Douluo's opening copy Haotian Douluo

The killing capital, inside the city.

The female commentator continued to tell the two people: "For some people, this is indeed a paradise for wanton indulgence. The Killing City was formed thousands of years ago. It is said that a soul master with a soul power of over [-] levels released the gods. It is formed by a super-level field. This field is so powerful that soul masters cannot use their own soul skills, and people can only survive by relying on their own strength and soul power."

After hearing what she said, Ye Buqun understood why Scott, the terrifying knight just now, did not use his soul ring and only relied on brute force to charge forward.It turns out that it's not that the soul master is unwilling to use soul skills, it's that he simply can't use them.

Meng Yiran held Ye Buqun's arm tightly and asked, "Are there any other rules here?"

The female commentator smiled and said: "To be precise, there are no rules here. As long as you are strong enough here, you can do whatever you want. Even if you are a titled Douluo here, because you cannot release your soul power, Their strength will also become weaker, so our leader here, the King of Slaughter, does not have to be afraid of them at all."

As she said, this is a paradise of depravity, a playground of sin, where anything can be done.But on the contrary, you can do whatever you want, and others can also do whatever you want, which means that everyone here will be threatened by their lives at any time.

The woman kept explaining, trying to let them know more about the situation here: "There are quite a few people here who can't survive outside. They come here to avoid being hunted, or to have huge debts, for various reasons. Become a killer. A member of the Capital City will naturally be protected by the City of Killing."

In fact, whether he should be protected or not was just bullshit to Ye Buqun. In the earthly world, almost no one could do anything to him.Since he and Meng Yiran can come here with their strength, it means that everyone else can.

And what the female commentator said is not entirely true. Although the titled Douluo cannot use soul skills here, he can definitely have a place here with his powerful soul power.

The female commentator continued: "I want to tell you two that it may be relatively easy to enter the killing city, but don't think about it if you want to get out."

Meng Yiran frowned slightly: "Huh? Are you not allowed to go out?"

The female commentator said: "Yes, the City of Killing has its own army. The terrifying knight Sir Scott you met when you first entered the city is a member of the army. The powerful and supreme King of Killing manages this city. Everything in the city. The troops in the Slaughter City are called the Law Enforcement Team. The strong men in the Law Enforcement Team are all Contra level, and the King of Slaughter has also lifted the restriction that they cannot use soul skills. The captain of the Law Enforcement Team is a titled Douluo, so you think it’s still possible to get out?”

Hearing her words, Ye Buqun couldn't help but want to laugh.

After completing the system task, he really wanted to give it a try.

But what still makes Meng a little shocked is that this place was founded thousands of years ago by an extremely powerful soul master with a soul power of level [-]. It has the natural ability to imprison the soul master's soul skills, but the King of Slaughter can actually release this The confinement shows that it is extraordinary.

Meng Yiran asked again: "Is it true that we can't go out? Will everyone who comes in have to stay here forever?"

The female commentator smiled softly: "Of course not, there is a way out, and it is the only one. Become the champion of the Hell Killing Fields, be qualified to challenge the Hell Road, and then fight your way out of the Hell Road, and you can leave here. Anyone who can do it will be given the title of God of Killing. In the City of Killing for thousands of years, only eight Gods of Killing have appeared."

Only eight were produced in 1000 years, which is indeed a disparity in numbers.But Ye Buqun didn't know about the others, but Tang Hao should be one of them.

Meng Yiran then asked: "What if the challenge is not successful?"

The female commentator still smiled: "The price of failure is naturally life. And many things here are like this."

It’s not surprising to say that, this is the capital of killing after all.

The female commentator said: "By the way, there is the most important point. Soul coins are not required for buying and selling in the Killing City. The food is free, but some are poisonous."

Being poisonous doesn't matter to Ye Buqun, because Meng still has the Eight Spider Spears with attached soul bones, and he is also very resistant to poison.Meng Yiran asked again: "Even if the food is free, how can we get other items?"

The female commentator said: "It's simple. The more people you kill and the more heads you get, the richer you will be. To a certain extent, corpses and blood are equivalent to the currency here."

Having said this, Meng Yiran looked at Ye Buqun. Because he couldn't see it because he was wearing a mask, she seemed to have an excited smile.

Ye Buqun also looked forward to it and said directly: "Then please take us to the place where the competition is held now."

The female commentator said: "Huh? It's the Killing Fields of Hell. Did you understand what I just said? The probability of survival in the competition there is less than one percent. Not every member of the Killing City must go there."

Ye Buqun said again: "What you said is very clear, and I know it very well in my heart. Please take me there now."

The female commentator pondered for a moment: "Okay, now that you have made up your mind, just follow me."

She said and led the two of them towards the city.

Almost everyone on the slightly dark streets was wearing a mask, and a small number of people could even be called grotesque, looking like evil ghosts who had escaped from hell.

"Look, look! There's someone new here!"

"It's nothing more than contributing more heads and Bloody Marys to the Killing City!"

"Hey! The girl over there has a nice figure! Look over here!"

There were a few meddlesome guys on the street who were making loud noises and shouting obscenities.

"Don't these idiots know how to write the word "death"? Ye Buqun murmured in a low voice, and used his soul power to condense a few sword energy and throw it out.

The bodies of those guys who were talking nonsense were immediately pierced and fell into a pool of blood.

A few others who were about to say something rude immediately shut up.

To a certain extent, this place is more like a primitive society, where the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest are most vividly reflected here.

Seeing this scene, the female commentator stopped in shock and asked: "First, sir, was this done by you just now?"

Besides Ye Buqun, who else would kill others after saying a few dirty words?

"Didn't you say that you can do whatever you want here? I just want to clear my ears. Stop talking about this and let's continue on our way -"