The odd number of Douluo

Chapter 304 Hell Killing Field
The two nodded, and then looked around.

It seems that there will never be bright sunlight shining in here, and it seems that this place will always be in the midst of killing, and the place without sunlight is the territory of darkness.

So all the evils of human nature such as killing, ravaging, cruelty, and ferocity breed here.

Tang San glanced around, then nodded calmly, although the Slaughter City was much crueler than he imagined, it was not beyond his expectations.

However, for Zhao Xuan, there was something wrong with this capital of killing.

According to the Lord of Illusion, this city of slaughter belongs to the God of Shura. Although the God of Shura sounds like an evil god, in fact he is an out-and-out righteous god.

How could a place where an upright god inherits the gods become a paradise and hotbed of evil?

What surprised Zhao Xuan even more was that here, he also found the aura belonging to the God of Rakshasa. Although this aura was hidden deeply and faintly, it filled the entire Slaughter City.

"What exactly is going on?"

Zhao Xuan pursed his lips and frowned slightly, feeling that things were becoming more and more complicated.

"Guest, do you have any doubts?"

Zhao Xuan's frown caught the attention of the girl in black gauze beside him. She turned her head to look at him and asked calmly.

Turning his head to look at her, Zhao Xuan's frowning brows relaxed, and he said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, you should tell me about this capital of killing."

The girl nodded lightly, and then said: "As you can see, this is just the outer city of the killing capital. It cannot be called the real killing capital, and it is even called a garbage dump by the people in the inner city."

"The real killing is in the inner city. There are constant killings in the inner city. Even on the main street, there is a possibility of death at any time. The conditions there are not comparable to here. However, if you want to survive in the inner city, you must ensure that you In addition to the fact that your life will not be taken by others, you must pass the baptism of the killing field of hell once a year."

"The killing field in hell is like the fighting spirit field outside, but there is only one winner in every game in the killing field."

"The reason why these people from the outside world are called garbage is because they escaped the baptism of the killing field of hell."

"If these people want to survive, they have to contribute two cups of Bloody Mary every month, and everything in the inner city also uses Bloody Mary as currency."

The woman said a lot in one breath, and it can be summed up in a few simple words, that is, the city of killing may die at any time, and only strong strength can save itself.Similarly, you can enjoy more with strength.

"What about the conditions for leaving the City of Slaughter?" Zhao Xuan savored it carefully for a moment, and then asked again.

"Hell Slaughtering Field, a hundred consecutive victories, please note that there is no one-on-one match in the Hell Slaughtering Field, only those who have won a hundred consecutive victories can enter here to go out. Of course, for you, as a distinguished guest, as long as you do not enter the inner city, The rest of the City of Slaughter comes in and out with you."

"Hundred wins in a row? It doesn't sound too difficult."

Zhao Xuan smacked his lips, and looked at the girl in black gauze strangely.

The woman in black gauze was startled, and immediately looked at Zhao Xuan as if looking at a monster, and said coldly: "Sir, I really don't know who gave you the courage to say this."

"Did you know? Over the past 1000 years, there are only eight killing gods who have won a hundred consecutive victories here!"

Tang San was silent at the side. He heard that he glanced at the black-veiled woman, and then slowly looked away, because he knew that for Zhao Xuan, winning a hundred consecutive victories was indeed very simple, as simple as eating and drinking In general, in fact, this is not a place for people of Zhao Xuan's strength to stay.

"The capital of killing, the killing field of hell."

Zhao Xuan suddenly took a deep breath, then looked at a low wall not far away, his eyes flickered.

From the narration of the black-veiled woman, the harvest is unimaginably small, so if you want to find something related to the God of Shura, you may have to go in yourself once.

"Little San, where is your destination?"

"Ah."

Tang San nodded, then looked at the inner city ahead, the whole inner city was surrounded by a layer of blood, the blood energy escaping from it had already formed a scene like a celestial phenomenon, how many killings were born in it? One can imagine.

"Then let's go together."

"Guest, you want to go in? You have to know that as long as you go in, even the great King of Slaughter will not protect you."

The woman in black gauze showed surprise when she heard the conversation between the two, and hurriedly reminded her.

Zhao Xuan glanced at him indifferently, then said to Tang San beside him: "Let's go."

Looking at the backs of Zhao Xuan and Tang San, the woman in black veil frowned, then her expression became indifferent, her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured: "Since you don't listen to advice, then take a good look at that hell like a world."

In the inner city of the killing capital, two young figures suddenly walked in slowly at the city gate.

Compared with the lifeless outer city, the inner city of the Slaughtering City is undoubtedly much more "lively"; howls of excitement or cries of pain keep pouring into their ears, and the exciting scenes are displayed without money. in front of them.

"It's really a place of filth, and the city of crime lives up to its reputation." Zhao Xuan murmured, while Tang San nodded in agreement.

The moment they entered the city, they saw a middle-aged man being suddenly attacked and killed by a skinny man. The skinny man cut his throat excitedly and took a full glass of "Bloody Mary" with a crystal cup , and then ran towards a huge building in the center of the city.

"Is that the killing field of hell?"

Zhao Xuan stared at the building, and then pressed the restless Zixiao Shenlei. Over the huge building in the center of the city, thick and terrifying blood clouds billowed, strange and dull, making people breathless, even Zixiao Shenlei was also agitated by it.

As the nemesis of evil, Zixiao Shenlei felt something that made it uncomfortable, and Jingshi Bailian was also ready to move.

"Hey, Chu'er, can I borrow a few Bloody Marys for you?"

At this moment, three burly men approached Zhao Xuan and Tang San with a grinning Niannian, the leading man spoke frivolously, and each of them held a wine glass for a Bloody Mary in their hands.

In the distance, many people put down what they were doing and looked at this side with great interest.

Zhao Xuan glanced at them, and then slowly spit out a few words.

"Rubbish."

Even if a few people hang out in the killing capital for a long time, they couldn't help being stunned at this moment, and what followed was an uncontrollable rage, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip out.

"Newcomer, do you want Master to teach you the rules of the Slaughter City?"

Zhao Xuan looked at the few people, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched.

The next moment, his figure flashed suddenly, and the sound of "boom" "boom" and "boom" came repeatedly in front of him.

Taking a closer look, Zhao Xuan's figure was still in place, but the three majestic men lost their voices, not because they saw something shocking, but because the head bearing their expressions had disappeared around their necks.

"puff!"

The blood in their bodies spewed out from the main artery from the broken neck, like three fountains of blood, very gorgeous.

And their muscles seemed to have just come back to their senses at this moment, the hand that held Bloody Mary was loosened, and the wine glass fell to the ground.

At the moment when the wine glasses fell, a pair of white hands stretched out like lightning to grab the two glasses, and then filled the two glasses of Bloody Mary in the gushing fountain of blood.

Tang San calmly handed a glass of Bloody Mary to Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan took it, and then held the wine glass high and faced the sluggish onlookers from a distance, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and Zhao Xuan's hand holding the wine glass was a little bit hard.

"Welcome us, the killing capital...this disgusting place."

(End of this chapter)