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Killing capital.

In the closed training room, in the blood pool that occupies half of the area, the bright red blood is tumbling violently, and blood bubbles the size of fists are constantly forming and bursting, and countless wailing human faces seem to emerge from the huge energy.

The King of Slaughter is sitting cross-legged and building a building, with sweat dripping from his forehead, clenching his teeth, and his tall and burly body shaking uncontrollably. All these signs indicate that the King of the Slaughter City seems to be What problems did you encounter in training.

I don't know how long it has passed, the King of Slaughter who was drenched all over his body suddenly opened his eyes, his mouth bulged, and bright red blood spewed out like a reservoir opening to release water.

"Tang Chen! You old man!" The Slaughter King said with a pale and gloomy face, looking at his bloody palm.

The Slaughter King really couldn't figure it out. According to common sense, he had parasitized Tang Chen for so many years. Tang Chen's body was already full of traces of him. He should be able to display his strength freely and smoothly.

In the past few years, it can be said that things went smoothly. Tang Chen was like meat on the chopping board, allowing the King of Slaughter to slaughter him. But the situation has changed in recent years. The King of Slaughter has a feeling that he can't suppress Tang Chen , although the body is still under the control of the Slaughter King, but at the soul level, the Slaughter King has been unable to take down Tang Chen for a long time.

Tang Chen's consciousness is like a candle in the wind. Although it has been weathered, it is still burning tenaciously.

"You fucking!" A hysterical roar resounded through the mind of the Slaughter King, "How dare you occupy my body, you bastard! Get out of my body immediately! Get out!"

The soul fluctuations that accompanied the roar kept impacting the Slaughter King.

The King of Slaughter's face was extremely ugly. During this period of time, Tang Chen had been fighting with him for control of this body. Although Tang Chen, who had been weak for many years, was unlikely to regain control, Tang Chen interfered with the King of Slaughter's cultivation. , it is still possible to cause damage in the body.

The Slaughter King wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered again and again, and a mocking voice sounded in his mind, "Tang Chen, you've been with me for so many years, and you're still so irritable. It's ugly."

"You bastard! Back then, I thought it was not easy for you to cultivate, so I let you go! I never thought that you would repay your kindness! Take this opportunity to occupy my body!" Tang Chen yelled angrily, who would believe it!He is the majestic suzerain of the Haotian School, one of the three 99-level peerless Douluo, who was actually parasitized by the blood-red nine-headed bat king!

'I don't know why I woke up, I guess it has something to do with Hao'er and Xiaosan, maybe their appearance together resonated in my blood and broke through the barrier of miscellaneous hairs. Tang Chen thought with lingering fear, if he hadn't woken up in time, he would have been swallowed by the blood-red nine-headed bat king in a daze.

The Slaughter King was extremely agitated, and the perfect "snake swallowing elephant" plan had an uncontrollable situation, "Tang Hao, don't worry, I will not completely destroy you, and I will keep a part of your consciousness."

"Then chop up Tang Hao, Tang San, your direct descendants finely, make broth, roast meat, and send them into your body one by one, to be your companions."

"You dare!" Tang Chen was angered by the words of the Slaughter King. Tang Chen frantically destroyed this body, even though it originally belonged to him, but for the safety of future generations, Tang Chen did not hesitate to weaken the body of the Slaughter King. strength.

On the chest, left waist, and shoulders... blood mist burst out all over the body of the Slaughter King, and blood spurted out, and the walls of the training room were covered with the blood of the Slaughter King.

The Slaughter King frowned. Of course he didn't pay attention to this 'little' blood, but Tang Chen's rampage completely shattered his dream of being solved in a short time.

After all, this body belonged to Tang Chen, and Tang Chen was still able to mobilize a lot of power. After all, he was the successor of Peerless Douluo and God Shura, so he still had this ability.

"Look at me grinding you!" The Slaughter King said in a cold voice, overwhelmed with emotion, "either you die today, or I die!"

Seeing that Tang Chen would continue to torture himself, the King of Slaughter was heartbroken!The problem is not left for tomorrow!Get it done today!Gather all the strength and fight Tang Chen in the body.

For a while, the sound of explosions and splashes on the body of the Slaughter King could be heard endlessly.

......

Outside the killing capital, in a tavern.

A bartender was wiping the wine glass boredly. He hadn't received any customers for several days, and complained to the person next to him: "No one came, and my share was much less."

The person next to him said: "Our place is still too remote, look at Tony's family, they are lenient in receiving people."

While the two were chatting, the door was opened, and a figure appeared in the eyes of the two.

The bartender was overjoyed, stepped forward to greet him and said, "It can be regarded as waiting for you."

"Open the door, I want to enter the killing capital." Li Liangzhe said hoarsely.

Although there is a shortage of people, the rules still have to be followed.

"Why did you come in?" The bartender said with a smile.

Li Liangzhe swung his right hand, and the ring on his finger shone brightly. In a blink of an eye, a large pile of stumped limbs appeared and fell on the two bartenders. The scarlet liquid that had turned cold chilled them thoroughly.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Caught off guard, the two sucked a lot of liquid into their mouths and noses, choked on it, and the feeling of being completely drenched also made them uncomfortable.

"You!" After wiping off the glue sticking to his eyelids, the bartender opened his eyes and saw corpses all over the place, including some who looked like peasants in coarse clothes, some who looked like nobles with rich clothes and delicate skin, and some There are more than 30 soul masters wearing the costumes of the Wuhun Temple.

Standing in the pile of corpses, the bartender didn't have the slightest fear, but looked at Li Liangzhe with great interest and said: "The storage soul guides are all used to hold the corpses, and there are people from the Wuhun Temple, yes, yes, you have a bright future."

Li Liangzhe raised his head, looked at the bartender coldly and said, "Open the door."

Being stared at by Li Liangzhe like this, the bartender who claimed to be well-informed broke into a cold sweat. This kind of power did not come from the soul power, but from the soul level. The bartender felt as if he was staring at an unfathomable abyss.

Stiffly opening the passage door leading to the Slaughter City, the bartender smiled reluctantly, bowed to Li Liangzhe and nodded, "This is it, please come in."

Li Liangzhe leaped suddenly and fell into the aisle, and disappeared into the eyes of the two bartenders with the sound of footsteps that were getting farther and farther away.

The bartender patted his violently heaving chest, and said to the people next to him, "This kid will become a great weapon!"

The person next to him said in agreement: "I think the place of killing is going to be lively."