Devil Emperor of the Heavens: Starting from Douluo

"Eighty, eighty, eighty..."

The audience of the fallen in the Killing Hell Field kept shouting eighty. Ye Wuyou, who was competing in a killing contest on the ring, heard the unstoppable voices and almost picked up the hammer of a soul master on the ground and ran to hammer the stone.

A sword cut the last soul master into a skeleton of flesh and blood.

"Demon King, Demon King..."

Countless fallen soul masters in the audience, after seeing Ye Wuyou's victory, they all seemed to have taken stimulants, their veins swelled and they roared loudly.

Ye Wuyou raised his hand and pressed down, and the killing hell field became silent for an instant, with only the sound of drops of blood slowly dripping from the ring to the ground.

"The Demon King doesn't sound good, so he's called the Demon Emperor."

"Demon Emperor, Demon Emperor..." The fallen in the audience heard this and shouted out one after another.

"Hahahahahaha... you are all good kids."

Ye Wuyou stood in the ring in a pool of blood and broken meat, laughing up to the sky. He was so happy. He didn't know why, but since he entered this place, he felt like he should belong here.

Maybe it was from begging in Tiandou City to the 11 years of fighting every day and night that he became a madman?

Slowly lowering his head and walking off the stage step by step, Phantom walked from the audience to Ye Wuyou. Qian Qianyu held his arm, and the two of them walked step by step towards the gate of the Killing Hell Field.

"Mei Ji, Demon Emperor..."

The fallen soul masters in the audience saw the two people leaving and shouted.

Mei Ji is the title of Phantom. In the Hell Killing Fields, any soul master who has won many games in a row will get his own unique title.

The Phantom won eighty games in a row this morning, and everyone gave her the title of Mei Ji, mainly because of the Phantom's boundless charm.

In half a year, the two of them won [-] games in a row. Recently, they could only win one game a day, sometimes every few days. Many soul masters had already been frightened by the power of the two people and Ye Wuyou's cruelty.

If the lady in black veil hadn't arranged it deliberately, maybe it would have been nice to have one event a week.

"Black Sha, the King of Slaughter, is still not here?"

Ye Wuyou was held by the phantom, looking at the woman in black gauze waiting in the killing field of hell and asked.

"Sir, the King of Slaughter has not been here for the past six months, and I don't know where he has gone."

Heisha followed behind Ye Wuyou and slowly spoke.

Ye Wuyou frowned when he heard this, thinking about something in his heart. It was really strange. Did the King of Slaughter run out to find the female bat?

Not long after he came here, he heard Black Sha say that there was no one left in the King of Slaughter. Damn it, if he didn't come back after he was victorious, how could he open the way to hell?

Tang Chen, an old stickman, was possessed by an animal and still showed some moths, which is really worrying.

After a while, I suddenly remembered something, turned to the woman in black veil and asked, "By the way, what is your real name? I keep calling you black veil, but I forgot to ask."

"Young master, my name is Ye Ling'er, the dark night, the messy Ling..."

Ye Wuyou nodded slowly when he heard the words, and the three of them headed towards the house in the inner city. This house was arranged by Ye Ling'er. It was clean and tidy. Compared with the messy and dirty streets, it could be compared to a white flower blooming in the sea of ​​blood. Describe it as snow lotus.

The food is no different from the outside. Only those who have no strength, no backing, can't suppress their anger, drink Bloody Mary, and have their minds affected will be like wild beasts, drinking blood like raw materials.

Returning to the house, he took out the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal from the soul guide. The poisonous air in the room seemed to have been purified and became extremely fresh.

The air in the killing city is filled with toxins that can make people excited. This poisonous nemesis, Youxiang Qiluo Immortal, is now like an air purifier.

The phantom stretched, revealing her convex and curvy body in a charming way, and said:

"Ah, it's so comfortable. Fortunately, I have this fairy grass here. Otherwise, I would smell blood every day. Maybe even my account would lose my mind."

"possible…"

Ye Wuyou replied as he lay on Ye Ling'er's lap, eating a piece of apple she peeled.

Phantom slowly walked to him, her charming eyes expressed affection and said: "Wouyou, I..."

"Ying'er, it's not the time, I don't want to be here."

He knew what Phantom wanted to say and wanted to be his bride, but this place was not suitable. He was afraid of being watched live and recorded for others to watch.

Although this place is not the place of Poseidon, he is really afraid. God knows if Shura God would like this.

Thinking of Poseidon's video recording of Qian Renxue, Ye Wuyou felt like he wanted to kill him, and cursed in his heart, "A bunch of sanctimonious things."

After hearing this, Phantom had no choice but to give up. At this moment, Ye Ling'er weakly said: "Mr., Master, I am clean..."

Rolling his eyes at Ye Ling'er, he got up and went back to the house to sleep. A voice came into the ears of Ye Ling'er and Phantom: "Don't seduce me, I'm afraid I won't be able to stabilize myself..."

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In a dark passage somewhere in the Killing City, a tall man with white hair sat cross-legged. He was wearing dark red armor and had a pair of huge dark red bat wings on his back.

There are countless red stripes on his forehead and face, and a pair of red curved horns on both sides of his head. This man is Tang Chen, possessed by a 10-year-old bat, the killing king of the killing city.

The King of Slaughter breathed out and said to himself: "Eighty games, there are still twenty games left, what the hell are you, why do I sense death in you, and the woman who is following him, Why is there an aura like that of the bloody sword that I can't use? Get out of here after the fight."

Ever since Ye Wuyou and Phantom entered the Killing City, this 10-year-old bat spirit beast sensed death. It was shocked at the time. It was the king here, how could it sense death from a spirit master? To death.

He sensed the same aura as the Shura Divine Sword on the phantom, and hid directly, hoping that Ye Wuyou and phantom would leave quickly. This was the reason why Ye Ling'er could never find it.

...

half year later.

"Ling'er, hurry up and make arrangements. It's been half a year and there are still ten games to go."

Ye Wuyou said to Ye Ling'er who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Sir, it's not that Ling'er didn't make arrangements, it's mainly that those people didn't dare to come. Even if the number of people increased to 20, no one signed up."

Ye Ling'er was also speechless. The group of bloody thugs were frightened by Ye Wuyou. The twenty soul saints could not last more than 10 minutes in the ring. Although they could not use their soul power, they all relied on their physical bodies and skills to fight. It can be seen that Ye Wuyou is really powerful.

Now Ye Ling'er no longer cares about whether he is the King of Killing or not. An Anxin follows Ye Wuyou. He is really too powerful, and he is extremely handsome.

Ye Ling'er has already thought about the good life after following Ye Wuyou out. This place is really dirty, the people are dirty, the earth is dirty, and the air is dirty. For a woman, there is a chance Go out, why not follow?

"Then you increase the number of people, and it's still the same. Me and Sister Phantom merge, and she won't do anything. I go up alone. If we win, it counts as both of us. The King of Reaction Killing is not here. I want to see if Yum can come out.

Add 22 or 25 people. If the soul power is low, continue to add more people. They must be beaten out in two or three months. There are very important things to do outside. "

There was a hint of anxiety in Ye Wuyou's tone, mainly because Tang San was going to Shi Lake in half a year. He wanted to check the situation. He didn't know if he could find a way to kill him. There can only be one person in this world. The protagonist is yourself.

"Okay, sir, Ling'er will make arrangements, but sir, you have to pay attention to your health, I'm afraid you will get hurt."

Ye Ling'er said with concern that the people she arranged during this period were basically low-level soul saints. She was afraid that Ye Wuyou would be so sad that a woman who falls in love would think about you everywhere.

"Yeah, I know, you cook! I'll go to the living room."