely cannot die here!
The man in the blood-stained robe knew that he would not be able to get anything out of the question if he continued like this, so he snapped his fingers lightly.
For an instant.
The Killing Messenger's brain, which was about to explode, seemed to have its fuse cut off.
saved...
She was like a poor dog, her body covered in blood and dust. She was almost lying on the ground, breathing in the fresh air in big gulps.
It took her a while to recover.
"What do you want to know?"
She looked at the blood-stained robe man with some fear.
"All."
The man in the blood-stained robe smiled easily, as if nothing had happened.
The Slaughter Messenger's heart sank, and he asked tentatively, "Are you here to avenge the King of Slaughter?"
She felt that the purpose of this mysterious man's visit must be related to the young man in white.
"Oh?"
"What is the reason for this?"
The blood-stained robe man raised his lips slightly with interest, with an indescribable evil...
Do not!
It’s better to say it’s the real evil!
"This guy..."
The Killing Messenger became even more fearful. He swallowed and forced himself to calm down.
The blood-stained robe man's eyes flickered slightly.
He didn't expect that the Killing Messenger would have such a character.
I can still remain calm in front of him.
Should I say it or not...
She is worthy of being the guide of his chosen successor!
That's right!
The man in the blood-stained robe was none other than the Asura God who came from the lower world.
then.
He learned all kinds of news related to Yuan Qingtian from the Killing Messenger.
"Some time ago, a new group of evil soul masters entered the Slaughter City."
"I also learned about this from them. After all, I can't leave here..."
As she spoke the latter part, a rare gloomy look crossed her face.
"Martial Spirit Empire?"
"Emperor Qingtian?"
"Haha~ you're quite domineering."
"Yes, it suits my personality very well!"
God Shura thought for a moment and then stood up.
"Let's go."
The Killing Envoy was stunned for a moment, "Where to?"
"go out."
The Killing Messenger's pupils dilated and he shook his head hurriedly, "No!"
"I still have to maintain the order of the Killing City. I can't leave here."
Asura God paused and glanced back at her, "Order?"
Then, in the extremely astonished eyes of the Messenger of Slaughter, a blood shadow separated from him.
Then, the blood shadow gradually solidified, and its appearance became exactly the same as his.
The clone strolled to the Killing Throne leisurely and sat down calmly.
"That's all right now."
The Messenger of Slaughter nodded woodenly, his inner turmoil persisting and even showing signs of intensifying.
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