Douluo's Wood Soul Escape Technique

After leaving the Botanical College, Sikong Zheng walked all the way to the north, looking down at the simplified map in his hand from time to time.

This simple map was drawn by Sikong Zheng from Yu Xiaogang when he was still at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

Although he and Yu Xiaogang are not from the same group, he still owes a favor and will have to find an opportunity to repay it in the future.

Not many people know the name of the Killing City, let alone where it is.Sikong Zheng had no background and no other way to obtain the location of the Killing City, and he had to go to the Killing City to temper himself and strengthen himself.

If he is not strong enough and wants to take over the world, the outcome of Wuhun Palace will be a lesson for him in the future.

Origin cannot be changed, Tang San's origin has already been determined. It represents the nobility. Wuhun Palace has absorbed more civilian soul masters, and has risen among the common people. It represents the common people.

Since the defeat of Wuhun Palace, the aristocratic class has consolidated its position and developed a second time. With limited resources, it is difficult for common people to get ahead, and only a few geniuses have been absorbed and cultivated.

Admittedly, maybe Tang San just wanted to avenge his family, but that was understandable. How could the revenge of killing his mother be forgotten with a smile? He had to avenge it.

Wuhun Palace is not absolutely righteous. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. They practice absolute tyranny. They want to prove the world with tyranny and kill to stop killing, but unfortunately they failed.

In the original work, the soul masters are subsidized, the empire pays for it, and the Spirit Hall distributes it on their behalf. Why doesn't the empire do anything to win over people's hearts?Why didn’t the empire do anything about martial soul enlightenment?

After all, the two factions have different positions. In this world where strength is respected, justice is written by the winner regardless of what is right or wrong.

Sikong Zheng must be the victorious righteous man. As the tide turns, what others have done, it is my turn to do it today.

The Killing City was Sikong Zheng's first stop, because actual combat ability was not something that could only be achieved in a place like the Soul Fighting Field, where it was just a small fight.Strong strength requires truly fighting out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and fighting for one's life.

Only then can you control yourself and the lives of others.

Sikong Zheng shook his head, shook off the complicated thoughts, and looked at the map in his hand again. At first, he just had the idea of ​​​​trying it, and he was not sure whether Yu Xiaogang knew the exact location of the Killing City.

After all, Yu Xiaogang's strength is low, only level 29, and there are some things that he cannot see at his level.

The result surprised Si Kongzheng. Yu Xiaogang was surprised at first that Si Kongzheng knew about a place like the Killing City, and sternly warned Si Kongzheng not to have the idea of ​​a Killing City. This was not the place he should go.

Fortunately, when Si Kongzheng mentioned it, he had no choice but to say that he didn't know about the Killing City in the first place, and he was extremely shocked when he found out about it. He told Si Kongzheng that he had accidentally mentioned it to him by a friend of his from the Spirit Hall.

Moreover, because of this friend, he once entered the Wuhun Palace library and learned a lot of valuable information, which laid the foundation for his theory. He benefited a lot, and he was very grateful to this friend.

The Killing City had an agreement with their Wuhun Palace, and it existed with the tacit approval of the Wuhun Palace. It was just a prison with no way out, and it was a disguised prison for those evil soul masters who had no way out.It is precisely because of the existence of the Killing City that there are not too many evil soul masters causing chaos in the mainland.

Whenever he talked about his friend from Wuhun Hall, Yu Xiaogang would feel reminiscing, and it took him a long time to sigh.

In short, after countless efforts, Sikong Zheng finally obtained Yu Xiaogang's map and made a hand-drawn copy.

After a month of living in the open air, Sikong Zheng finally saw a small town. He was secretly excited and compared the map repeatedly to confirm that it was correct.

"Phew, finally, finally here," Sikong Zheng stood on a piece of broken rock, his eyes fixed, looking at the black town and whispering silently.

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The air in the Killing Tavern is turbid, and the entire interior decoration is black, giving people a cold and dark feeling.

Sikong Zheng was familiar with the plot, so he tried his best to keep a calm and indifferent attitude when entering.

Si Kongzheng walked into the tavern and quickly scanned the surroundings. Counting him, there were seventeen guests in total.

As Sikong Zheng entered the tavern, sixteen eyes were shot at him at the same time. Fifteen of them quickly retracted their eyes after one glance, and only one was still staring at him closely.

Sikong Zheng frowned secretly, quickly became cautious, and found an empty seat against the wall to sit alone.

"What do you want?"

Sikong Zheng said calmly: "A cup of Huangquan Dew."

The service staff looked coldly, turned around and left without asking any more questions.

Not long after, a glass of turbid liquid was served.The liquid was dark red in color and exuded a strong fishy smell, as pungent as blood. Of course, Sikong Zheng knew that this was human blood.

Sikong Zheng took a deep breath and was mentally prepared. He suddenly picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

"Ugh," Sikong Zheng is a normal person after all. He resisted the physical discomfort and did not vomit it out. Although he was ready from the beginning, his stomach was still churning.

On the surface, Si Kongzheng still put down the cup as if nothing had happened, and the immortal's body automatically started to work, quickly eliminating the weak toxicity caused by Huangquan Dew.I closed my eyes at this time to relieve the psychological discomfort caused.

While Sikong Zheng was silently adjusting himself, the big man who had been eyeing him from the beginning gradually approached.

"Hey, boy, come here with me," the wretched man blew hot breath on Sikong Zheng's ears and said with a wanton smile.

His ears felt itchy and he almost failed.

Ah, I am not clean anymore.

Damn, what a pervert, in the tavern, Sikong Zheng is the thinnest, young, thin-skinned and tender-bodied one.No wonder this guy has been staring at and fucking him since he entered the tavern.

Sikong Zheng's eyes suddenly opened angrily, and his murderous intent surged.

The wood transformation was activated, and in the blink of an eye the whole person looked like a wooden statue.

Sikong Zheng moved instantly, and his right arm roared with wind, carrying the force of a powerful explosion, and blasted towards the wretched man with evil intentions.

The wretched man was suddenly shocked. He didn't expect that this little sheep he thought was going to attack him with murderous intent.

However, he also had human lives on his hands, and he was not an easy person. After reacting, he was not willing to be outdone, and also punched him with his right fist.

Crack, a horrifying sound of bone shattering resounded, followed by a small hole being blasted out of the black wall behind the big man.

Wow~, more than a dozen eyes suddenly changed color. Looking at this humanoid wooden figure, they no longer looked as calm as before, and there were danger signals flashing in these eyes.

Just because the wretched man was at a disadvantage in the exchange of blows just now, his right arm disappeared. It was completely broken by Sikong Zheng's bombardment, leaving only a small hole on the wall behind him, and the arm exploded into pieces on the wall. Meat.

Sikong Zheng looked at his right arm, clenched his fist, and nodded with satisfaction that the explosive power of his fist lived up to his hard work day after day.

Sikong Zheng grinned with a stern smile, "Oh, why, come again?"

The wretched man touched his empty right arm and was not intimidated by Sikong Zheng. His eyes were solemn.

The wretched man was speechless, and what responded to Sikong Zheng was the three soul rings rising from his body, white and yellow, and a soul master.

Well, anyone who dares to come to the killing city will find a way to die, but there is no one who is afraid of death.

"Ha," Sikong Zheng glanced disdainfully and felt numb. This just made me feel disgusted.

The big man raised the mace in his left hand and rushed over with a roar.

Four soul rings, yellow, purple, and black, rose from Sikong Zheng's feet. Without hesitation, a thick tree root pierced through the ground.

Poof~, when they met, the big man was passed through the chest by the tree roots without any resistance, forming a blood-red hole and stringing him in the air.

The unrepentant man's soul power was drained again, and he stared at Sikong Zheng bitterly.

The wooden roots began to wrap around the bloody hole, as if Susanoo's hand was holding it, and under Sikong Masa's control, it smashed against the wall.

Boom~collapse~, rocks fell, pieces of meat flew everywhere, and blood rained down.

Blood feast, the aesthetics of violence.

The tree roots that hit the wall with the big man in their arms slowly retreated into the ground stained with blood.

Sikong Zheng looked at the remaining dozen people coldly. He had finished his killing duties and started killing, so he showed no mercy.

And these people's soul rings suddenly appeared, they were all soul masters.

Not long after, more than a dozen tree roots pressed against the blood-stained wall slowly retreated underground, leaving only many incomplete corpses stuck to the wall.

Surprisingly, when Sikong Zheng stared at the pieces of meat on the ground, he didn't feel vomiting. Instead, he felt a kind of crazy pleasure after killing, which was not enough.

"This guest, you are welcome to the Killing City," the service staff said with a strange smile, not paying attention to the flesh and blood fragments on the ground, as if they were already commonplace.

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the wine rack behind him, gently turning one of the black wine bottles. With the click of the mechanism, the bar slowly moved away.

Amidst the loud noise, a huge hole appeared on the ground, and the cold wind blew up from under the cave.