Douluo: I was heard by Bibi Dong

The prosperity of the past, no, it should be said that the killings of the past are no longer there.

Although the King of Killing disappeared for unknown reasons, no one in the Killing Arena chose to continue dueling here.

Tang San began to put away the doubts in his mind. There was something very strange underground in the Killing Arena, but how to get down? Should we go to the King of Killing's hideout first to take a look.

"You only have one chance! There are troops blocking the exit. If we don't break out together, we won't have a chance to break out."

'Army? Which side could it be?' Tang San shook his head, the situation was getting more and more beyond his imagination, and he had to hurry up and find it.

"..."

Most of the people imprisoned in the Killing City are the criminals who were exiled by Wuhun Palace. They are either extremely vicious or are being hunted by their enemies and have nowhere to hide.

No matter who they were in the past, most of them have become unconscious degenerates.

These people are destined not to be released. Even Empress Bibi Dong of the Wuhun Empire does not need them for political achievements.

There are only two types of people who can step out of the entrance and exit of the Killing City: those who are killed and those who can get back to the Killing City.

Another fallen person ran through the Hell Arena, rushing towards the exit that symbolized life and death.

The Blue Silver Emperor wrapped the man's ankle and drank the underworld dew. The man shouted angrily: "What the hell?"

"Come here, or die." Tang San's eyes lit up with blood, intimidating every fallen person who passed by.

One, two, three...ten...

The ten fallen ones were scratching the floor of the killing arena with cold sweat on their heads. The unknown iron and stone forging materials made no progress except for the clanging sound.

‘Trash!’ Tang San also became more agitated, smelling the evil-filled air of the Killing City again, and enemies who easily defeated him appeared one after another.

This made Yum Sheng's murderous intention in the killing field even more difficult to control. He wanted to get news from the King of Slaughter, but the King of Slaughter was still missing.

After all kinds of setbacks, Tang San was about to explode in this moment.

bang, bang, bang

The ten people hammered the ground hard with their weapons, and in addition to the soil that could be dug, they gradually dug out channel-like grooves.

"This seems to be..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang San's flying knife had already hit him between the eyebrows, and the other nine people could not escape their bad luck.

The Blue Silver Emperor was like a flower blooming on the corpse, and Tang San was the stamen among the ten corpses.

The Purple Devil Eyes are not blind, so they can naturally see the patterns on the ground.

'It seems to be a kind of bird? No...it's...a bat. Like the gates of Haotian Sect, does it require special soul power to be driven?'

Tang San, who had no clue, could only grit his teeth and leave here first, or...

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"King Shura is crazy, kill him quickly!" The Killing Messenger ordered several law enforcement officers around him with a look of fear on his face.

But now that they have lost their soul skills, they are no better than ordinary fallen ones.

"It's not enough..." Tang San still needs to devour more to reach the sixty-level soul king. At this time, the Slaughter City is in chaos. It is a good opportunity to destroy the Slaughter City. Rather than die in the hands of the people outside, these evil people are better off

Become his Tang San's nourishment.

Under the influence of Huangquanlu, the King of Slaughter still had many die-hard fans. Even if he lost his soul skills, they still rushed forward to fight Tang San.

Tang San didn't care.

Immediately, Tang San looked at the Slaughter Envoy, the person who claimed to be the closest to the Slaughter King: "What secrets are hidden in the Slaughter City?"

"You are very strong, King Shura. I am willing to tell you everything I know. In the entire Slaughter City, except for the King of Slaughter, I am the only one who knows the most secrets. Please accept me." As he said this, the Slaughter Envoy knelt down.

Kneel down to Tang San to show your submission.

The looming jade arms and fragrant shoulders, but Tang San was not interested: "Tell me what you know."

"The City of Killing is a place where the power of a powerful person who has exceeded level 100 is transformed. If you can get the approval of this powerful person, you can obtain this power." The woman who has always been favored by the King of Killing, see

How powerful can a person be?

Tang San's heart moved, could this be the secret to becoming a god: "How to get this recognition?"

One sentence suppressed what Tang San wanted to know most. The corners of the Killing Messenger's mouth under the black gauze gently curved: "Hell Road...! As for the method to open the Hell Road, only the King of Killing has it, and only he can do it.

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"Do you know any other way?"

The Killing Messenger shook his head, making Tang San's face become a little gloomier again. As the Killing Messenger stopped his movements, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tang San looked indifferently at the back of the Killing Messenger, and Jiami chopped the Killing Messenger's throat into pieces with his knife.

"Are you done asking? Then I'll kill you."

Tang San's soul power shone slightly, blocking the blood foam flying in front of him.

"What are you here for?"

"Kill her, of course."

The two of them were silent, Tang San couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend, and his current strength couldn't beat Gunter.

Jiami turned around and took two steps, with her back to Tang San, and said with trembling lips: "Stay away from Gunter."

After saying that, she ran forward. She wanted to adjust her mood. She wanted to stabilize her mood. She wanted to forget what she had just thought and not have the memory of just now...

'Gaunt, is he the Mirror Master? Why do you keep me away from him?'

If you can't think clearly, stop thinking about it and keep it in your heart. No one will know what's going on in your heart, right? Unless the other person is no longer a human being.

'Damn it, where is the road to hell? Are we really going to find the King of Slaughter?'

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"How's it going?" Gunter asked the brown-robed figure sitting in front of the Shura Demonic Sword.

"Everything goes well." Half of the fair face exposed under the hood licked his lips and said in a seductive voice.

"Before you completely inherit and master the Shura Demonic Sword, I will reduce my ability to read your mind. If you have any questions, please tell me directly."

"I want..." As he said that, the python untied his brown robe and twisted in front of Gunter like a snake.

Gunter smiled.

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The few entrances to the Killing City were successfully blocked.

Those who had not yet come out were beaten back by the soul skills thrown in from outside.

As the prison of Wuhun Palace, it is really extremely difficult to escape.

With the garrison of Gunter's troops, the Slaughter City has changed its business model and continues to serve the exiled prisoners of Wuhun Palace.

While Tang San was busy absorbing soul power to hit level 60, Gaunt began to think about the ninth soul ring.

His strength is sufficient, so the quality requirements for the last soul ring can delay the acquisition time.

The Evil Killer Whale King, this sea soul beast gave Tang San: Destruction of the Blue Silver Demonic Mirror, a mirror-related soul skill.

The three-eyed golden eagle, a legendary auspicious beast, possesses the power related to destiny.

Gunter, who possesses the soul trading skill, can't wait to make a deal with the hundred thousand year old soul beast.

Putting on his clothes, he shook it gently with his right hand, and a goblet with flowing red wine appeared.

Gunter wishes he had a more comprehensive ability:

omnipotent.