Douluo: Haotian myth

As the voice of the King of Slaughter fell, the door on the other side of the hell killing field opened. It was obvious that An Yao also won the last victory, but his condition was not very good at this time. Not only his eyes were nearly half blood red, but the aura around his body was floating and murderous.

It is not evenly distributed like Tang Bufan.

When she saw Tang Bufan, her breath calmed down a little. However, she fell into silence after seeing the figure in mid-air.

The King of Slaughter looked towards the viewing platform and sighed with relief.

"I am very happy to see the birth of two champions of the Hell Killing Fields today, and they are two such young and strong men. They stand out with their terrifying strength and murderous intent. My people, are you happy? Let us

Let’s celebrate!”

"Happy, happy..."

The fallen who were watching the battle were shouting almost crazily, looking at the King of Slaughter in mid-air with admiration.

At this time, looking at the degenerate with blood-red eyes and almost madness, Tang Bufan showed a trace of pity in the depths of his eyes.

After a moment, the King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Tang Bufan and An Yao.

"King of Light Sword, King of Dark Sword, thank you for letting me experience the passion that I only had when I was young. In order to express my gratitude, after careful consideration, I decided to make an exception and grant you the title of Killer God. From now on, you will all

You can enter and exit the Killing City on your own, and from today onwards you will officially become our guest in the Killing City."

Tang Bufan and An Yao frowned in explanation and looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces.

What the hell is this King of Slaughter doing? He is awarded the title of God of Slaughter without having to go through hell. Can this be considered a God of Slaughter?

It seems that the King of Killing really does not want another God of Killing to be born.

Tang Bufan's eyes showed unwillingness. If he could not get the Killing God Domain, wouldn't his year and four and a half months have been wasted? In more than a year, his soul power has not improved at all, only improved by two levels.

From the outside world, with his cultivation speed, he could at least increase his soul power to level four. This is still a conservative estimate.

At this moment, An Yao was the first to speak: "No need, great King of Slaughter, it cannot be because we have broken the rules of the Slaughter City. We are willing to pass the test of the hell road and get your rewards. We hope to pass our own

We have the power to become the God of Killing, even if there is a high chance of dying. Otherwise, obtaining the title of God of Killing in this way will make us feel ashamed, don’t you think?"

The King of Slaughter's eyes turned cold and he said unwillingly, "I'm afraid you don't understand how terrifying the road to hell is. I hope you can think about it again. After all, you only have one life!"

An Yao sneered, "Great King of Slaughter, there is no need to persuade me, I have already made up my mind. Besides, who here wouldn't bet their lives on tomorrow?"

This time, the eyes of the King of Slaughter were no longer filled with coldness, but with naked murderous intent. However, he seemed to be worried about something, and in the end he did not take any further action, but looked at Tang Bufan expectantly.

"King of Light, I wonder if you are willing to accept my reward and become a guest in the Slaughter City?"

In fact, in the view of the King of Slaughter, it is impossible for the Dark Sword King to pass the Hell Road with the strength of the Dark Sword King. On the contrary, the Light Sword King has a very small chance of passing the test.

Tang Bufan smiled calmly, "Great King of Slaughter, the purpose of my coming here is to see the scenery of Hell Road. I appreciate your kindness. Please open the entrance to Hell Road. I am willing to participate in this journey with the Dark Sword King."

times of testing.”

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

"Okay, very good!" The King of Slaughter laughed angrily, releasing circles of light red halo from his body.

Below, Tang Bufan's expression changed. He could see the signs of releasing the domain at this time. Could it be that the King of Slaughter really wanted to violate the rules of the Slaughter City? For a moment, his spirit was highly concentrated, ready to activate the space gate at any time.

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After a while, the red halo around the King of Slaughter disappeared. He looked at Tang Bufan with scarlet eyes and said coldly, "The Dark Sword King can enter the Hell Road, but what about you, the Light Sword King? If you want to enter the Hell Road, you can't.

You need to pass a test."

As soon as Tang Bufan's expression changed, he knew that the matter was not that simple. But something that made him a little confused was that the King of Slaughter did not embarrass An Yao or attack him.

Tang Bufan took a deep breath, "May I ask the great King of Slaughter, what is the test?"

The King of Slaughter had a joking smile on his face and glanced at somewhere on the viewing platform. Soon, a member of the law enforcement team who exuded a powerful aura came over.

"If you want to enter the road to hell, then kill him first!"

An Yao's face changed wildly, "Great King of Slaughter, is this against the rules?"

The King of Slaughter snorted coldly: "Rules, I am the rule, either kill my enforcer or accept my reward."

An Yao looked at Tang Bufan worriedly.

Tang Bufan looked at the law enforcer walking over with solemn eyes, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

If his perception was correct, this was a Contra, and a Contra capable of performing soul skills.

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long time, Tang Bufan slowly spoke: 'Great King of Slaughter, if I win by chance, will you really not stop me from participating in the test of the Hell Road?'

The King of Slaughter looked at Tang Bufan with the eyes of a dead man: "If you have the courage, I can guarantee that as long as you pass this level, what if I promise you?"

In his opinion, no matter how superb Tang Bufan's fighting skills are, there is still only one way to die in the face of absolute strength, not to mention he is too young.

An Yao originally wanted to persuade Tang Bufan, but Tang Bufan had already walked towards the battlefield.

As for this law enforcer, his face was full of disdain. He was an eighty-fourth level Soul Luo, and he could also perform soul skills. Not to mention Tang Bufan, he was not afraid of even a titled Douluo.

"King of Light, King of Light!" The fallen on the viewing platform shouted to Tang Bufan.

A moment later, in the center of the battlefield, the law enforcer coldly snorted: "You are the King of Swords of Light, right? You dare to go against the will of the great King of Slaughter. You don't have to go to hell. Just let me send you to hell now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings rising from the enforcer's body, a total of eight soul rings, and then a vine appeared in the enforcer's hand, which was his martial spirit, the Sky Ivy.

However, at this moment, Tang Bufan's eyes suddenly shot out an illusory light, aiming straight at the law enforcer.

The law enforcer did not expect that the King of Light Sword would dare to attack first, so he immediately covered his head and let out a scream.

And Tang Bufan's whole body exploded out at the first moment, with an extraordinary speed. The next moment, the Haotian Sword accurately penetrated into the head of the law enforcer, and with a violent stir, ended the law enforcer's attack.

life.

An Yao couldn't help but take a breath. If she guessed correctly, Tang Bufan had just activated the soul bone skill, and it was also a rare spiritual skill.

The King of Slaughter also had a look of astonishment on his face, but soon turned cold, and his eyes revealed a murderous aura. He looked around, and finally just stared at Tang Bufan and sneered, without taking action himself.