Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 551

(two more)

It was still the same small town, that narrow corridor.

Yang Ming walked to the end of the corridor without much effort.

"Welcome to the Capital of Slaughter. This is the capital of hell, a world full of slaughter. Here...uh, why are you here again?"

Before Scott finished speaking, he seemed to recognize Yang Ming, and his pupils shrank into needles. He almost stopped breathing, opened his mouth wide, and exclaimed:

"The City of Slaughter has always been able to enter and exit, unless it is possible to become a God of Killing through the road of hell. Is it possible...Could it be that you have become a God of Killing? A minor Killing God, what are you kidding? I should Could it be that you haven't woken up yet?"

Yang Ming ignored the one hundred and one knights in black armor in front of him, and walked straight forward.

For the current Yang Ming, the one hundred and one people in front of him are just bigger ants. If they block the way without understanding, they will be crushed to death.

Scott wanted to stop Yang Ming from asking what happened, but when his eyes met Yang Ming's ancient and calm eyes, for some reason, Yang Ming didn't exude any killing intent, but Scott didn't feel it. A bone-piercing cold rose, and the whole person seemed to be naked in the ice and snow, and his hands and feet were numb.

It wasn't until a long time after Yang Ming left that his subordinates found Scott frozen in place as if petrified, so they stepped forward and asked:

"Head, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Scott recover from the deathly cold, subconsciously shuddered, and tremblingly said:

"No, nothing."

Looking melodiously at the back that was fading away, Scott muttered in a low voice with a voice that only he could hear:

"The sky of the killing capital is about to change."

Returning to the capital of killing, looking at the huge black city in front of me, nothing seems to have changed. The thick black city wall is extremely wide, and there is no one patrolling the city wall. A purple moon hangs above the city, projecting the whirling moonlight .

The pitch-black city gate gave people an extremely depressing feeling. On the huge city gate, hung the words "Slaughter Capital".

In front of the door, two rows of black-armored warriors stood there quietly. The commentator who once had a relationship with Yang Ming, the woman in black veil recognized Yang Ming at a glance, and also understood that the The young man wanted by the King of Slaughter with a lot of money has crossed the road to hell and become a new generation of killing god.

He didn't go far away, but chose to return to the capital of killing, is he going to take revenge on the great king?

The beautiful eyes of the girl in black gauze looked complicatedly at the young man who was getting closer and closer, and her voice was crisp and clear, like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate, and said:

"You shouldn't have come back."

"But I came anyway."

Yang Ming raised his eyelids, and saw two rows of black-armored warriors raising their weapons in unison. They belonged to the law enforcement team. Although their average strength was not strong, they were only soul masters of the soul sect, but because they could use soul rings Because of this, it has always been used to guard the gate of the Slaughter Capital in the past.

Without any words or any contact, two rows of black-armored warriors released their martial souls, and multiple soul rings embedded on their bodies lit up one by one.

But all of this did not stop Yang Ming from moving forward.

One step, two steps, is the pace of the devil.

The girl in black gauze looked at the two rows of black-armored warriors strangely, wondering why they didn't make a move.

Yang Ming passed by the group of them, and the black-armored warriors seemed to be like sculptures, each of them stunned.

They didn't move until Yang Ming stepped through the gate calmly.

As the envoy of the King of Slaughter, the girl in black gauze was a little anxious, she pushed the nearest black armored warrior, and blamed:

"Hey, you guys are moving!"

As if in response to the black-veiled girl, the black-armored warrior's head rolled down from his neck, the cut was extremely smooth, and a fountain of blood splashed directly on the black-veiled girl's face.

It's just that the girl in black gauze no longer has the time to care about such details.

Because, as the head of the black-armored warrior fell to the ground, two rows of other black-armored warriors stepped into his end one by one.

For a moment, the head rolled to the ground.

Only the girl in black gauze was left standing under the bloody fountain, her face was pale and her eyes were dull.

"When exactly did he kill them?"

The black gauze girl's head was blank, and the corner of her mouth was full of wry smiles. She didn't even see how Yang Ming made a move or how to withdraw his move, which had far surpassed her cognitive ability.

Meimou stared blankly at Yang Ming's tall back. The girl in black gauze knew that the other party only let her go because of the fact that she had met him once.

It's just that, as the envoy of the Slaughter King, she failed to intercept Yang Ming. With the personality of the Slaughter King, she would never forgive a loser.

Silently taking out the dagger, the black-veiled girl directly stabbed it into her chest without a trace of nostalgia.

Falling dejectedly in a pool of blood, the black-veiled girl murmured:

"Will he be the existence that ends the killing capital?"

No one answered her question, the temperature of the body gradually became cold, and her consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

With Yang Ming's spiritual sense, he is naturally aware of the changes that happened behind him, and he has already shown mercy, but everyone has their own ambitions, and the other party wants to die, so why should he keep the other party?

Except for a slight sigh, Yang Ming quickened his pace a lot.

The outer city of the killing capital was as deserted as ever. Except for those half-dead hanging in the outer city and selling blood to survive, I didn't see a single normal person.

The Slaughter City has a large area, and it takes more than half an hour to walk from the outer city to the inner city, even with Yang Ming's foot strength.

Yang Ming was a little impatient, so he simply unfolded the soul ring. Amidst the exclamation of a large group of people around him, Yang Ming used the flying soul skill to gallop directly to the inner city.

As Yang Ming passed all the way, people in the outer city looked up one after another, watching Yang Ming's soul ring undisguisedly revealed in astonishment. Thinking of the legend about the god of killing that has been circulating in the city of killing, many people were excited. I can't help myself, and I don't know what to be excited about.

Ignoring the exclamation of the moths below, Yang Ming flew directly over the mottled walls of the inner city.

Compared with the group of funny people in the outer city, the inner city was more hostile because of killing each other. When the gangsters in the inner city saw Yang Ming flying in the sky, they thought of nothing else, and immediately picked up the weapons around them as hidden weapons , Throwing towards Yang Ming, I don't know who gave them the courage.

"Humph!"

Yang Ming's eyes turned cold. Before the murderers who dared to attack him could react, they were cut in half by the sword. No one even saw when Yang Ming made the sword.

Fear because of the unknown!

Even the daring thugs in the inner city were all silent at this time.

(End of this chapter)