Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Ten Fierce Sky Horned Ants

"Sorrow, loss, betrayal, three kinds of emotional fluctuations unique to human beings, it seems that deep in his heart, there is still a place that I have not completely polluted and controlled."

The King of Slaughter, who wanted to understand what was going on, was glowing red all over his body, and an extremely strong evil aura erupted impressively, beginning to pollute the last area of ​​his body.

in a minute.

"Um?"

The corner of the Slaughter King's mouth was bleeding, and at the same time, he frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice, "What a terrible obsession. In a short period of time, there is no way to pollute and erode."

During the conversation.

He waved his hands away because he was inexplicably injured and wanted to step forward to help his charming maid.

When there were no one around, the Slaughter King whispered, "Tang Chen! Tang Chen, I never thought that a mere human woman would make you miss me so much. I never thought that you would be a ridiculously infatuated species."

"However, this also makes sense. Why did you have such a big spiritual loophole in the Nine Asura Examinations, which caused you, a man who is about to pass the God Examination, to be controlled by me."

"Sura is not a ruthless way, but a kind of world love. Stop killing with killing, and stop evil with evil. The way of Shura is to rule the darkness and killing in this world."

"You became a god for her, not for the sake of the common people in the world. If the city of killing doesn't help you, and Shura's divine sense betrays you, how can you compete with me?"

"Forget it, in a few decades, when I have completely merged with your body and become you completely, I will definitely take good care of that human woman for you."

"Uh ha ha ha ha ha."

There was an evil smile on the corner of the Slaughter King's mouth, and he couldn't help laughing as he covered his face with his hands.

The sudden strange emotion of this body made him understand that his current control over this body has indeed not yet reached 100% perfect control.

But even so, ninety-nine percent of it is under control, and there are basically no major accidents. The original consciousness of this body cannot escape his control.

Unless someone can destroy the City of Slaughter. Destroy this place that contains countless crimes and blood in the Douluo Continent, otherwise this man whose body and mind has been completely controlled will never have a chance of waking up.

the other side.

The killing capital, the killing arena.

On the arena, a ragged middle-aged man, holding a mighty and domineering Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, was fighting with a thin man opposite him holding a strange hook.

It's a pity that the battle was one-sided, the thin man holding a strange hook and lock, he was obviously no match for the middle-aged man, the Clear Sky Hammer almost smashed him into meatloaf a few times.

"Kill, that's it, kill him."

"Tang Hao, I bought you to win, don't lose!"

"Oh, isn't this the killing god who walked out of the killing capital many years ago? Why has he fallen like this now?"

"I heard that someone forcibly dug out the soul bone that is closely connected with his own soul power. Now that his strength has dropped greatly, he is no longer the majestic Haotian Douluo he used to be."

"Without the strength of the past, so what if he used to be the god of killing? As long as he stays in the capital of killing, he must go to fight and fight, so as not to be executed by the king of killing."

"In the Capital of Slaughter, no one can resist the King of Slaughter, even Tang Hao is no exception, not to mention that his strength has plummeted now, and he is no longer the Clear Sky Douluo he used to be."

There were numerous discussions in the arena, and everyone was admiring the killing feast.

This is an arena full of crime and blood. In this arena, people are dying all the time, and there are people cheering all the time.

No one cared about the dead. On the ring of the killing arena, scarlet blood flowed on the ground, and flowed along the gullies to an unknown place.

And under the killing arena, there are rows of neat seats.

Hundreds of evil soul masters who rely on the killing capital to barely survive, their faces flushed, kept cheering for a certain party, hoping to get a good reward.

Where there are people, there is killing, and where there is killing, there is birth gambling.

That's right, Capital of Slaughter doesn't need money, but there are things like money.

And this kind of thing is blood red all over, it has a nice name, Bloody Mary.

It is composed of human blood mixed with an unknown highly poisonous liquor. It tastes spicy and irritating, but it can calm down the uncontrollable murderous aura in the heart.

Bloody Marys are indeed poison, and even addictive.

But living in a strange place like the Killing City, where there is no sunlight all day long, most of the evil soul masters would have died long ago if there was no Bloody Mary to reconcile the yin and yang energy in their body.

They are just mortals, there are no soul masters with soul power over the ninetieth level, and they are not even considered extraordinary beings. How can they have the ability to survive for a long time in a place full of negative forces.

Perhaps in other places, Bloody Mary is indeed a well-deserved poison, an addictive slow poison, but in the killing capital, it is an indispensable life-saving medicine.

In a corner of the Killing Arena, there were four men in pitch-black robes, each holding a glass of scarlet wine in their hands, taking a sip from time to time.

Three of the men looked weathered and were about the same age as Tang Hao, and the last man was younger, in his twenties at most.

At this time, the battle in the arena was coming to an end. They watched as Tang Hao was struck by a thin man before he died, forcibly biting off a piece of flesh on his arm.

The few men who got together to drink couldn't help gloating.

"OK!"

"It's comfortable."

"Good job."

"Tang Hao, you will have such a day too!"

"It's a good bite! If you die, you will bite off a piece of his flesh."

"The drop in soul power is so outrageous, he really has been punished."

But talking and talking.

These people seemed to have a grudge against Tang Hao, and began to curse at Tang Hao's figure.

"Tang Hao is a thief. Others don't know what kind of guy he is. Don't those of us who have been judged to be evil soul masters by the Wuhun Temple and the two empires know?"

"That's right, this kid did more outrageous things when he was young than we did. If he hadn't been protected by the sect, his reputation would have been ruined."

"Haha, in the past, relying on the prestige of the Haotian School, he acted recklessly on the continent, doing his own way, killing commoners, occupying wives, and intentionally humiliating other sect disciples. I believe he must have never imagined that he would have such a desolate day, right?"

"It's really fucking unfair. These disciples of the upper three sects are more disgusting than the other! Our commoner-born soul masters seem destined to be bullied by them."

"By the way, there is also that Yu Xiaogang, what are you, other than a pig who only knows how to fart, what skills do you have? How dare you teach your grandfather me a lesson?"

"Return the golden iron triangle, go. Fucking golden iron triangle, if it wasn't for the female Tyrannosaurus rex and the owl to protect him, I would have killed this bastard who was pretending in front of me a long time ago."

"But you have to say that this kind of person is lucky. He seemed to have a close relationship with Bibi Dong, the saintess of the Spirit Hall."

Topics drift away.

But soon, they shifted the topic of discussion back to Tang Hao.

"Why are you angry, you are so angry that your body is broken, be careful to die in the arena next time."

"They have backgrounds. Someone is responsible for killing civilians. There are also sects for other things. There are two big empires that will protect them, but we can only be forced into the capital of killing in order to survive."

"By the way, why did Tang Hao come to the Slaughter City? Didn't he cross the road to hell and become the God of Death? The current him should have left the Slaughter City long ago."

"Even if they killed a lot of civilians, couldn't they settle the last three cases? Why did they come to the capital of killing for no reason?"

"You don't know? Tang Hao is no longer a member of the Clear Sky School, and now he has no protection from the sect at all."

"No way!"

"When did this happen?"

"That's right, I remember when I first came here, wasn't he known as the number one genius in the mainland, the number one master craftsman in the world, and the designated heir of the next suzerain of the Haotian School?"

Looking at the group in front of him, the "old man" who had been in the killing city for more than ten years looked curious, and the young man who was new to the killing city, he did not pretend to be mysterious in front of his predecessors.

After all, someone who can stay in the killing capital for more than ten years, not to mention their age, must be very strong in terms of strength.

Isn't it easy to bully yourself as a newcomer?

Think here.

The man who had just entered Slaughter City said directly: "Seniors, this happened more than ten years ago. There are many people who know about this matter, but few people know the real inside story."

"At that time, Tang Hao got mixed up with a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and for some reason, it happened when the 100,000-year-old soul beast became pregnant and gave birth to an heir."

"The former pope of Wuhundian didn't know where he got the news. He found the two people who were wandering outside, and asked Tang Hao to hand over the 100,000-year-old soul beast."

"Tang Hao was naturally unwilling, and finally started a fight. Seeing that he couldn't beat it, the hundred thousand year soul beast chose to sacrifice for this man and his newborn child."

"With the sacrifice of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, Tang Hao is of course showing great power. He alone fought three veteran titled Douluo, and the power shocked the mainland. In the end, he accidentally struck too hard. Did the former Pope of the Spirit Palace go back? How long before he died."

"So the old man came out to ask for an explanation. He didn't expect that the Haotianzong was actually a group of men who didn't even think about it. He expelled Tang Hao from the Haotianzong and deprived him of the rights of the direct bloodline disciples of the Haotianzong. identity."

Talking and talking.

The young man who had just entered the Slaughter City suddenly felt that something was wrong, and asked in confusion: "For more than ten years, no one has spread the news? These things have already spread all over the mainland. It stands to reason that you should We all know."

The voice just fell.

These "old men" looked at the "young men" who had just entered the killing capital.

They looked at each other with smiles in their eyes,

One of them drank the Bloody Mary in the glass in one gulp, and said with a smile, "Boy, what do you think the place of killing is? Is it a place for you to enjoy life?"

"This is hell, a hell of wanton killing. Everyone is fighting for survival. Who is in the mood to tell you what happened outside!"

After saying this, he suddenly became murderous, his eyes became extremely fierce, staring at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to eat him in one bite.

"I don't know how you, a stupid and naive idiot, got here. Let me tell you, most of the people here are evil soul masters who have been hunted down by the Wuhun Temple. Choose where to enter."

"Here, people can come in and out, and there are killings happening all the time. Everyone is trying to please the king of killing. The blood in the killing arena has never coagulated."

Hear here.

The young man stammered and said: "But I heard that some people have gone out from here, and those who have gone out have become great big shots."

As soon as this remark came out.

Everyone present couldn't help but burst out laughing, as if they were laughing at a big idiot.

"Hahaha, you idiot actually want to clear the hell road, do you think you are the next Tang Hao? Or do you think you are the next Bibi Dong?"

"They are all gods of killing who have won a hundred victories in the killing arena, so they are eligible to pass the hell road. What are you? An idiot with little murderous aura!"

"Wait to die. There's no way out. You can enter the Slaughter City but you can't get out. I didn't expect there to be idiots throwing themselves into the trap. We entered the Slaughter City because we had nowhere to go."

Facing the ridicule of the people around him, the young man did not refute. He believed that as long as he worked hard enough, he would definitely win a hundred games.

Become the god of killing, cross the road to hell, and walk out of the capital of killing!

If someone can do it, why can't I?

However.

Seeing the confident expression on the young man's face, these old fritters who had been in the killing capital for more than ten years immediately understood what this young man was really thinking.

They have seen too many idiots like this.

They firmly believe that hard work can change their destiny, but the level of soul power that has not moved for decades will thoroughly tell them what reality is.

"Cut, it's boring. Another idiot with a heart higher than the sky and a life thinner than paper. He is a disciple of the Shang Sanzong and a saint of the Wuhun Temple. His talent is definitely the top in the mainland, and you, tsk tsk tsk, don't take a pee. Taking care of myself, I don’t know where the confidence comes from.”

"Let's go, maybe he participated in the first killing arena and was torn to pieces."

"If hard work is useful, what do you need genius for?"

at the same time.

Sea God Island, Sea God Temple.

In a large hall, there were two people sitting on one left and one on the right, Dong Qing was on the left, Bo Saixi was sitting upright, neither of them spoke.

Although the two of them looked very quiet, it didn't mean that the air fell into silence.

The maid with black-rimmed glasses held a pot of steaming hot tea in her hand. She first poured a cup for her big priest, then walked up to Dong Qing gracefully, and poured him a second cup of tea.

Finally, before she exited the hall, she glanced at Dong Qing curiously.

"The great priest likes boys of this age?"

The maid with black-rimmed glasses had a strange expression, and closed the black door casually.

That's right, it's a boy.

Who made Dong Qing look so tender, she looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who hadn't grown up yet, and she herself was already an old aunt in her thirties.

"Crack" sounded the door closing.

"Dongqing."

"Great offering!"