The Three Dragon Kings of Douluo

After the turbid fire of greed burned his soul bone and absorbed it, Ma Hongjun left the room with a glowing face. After scanning the surroundings, he walked towards the inner city without a care in the world.

As we get closer and closer to the inner city, there are more and more fallen soul masters around. By the time they reached the gate of the inner city, numerous fallen soul masters had completely blocked the road. Just when Ma Hongjun was looking troubled, a cursing female soul master suddenly squeezed out of the crowded crowd.

This woman was about forty years old. Although she had a decent appearance, her body was covered with colorful tattoos, her cheeks were sunken, and her sallow skin was smeared with heavy makeup. She looked very aristocratic.

Seeing an acquaintance, Ma Hongjun showed a happy smile, the features on his fat face squeezed together, and he asked cheerfully: "Sister, what is going on? Why were we suddenly teleported out of the inner city? So many people are here?" What are you doing here?"

"How do I know what this teleportation is about?" The woman snorted coldly, spat on the ground, and said angrily: "The rules of the Killing City have been restored again. If you want to sign up, you can only donate blood. It's really unlucky. "

"What are the rules in the Killing City now? Let me explain it to my brother."

The Fengchen woman looked Ma Hongjun up and down and sneered, "I forgot, you, a pervert, have only come to the city of killing for two years. For the sake of our friendship, I will give you a mouthful of killing in my old age. The King of Slaughter has reappeared in the capital. Now when you enter the inner city, you have to fight with 9 people every month. Only one person can survive. If you stay in the outer city, you can't fight with each other, but you have to sacrifice yourself every once in a while. A lot of blood, you can live longer if you gain so much weight..."

"I'll go to the inner city for a month first. If nothing happens, I'll go find my sister." Ma Hongjun nodded confidently. The inner city needs to fight, and the outer city needs to donate blood. Even if they don't fight, they will die of excessive blood loss sooner or later. The turbid fire of greed with ten thousand years of cultivation burned the soul bones. When no one else had soul skills, he had an extra ten thousand year soul skill. Why did he need to go to the outer city to bleed? .

The romantic woman didn't say much, just shook her head and left, while Ma Hongjun walked into the bustling crowd with a smile on his face.

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A month later, a tall girl walked into the inner city of the Killing City.

Tang San was wearing a simple blue outfit, with long hair dancing in the wind. His gentle and calm expression seemed to be able to soothe all the sadness in the world, which was incompatible with this gathering area of ​​fallen spirit masters.

Women who can reach the Killing City are either absolutely ruthless characters, or they are sluts who can do anything they can. But no matter what kind of woman, after going through the torture of the hell of Killing City, she will become haggard. . How had the lust-filled fallen soul master in the Killing City ever seen such a pure and lovely beauty as Tang San? But as soon as she reached the inner city, a large number of fallen soul masters gathered behind her. If the killing messenger was not by her side, the next scene would have been a real purgatory on earth.

The killing messenger in a long black gauze skirt glanced at the fallen spirit masters gathered behind him, handed Tang San a black sign with a skull engraved on it, and said in a deep voice: "9527, this is your identity certificate. From now on From now on, you will be a member of the Killing City. As long as you have enough ability, you can do whatever you want here. At the same time, I must remind you that your current image will not be the same in this paradise of the fallen. It would be very dangerous.”

Tang San smiled slightly, and a flash of blood flashed in his eyes. She looked at the Killing Envoy, covered her mouth and chuckled: "Do I look dangerous?" She just smiled slightly, followed by a large number of fallen soul masters behind them. They all stared wide-eyed and gasped violently.

The killing messenger in a black gauze dress helplessly covered his eyes and sighed longly, "Don't you feel that you are out of place here? I am very confused as to why a woman like you would come to the city of killing. Was he coerced by others, or was he bewitched by something? "

Tang San's tone became solemn and he said seriously: "I came here to become a real God of Death and have more powerful power."

Upon hearing the word "Kill God", the fallen soul masters who gathered together screamed and cheered:

"The God of Death? Beauty, are you kidding me? Can a woman like you become the God of Death?"

"As long as you sleep with me, I can lead you to become the eleventh killing god?"

"Beauty, don't listen to him. This guy hasn't even won a fight in hell, so he's still reliable with me."

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Tang San didn't care at all about the dirty words of these fallen soul masters. She seemed to really regard herself as a woman, smiled playfully, and said cheerfully: "It is precisely because I am different from the people around me and am incompatible with this place, so Only then can I become the only god of death.”

The Killing Envoy stopped, looked at Tang San who was indifferent, and said coldly: "Don't think I'm joking. The twelve hours after entering this world is the protection period for newcomers, and I will be by your side to protect your life. . But after this time, you can only live or die."

"Protection period for newcomers? No wonder they don't attack me. Dear Slaughterbringer, can I attack these rubbish?" Tang San turned around and looked at the group of fallen soul masters following him. He had already treated them Blood couldn't wait to wait. In Tang San's view, everyone here has a way to die. If they become her power, then these soul masters can be considered to have made a contribution to the world.

Faced with Tang San's provocation, these fallen spirit masters either started to adjust their armor, or quietly took out knives. Some of them even licked their lips in public and took off their clothes directly. Naturally, the purpose was not the same. Metaphor.

"9527, if you take the initiative to provoke, the newcomer protection will not work." The girl in black gauze sounded a somewhat urgent voice, but these words not only reminded Tang San, but also equivalent to reminding the fallen souls around him. division. Amid the ferocious laughter, more and more people began to take off their clothes.

Seeing this, Tang San's eyes lit up, and he took a few steps forward and summoned the Blue Silver Grass Spirit. A thick amethyst-like vine stretched out in the palm of her hand.

"Soul Emperor!!"

"This woman actually has the cultivation level of a Soul Emperor!!"

As the six soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black continued to flash, the Killing Messenger covered his mouth in surprise, while the fallen soul masters on the noisy street also exclaimed in unison.

Although soul skills cannot be used in the Killing City, the higher the cultivation level, the more powerful one has, and will naturally receive greater respect. In Douluo Continent, most soul masters are only in their thirties or forties after training. Level, and the soul emperor's cultivation level is the top combat power anywhere.

In the killing city where female soul masters are relatively rare, a female soul emperor suddenly appeared, and these fallen soul masters couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. And this female soul emperor was endowed with stunning beauty, which made the fallen soul masters present eager to move.

"Don't be afraid, no one can use soul skills. Even if she is a Contra, she is not much stronger than us."

"As long as everyone works together, we will definitely defeat this bitch. She is the Soul Emperor. Aren't we all tempted?"

"When everyone defeats her, let's do it one by one. The Soul Emperor's cultivation will definitely be able to withstand the torment. Brothers, everyone has a share."

In just a few breaths, these fallen soul masters went from encouraging everyone to fight, uniting everyone's strength, to talking about how to distribute them after the war. But Tang San, who was the target, was not afraid. Instead, he glanced at the hundreds of fallen spirit masters around him, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

In her eyes, fallen soul masters are just moving blood packs. These people are completely unable to use soul skills and are just ordinary people with slightly stronger strength. However, she not only has the secret skills of the Haotian Sect and the unique skills of the Tang Sect, but also has the skills of the outside world. The Eight Spider Spears with Soul Bones, and the newly familiar Angry Blue Clothes Madness Skull obtained from the Blue Silver King.

The angry blue silver madly transformed soul bone, the soul skill blue silver madly transformed, condensed the blue silver king's lifelong cultivation and the resentment before his death, and was extremely powerful. When used, he will enter a state of anger and lose most of his sanity, but it can make his Blue Silver King enter a state of madness, and all attributes of the Blue Silver King will increase by 200%. With this skull skill alone, the fallen soul master can kill as many as he wants.

The amethyst-like Blue Silver King grew longer and longer on the earth, and Tang San's smile became more and more wild, "Will absorbing all these people make my cultivation level directly rise to Soul Saint? What a bunch of scum, really You underestimate me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, red light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and the amethyst-like Blue Silver King shot out like a giant python. In just an instant, it penetrated the bodies of several fallen soul masters, and under the influence of blood, the entire Blue Silver King turned scarlet.

"What! How can this Soul Emperor be so powerful?"

"Don't run, you will die faster if you turn your back to her!!"

"Don't be afraid, brothers, let's go together and defeat this bitch, let's all have fun together."

The few fallen soul masters who were scared out of their wits and fled first had a flash of red slowly smearing out from their backs. They staggered a few steps before vomiting black blood and fell to the ground. Tang San, on the other hand, was playing with the darts in his hands, walking into the crowd like a leisurely stroll, and no one survived in his path.

"Bitch, go to hell!!" A thin, bald man with scars on his face suddenly rushed out. The seven flickering soul rings at his feet showed his cultivation as a Soul Saint. He made a strange swing of his wrist. The movement was so fast that the trajectory could not even be seen clearly, and the huge tiger-headed sword struck straight from the top of Tang San's head.

Faced with this powerful enemy whose cultivation level was ten levels higher, Tang San didn't panic at all. Purple light flashed in his eyes, and the ghostly figure under his feet flashed past this Soul Saint.

The bald man who rushed towards Tang San staggered a few steps and said hoarsely: "What a weird speed. You are definitely not an ordinary Soul Emperor. I..."

Before he finished speaking, he knelt on his knees weakly, holding the knife in his hand and spitting out black blood. Within a few breaths, he collapsed on the ground and lost his breath.

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Poof——, Tang San forcefully pulled out his crossbow arrow from an escaping spirit master. At this moment, the entire street turned into a bloody purgatory, filled with soul masters who had died due to various reasons. The pungent smell of blood spread for several blocks, making it extremely terrifying.

The eight sharp and strange spider legs on Tang San's back penetrated deeply into the bodies of several soul masters. Several thick tentacle-like vines behind him also penetrated into the bodies of the fallen soul masters, greedily. Draw blood.

Because there is no second soul skill to absorb life force this time, and with the blessing of powerful absorption, Blue Silver King can only slowly absorb the blood that has not yet solidified. In this way, the speed of absorbing life force is extremely slow, and the scene is more bloody and terrifying. The amethyst-like Blue Silver King was like a water pump, sucking in countless dark red blood into the body, and then turning it into life force and pumping it into Tang San's body.

The legs of the Eight Spider Lances are several meters long. From a distance, Tang San looks like a huge long-legged spider, standing on countless corpses, with a group of nematode-like thorny vines dancing behind him. If you look closely, , the body of this 'spider' is actually a beautiful girl. Such a chaotic and strange scene far exceeded the imagination of the Douluo Continent soul master, and Dugu Yan, who was standing on the tower and looking out, couldn't help but frown.

"Is this still the Tang San of the past? Not to mention the appearance of a woman, this martial spirit has also become so weird and terrifying. It is a hundred times more disgusting than the fallen spirit master here. No, it should be said that he was born to This lawless place is the city of killing.”

Yu Tianming smiled disdainfully, hugged Dugu Yan's body from behind, and said in a deep voice: "Tang San dared to enter here and wanted to obtain the realm of the God of Death? You are the King of Slaughter, you can do whatever you want, you can flatten him and squeeze him. round."

Dugu Yan wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I don't want to have anything to do with him. Let him fend for himself."

On the blood-stained street, all the fallen soul masters were sucked into human bodies. The blood red in Tang San's eyes slowly faded, he walked slowly to an old wooden box, and said in a gentle and clear voice: "Fat man, how long are you going to hide?"

Before he finished speaking, a pool of smelly yellow liquid leached out of the wooden box.

As a direct disciple of Flanders, Ma Hongjunqing was better than his master, and he took the four words of "bullying the weak and fearing the strong" to the extreme. After Tang San killed the first spirit master, he took advantage of the chaos and hid in a box on the corner of the street. Ma Hongjun was frightened when he witnessed this killing. He thought that the demon girl would leave after absorbing the life force, but unexpectedly she got closer and closer and pointed out his location directly.

Seeing the smelly liquid leaching out, Tang San frowned slightly, took a few steps back, looked at the box and shouted sternly: "Why don't you come out quickly, are you waiting for me to invite you in person?"

Hearing this, the box tilted slightly, and a plump figure rolled out along the urine stains, its big head with combs hitting the ground in front of Tang San.