Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 319 The capital of slaughter!
After sending Gu Yuena away, Tang Ling lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but soon, he opened them helplessly, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

The strong smell of blood made Tang Ling's brows furrowed. The Eye of Heaven looked at the thick black mist and the dense blood-red threads on the perverts' bodies in the black mist, and bit his lip hard.

Those blood-red silk threads are karma. Every time an ordinary person is killed in his hand, there will be such blood-red silk threads on his body.

In fact, in a world where force is paramount, there are definitely not a few such people, and even every strong person is covered with this kind of causal thread. This is the pain of being an ordinary person.Life and death are not in one's control, this feeling is definitely not comfortable, but this is the fate of ordinary people.

"Ming prison." Tang Ling gritted his teeth, looking at the man with red eyes in the thick black mist who was rushing towards him like a beast.

"Hehehehe, Diyan, their fate is to die sooner or later, and sooner or later they will die. Why don't you let me use the waste and put you in trouble!" Ming Prison's cold voice was full of sarcasm.

"I won't let you get what you want." Tang Ling folded his hands on his abdomen, his eyes were cold and indifferent, completely ignoring the attack that was about to hit him, and he spoke a few words slowly with his thin lips parted. "Zen, samadhi, seal!"

Invisible ripples rippled from the overlapping of the hands, and the attacker was immediately fixed in place. The closest attack to Tang Ling was a skeleton claw, which was about to stab Tang Ling in the eye within a few centimeters.

"Everyone has their own life. Even if they deserve to die, they shouldn't die in my hands." Tang Ling avoided the claws in front of him, and walked towards the depths of the black mist step by step. With every step, there would be golden ripples on the soles of his feet It will be rippling.

"Di Yan, you are so hypocritical!" Ming Prison's voice remained unchanged, still full of sarcasm. "It's just a group of ants! If you die, you die! Didn't you accidentally kill too few?"

"I've never denied this, whether it was before or now." Tang Ling slowly raised his hand, and slowly clenched his fair and slender hand, streams of golden light converged on his fist, and the bright golden light shone in the still dark world so dazzling.

"Ming Yu, do you really understand him?" Tang Ling questioned from the depths of his soul.

"Heh, we were born at the same time, no one knows you better than me!"

"Then do you know when his relationship was born?" Tang Ling didn't give Ming Yu time to answer, but whispered: "You don't know! I'm afraid even he doesn't know!"

"You just want to use these rhetoric to resolve our grievances? Oh, it's ridiculous." Ming Prison said disdainfully, but his voice was no longer so sure.

"Ming Yu, all the grievances between us will be resolved sooner or later. This is an inevitable result, and I will not escape." Tang Ling let out a slight breath and said in a slightly cold voice.

The black mist fluctuated violently, and after a cold snort sounded, there was no sound from Ming Prison again, as if it had never appeared before.

Bright golden light suddenly erupted from Tang Ling's fist, and streaks of golden light broke through the barrier of the black mist, purifying the extreme yin power on them.

Originally, Tang Ling didn't bother to spend such effort to expel the Yin power from a group of humans who were not as good as animals. His power could easily destroy such a place, but if he killed them, it would change a lot in the future.

They were deported to this place, and without this place, more ordinary people outside would be harmed.

Tang Ling was very clear about the pros and cons.

"Wuhundian is a very good organization." Tang Ling glanced at the group of people who were lying on the ground, and stepped forward into the waves.

Of course, Tang Ling didn't go back. Instead, he went deeper into the capital of killing, where the King of Slaughter was. This guy was very lucky. His place was the only place that wasn't enveloped by the power of extreme yin.

At this time, the King of Slaughter does not look like a person who has mastered a land of gods' inheritance at all. His blood-red long hair is vertical to his shoulders, his face is pale and bloodless, and his strange red lips show two fangs. A pair of blood-red bat wings hung behind him, and he looked like a bat as a whole, or a half-human, half-bat monster that failed to transform.

The strong smell of blood penetrated into the tip of Tang Ling's nose, his brows were furrowed, and he stared at the King of Slaughter and let out a cold snort: "Brute who doesn't even have a body, dare to put on a show in front of me, get out!"

"Squeak!!" The Slaughter King who was sitting high on the blood-red throne suddenly let out a scream, and was instantly wiped out by the extreme yang power contained in Tang Ling's voice.

Almost shortly after the death of the Nine-Headed Bat King, the body of the Slaughter King shed a layer of blood-stained red clothes, a smear of blood appeared on his pale face, and his long blood-red hair also turned black.

"Cough, cough, cough!" A hoarse cough came out of the Slaughter King's mouth, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort to raise his lowered eyelids, looking at the only living person present.

Tang Ling raised his hand, and the power of extreme yang condensed in his palm and fell into the body of the Slaughter King.

The slightly emaciated figure also became strong again, the eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray also became brighter, and the dying breath became more and more violent.

Almost at the moment when the Slaughter King had fully recovered, a simple yet murderous voice suddenly sounded in the Slaughter King's mind.

"Congratulations on completing the eighth test of the Asura Divine Examination!
Mortal dust refines the heart!

Obtained a 15.00% Affinity to the God of Shura!The total affinity is 80.00% five!

Obtain the super artifact Shura Excalibur! "

Tang Ling glanced at the Slaughter King. He knew that he had unintentionally helped others with chores, so he said in a deep voice, "If you are in charge of a Slaughterland, you should do what the controller should do, otherwise I don't mind Let someone else be the one in charge."

The Slaughter King suppressed the excitement in his eyes, stood up from his seat, bowed slightly and said, "I know what to do."

The Nine-Headed Bat King is dead, but his memory has been fused and absorbed by him. Knowing that the one in front of him is someone he can't afford to offend, someone rescued him, but in the end he gave him a hammer instead?The Slaughter King couldn't do such a thing.

What's more, his ninth test will be held in this place, and being the master is beneficial but harmless.

Tang Ling nodded, and took a strange look at the Slaughter King. His body disappeared completely into the void.

"The Ninth Test of the God of Shura is now open!
Blood hell!
Take charge of the killing capital and make it a purgatory for all soul masters who deserve it!
The deadline for the divine examination is one year!
Reward Shura God Affinity 15.00%!
Reward the God of Shura! "

(End of this chapter)