Douluo's emotional system

In front of the killing fields of hell.

The Hell Killing Fields, which was supposed to be crowded with people, is now very deserted because people have received the news that two guys with ninety-nine wins are coming to complete their one hundred wins.

No one wanted to be a rival to any of them, so they all retreated to their homes or sat in the audience.

In fact, after the mass killings by Tang Hao and Bibi Dong in the Killing City, the number of strong men in the Killing City was greatly reduced. In addition, this King of Killing was a bit cruel, and the strong outsiders were watching and did not dare to enter the Killing City. As a result, the replenishment speed of the strong ones is also a bit slow.

Therefore, Jiang Qi and Zhu Zhuqing's 100 wins is much less difficult than Tang Hao and Bibi Dong's 100 wins. Otherwise, the two of them are less than thirty-level soul masters, even if they have the pills given by the system. With the medicine-enhancing liquid, it is not that simple to achieve a hundred victories.

"Look, look, look, look, look"

"The Smiling Death and the Civet Death are here"

"Come on, rely on, rely on, rely on, rely on."

"Damn, look at the civet Death's shoulder. Damn it, I want it too."

"Stop dreaming and take a closer look at the Smiling Death's waist. If it were you, he might just pull out your kidneys."

When the man took a look, he saw a slender hand on Jiang Qi's waist. The hand used the soft flesh as plasticine and squeezed it hard.

"The Smiling Death is so calm. Even like this, his face is full of smiles. He is so handsome. I want to give him a child."

"Sister, look at the civet Death again."

The woman looked towards Zhu Zhuqing and saw

Zhu Zhuqing raised his head and locked eyes directly with the woman who said she wanted to give Jiang Qi a child, with murderous intent in her eyes.

The man shivered all over, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave instantly, and every muscle was stiff.

"What are you looking at"

Jiang Qi noticed that Zhu Zhuqing beside him had stopped and asked curiously. He followed Zhu Zhuqing's line of sight and was about to look.

A slender hand blocked Jiang Qi's sight. Zhu Zhuqing blocked Jiang Qi's eyes with his hand on Jiang Qi's waist and said with an unhappy expression.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry in and wait for me?"

With that said, Zhu Zhuqing pulled Jiang Qi and quickly entered the hell killing field, completely forgetting that she had stopped just now.

Somewhere in the Killing City, the Killing King's small room.

A charming but unreal woman knelt down and spoke in a very sincere voice.

"king"

"Two gods of death have been born in the past few years. Do you want to watch the birth of the third and fourth gods of death?"

"King, if you find an opportunity, take action yourself and kill the smiling death god and the civet death god."

The King of Slaughter on the throne was speechless. He touched his very painful head and looked helplessly at the woman in front of him.

"You should know that I have a headache, right?"

"As your chief assistant, Wang, I know your physical condition very well."

The charming woman said very proudly. She raised her head, revealing a very beautiful and charming face, and straightened out her huge breasts.

"I don't think you know"

"Can those two people touch each other? Do you think the City of Killing can withstand the anger of two killing gods? Although I am not afraid of those two killing gods, if I take action, everyone else in the entire Killing City, except me, will be killed by them. Kill them, and the killing city will cease to exist from now on. Arrange people to kill them outside the hell killing field, this is the most."

The King of Slaughter roared angrily, his mouth grew, a pair of fangs protruded from between his lips and teeth, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared like bells.

"King please calm down"

The charming woman was startled, feeling the wrath of the King of Slaughter, and immediately wanted to take off the few clothes on her body to please the King of Slaughter.

however

Blood splattered everywhere in the small room, and the woman's charming head was flying all over the sky.

"Humph"

"I'm really pissed off. What's going on with these assistants? None of them are outrageous. Three of them are dead and they're still outrageous."

"They thought it was because I had a headache or that these assistants were getting mad at me one by one. When they saw me lying here every day and not doing anything, they thought I really didn't care about anything and that each one of them was trying to take advantage of them."

The cold voice of the Slaughter King echoed in the small room. A blood pool in the room was shaken by the sound, and ripples appeared on the blood surface.

"So what if they get a hundred victories? Can they withstand the murderous aura of a hundred victories? That is not on the same level as the murderous aura of ninety-nine victories. Even if they can withstand it, how can two little brats still survive? You must know that it is impossible to pass through the road to hell. After two killing gods were born at once, the road to hell has been strengthened a lot and has become more terrifying than ever before. Even I feel a little bit palpitated."

Every time a killing god is born, the road to hell will become stronger. This is a secret that only the killing king knows.

"Well, although I can't do it myself, I can still do it by sending a few experts to the Hell Killing Fields to participate in the competition."

"Humph"

"I have to find another assistant again. I hope the next one will be smarter and won't say such stupid things to me,"

With that said, the Slaughter King rubbed his head and lay back on the throne.

The gems inlaid on the throne emit light, and the dim lanterns on the roof emit light. The two illuminate the King of Slaughter on the throne, and a faint shadow is projected from the wall behind the King of Slaughter.

I saw a figure sitting on a throne, and behind him, there was a nine-headed bat about the same size as the figure.

The reflection of the bat overlaps the reflection of the human figure very much. The bat's wings seem to be growing on the human figure. Each of the bat's nine heads has a pair of slender eyes.

Eighteen eyes stared at the head of the figure on the throne, as if they wanted to get in.

"what"

"This damn headache"

The figure squirmed twice on the throne, and rubbed his head with one hand. Shockingly,

Following the figure's hand, the bat wings moved on the figure's head in a decent manner, as if they were rubbing the figure's head.

In the hell killing field, a fierce battle is going on.

After a period of waiting, Jiang Qi's 100th game finally began.

He dragged his weapon, the big spiked hammer, slowly onto the court. Before he even reached the court, the cheers of the audience reached his ears.

"Smile death smile death smile death smile death"

"Yum victorious"

Ignoring the voice in his ears, Jiang Qi began to observe the other nine contestants.

Anyone who dares to come to the Hell Killing Fields to compete at this time is a very confident master and cannot be underestimated.