Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

A rather luxurious room somewhere in the city of killing.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Chenchuan couldn't help but sigh. It had been so long, but he still returned to this place that made him sad.

All the decorations were the same as before. Memories like a lifetime ago kept reappearing in his mind, and he even thought of himself being tied up.

dong dong dong.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, successfully awakening Chenchuan who was still immersed in memory.

Chenchuan turned around indifferently and said, "Who?"

"Young Master, this old slave is here to bring you clothes."

The door to the room was opened, and a white-haired old man walked in slowly, put the robe in his hand on the table, and asked curiously: "Young Master, where have you been these past few months?"

This person is Chenchuan's housekeeper in the Killing City. He basically completes his daily life himself. He is also the oldest person living in the Killing City, already over eighty years old.

If it weren't for the fact that the Killing City arranged for him to be taken care of by Chenchuan, he would have died in the hands of those desperadoes.

"Returning to the Tiandou Empire."

Chenchuan picked up the clothes on the table, looked at them, put them into the soul guide, and replied calmly.

When he heard about the Tiandou Empire, the old man in front of him couldn't help but froze, and soon there was a touch of bitterness on his old cheeks. He tremblingly came to Chenchuan and poured a glass of Bloody Mary for Chenchuan himself.

The old man's name was Uncle Fu. When he was young, he was an outstanding soul master in the Tiandou Empire and made great contributions to the empire. But later, because he accidentally killed a prince during a mission, he was eventually exiled to the Killing City.

Now that I think about it again, I may have forgotten the specific appearance of the Tiandou Empire.

"Young Master, when you suddenly come back this time, do you want to inherit the position of the King of Slaughter?"

Fu Bo asked curiously.

"No, I just came back to tell the teacher that I don't care about the position of the King of Slaughter."

Chenchuan took a sip of Bloody Mary, indirectly absorbing the bloody soul power here. Living here for a long time will promote the improvement of his soul power, and it is not difficult to even break through the peerless Douluo.

"Then when does the young master plan to leave?"

"uncertain."

"Then why is the young master unwilling to inherit the position of the King of Slaughter? He is a person above ten thousand people?"

"You talk a bit too much." Chenchuan turned sideways indifferently and looked at the old man in front of him, with waves of cold light reflected in his scarlet eyes.

Uncle Fu immediately knelt on the ground and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, young master, it's the old slave who talks too much."

"Remember your identity." Chenchuan drank the Bloody Mary in the cup and said calmly: "Use your brain when you talk to me. If you want me to listen to you, wait until you break through to the ban. Douluo, let’s talk about it later.”

"Yes……"

Uncle Fu nodded immediately, and finally left the room with Chenchuan's wave. As he left, a deep chill could not help but appear on Fu Bo's old face.

Chenchuan doesn't trust anyone here, including the current old guy. The Killing City originally arranged him to be by his side, and no one can guarantee whether he is here to monitor him.

In this place full of violence and killing, the only one you can trust is yourself.

In the next half month, Chenchuan has been absorbing the murderous aura here. Every time he absorbs it, the Seven Kills Sword becomes stronger, and even the condensed field becomes more powerful than before.

Breathing out a breath of red blood, Chenchuan also arrived at the main city of the Killing City, where he participated in the Killing Hell Field.

When the strong men around him saw Chenchuan, they were all frightened and panicked, and immediately knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness.

If there are people who are not afraid of death, Chenchuan will take their lives without hesitation.

The inside of the Hell Killing Fields is even cruder than it looks from the outside. There is no isolation, and the outer perimeter is a circle of stands extending upward.

Below is a huge empty space with a diameter of hundreds of square meters. At this time, there were not many people watching the game, and only less than 20% of the venue at Nuo University was occupied.

In the venue, screams were heard continuously. There were ten people in total, and there were already seven corpses. Only the last three were left fighting for their lives.

When Chenchuan just walked in, the strong men around him who were watching the excitement retreated. Some people couldn't help but cast curious eyes and asked:

"Who is this guy? He is so arrogant that anyone who sees him will kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"Shh!"

The black-robed soul master said in a low voice: "At first glance, you are new here. You don't have to know the others, but you must know this one."

"He is the powerful man whose name was engraved by the Killing City, Killing God Douluo, Chenchuan!"

As soon as these words came out, the strong men who were still watching the competition were suddenly shocked and turned around to look at the black-robed soul master from before.

Those whose names can be engraved by the Killing City need to be recognized by the rules of this place, and this recognition means slaughtering tens of thousands of creatures.

In the past thousand years, only the killing kings of the past generations are qualified to have their names engraved on them, and this guy seems to be only a teenager, but he has killed tens of thousands of people.

It's simply terrifying.

"Shashen Chenchuan has another identity, that is, he is the direct disciple of the current King of Killing. It is said that he will be the next King of Killing."

Their throats were rolling, and many people couldn't help but sweat. They didn't expect that the young man in front of them was Chenchuan, the most violent killing god today.

No wonder there is a chilly feeling as soon as you come in.

It turned out that they were all released from him.

Chenchuan found a random place to sit, his eyes stayed on the competition venue, and he grabbed the Bloody Mary from the soul master next to him with great interest, and drank it gracefully.

At this time, there was a girl participating in the competition. The girl was dressed entirely in black. Her long hair was neatly combed behind her back and tied with a rope. He held a short sword that was more than a foot long and shone with cold light.

A pair of beautiful eyes full of enchantment sparkle. Compared with the beautiful women I saw on the street before, she was like a green lotus and a white couple who emerged from the mud and remained unsullied.

The almost perfect figure and the different cold temperament from before are all eye-catching.

On the dagger as smooth as a mirror in her hand, a drop of blood was slipping quietly. Those onlookers looked at her with fear in their eyes.

It was none other than the demon fox Hu Liena who was one of the mainstays of the Wuhundian academy team and the only woman in the golden generation of Wuhundian.

Hu Liena severely cut off her opponent's head, and even if the hot blood sprayed on her face, the latter showed no expression or movement.

It was as if she had become accustomed to all this.

Hu Liena greedily absorbed the energy here, and her originally charming eyes turned light red while absorbing the murderous aura.

Looking at Chenchuan sitting on the chair, Hu Liena frowned and thought to herself: "It's actually him..."

Hu Liena had already seen Chenchuan during the finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition. This guy not only severely injured Tang Hao, but also killed Dugu Bo, a level 92 titled Douluo.

Now he has arrived in the killing city.

Chenchuan ignored Hu Liena's stunned gaze and continued to absorb the remaining murderous aura here. If he hadn't been unable to participate in the competition, he would have been on stage long ago.

Naturally, the people around him did not dare to say anything. Some people even contributed their Bloody Marys to Chenchuan in order to negotiate with him, which was enough to show their respect and fear for Chenchuan.

For the next period of time, Chenchuan was here to absorb the killing energy, and he was very close to breaking through to level ninety-eight.

………………

Returning to his residence, Chenchuan's thoughts moved slightly, and the system interface also lit up.

[The current host absorbs murderous energy value is 15 points]

As long as you reach one hundred murderous aura points, you can indirectly gain first-level strength, or get a chance to draw a lottery. You have to rely on your own luck to determine what you draw.

Chenchuan slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Since you are here, come in and stand there all the time. Are you waiting for me to invite you?"

Hu Liena, dressed in black, walked in from outside. Her face looked extremely pale, and she was drinking a glass of Bloody Mary slowly in her hand.

After Hu Liena saw Chenchuan, she slightly cupped her hands and said, "I have met senior Chenchuan."

"What are you here for?"

Chenchuan asked indifferently.

"Senior will probably not stay in the Killing City forever. This time, I want to make a deal with you. What do you think, Senior Chenchuan?"

Hu Liena went straight to the point: "You should also know the rules of the Killing City. If you want to leave here alive, you must participate in a hundred competitions. Only in this way can you have a chance to break out of hell."

"So, I hope that my senior can take me out of the Killing City."

"Do you think it's possible?"

Chenchuan asked sarcastically.

He didn't feel anything about Hu Liena in front of him, and also felt a little disgusted.

As a saint of Wuhun Palace, she indirectly fell in love with her enemy, which led to the complete failure of the plan and forced the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast to be sacrificed.

Even knowing Tang San's true identity later on, she actually chose to help him, thus indirectly pushing Wuhun Palace into the abyss.

If she hadn't been Bibi Dong's most beloved disciple, she might have been beheaded long ago.

"To express my sincerity, after the matter is completed, I will ask the teacher to prepare a soul bone for you that is more than ten thousand years old. How about it?"

"And as the saint of Wuhun Palace and the future pope, senior Chenchuan should understand how much I weigh, right?"

Chenchuan glanced at the charming Hu Liena and said lightly: "If you're not interested, you can leave."

Hu Liena couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she saw that the other party refused to accept his offer. She was already so polite, but he was still so decisive. Did he not take Wuhun Palace seriously?

Frowning slightly, Hu Liena said again: "Senior Chenchuan, you can't use soul skills here either, so we are all those who want to leave... You are a titled Douluo, but you can't use soul skills, so It’s just a tiger with its teeth pulled out.”