Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

In the dark world, the illusory moon hanging in the darkness exudes an evil light, and the blue and purple candles are extinguished one by one.

A human-shaped creature walks in the city formed by granite and obsidian.

This city, which was once full of killing and decadence, is now filled with endless madness, endless hunger, and endless death.

The immortal grass that Amon threw into the blood river under the hell road through Tang San's hand worked.

The effect of "Snow Swan Kiss" is to stimulate, stimulate potential, and also bring negative effects.

It stimulates the toxins in the blood river... The blood river is the source of the "Bloody Mary" in the killing city.

Therefore, those who drink "Bloody Mary" are also triggered by the chronic poison hidden in the body.

These degenerates, while becoming more powerful, are more obsessed with "Bloody Mary".

They frantically kill the same kind they can find, and then suck their blood to relieve their mental pain.

But like drinking poison to quench thirst, the more they drink, the deeper the poison, the more painful, and the more crazy. Drinking blood seemed to be the only thing on their minds.

The girl in black gauze panted, with red eyes and a dazed look, "Great King of Slaughter, I'm so thirsty, so thirsty..."

The tall, pale, blood-red robe, and stand-up collared cloak King of Slaughter grabbed the girl and bit her neck fiercely.

The sharp fangs pierced the skin and sucked blood in big mouthfuls: "I'm thirsty too, give your life."

The blood flowed and the body gradually became cold, but there was no pain on the girl's face, but a sense of satisfaction and joy.

After drinking the blood, the King of Slaughter calmed down. He flew into the sky and frowned at the more chaotic Slaughter City than before.

The current Slaughter City has lost its previous decadent atmosphere, leaving only hysterical madness.

"What's going on? What happened?" After checking all parts of the Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter finally locked his eyes on the blood river under the Hell Road.

The grand ceremony began. The King of Slaughter floated in the air, raised his hands, spread his five fingers, slightly bent, and formed claws.

A red wave spread from him and gradually spread throughout the city.

One by one, the figures fell down, and they were almost killed by the waves without struggling.

The blood evaporated into blood mist, and under the control of the King of Slaughter, it soared into the sky, forming huge tornadoes, and finally gathered in the hell killing field.

The blood flowed along the pattern on the ground, forming a bloody bat pattern.

He sacrificed the people of the entire city in exchange for the full opening of the road to hell.

The figure of the King of Slaughter appeared on the narrow platform that Tang San and Hu Liena had been to.

A small path leading to the outside world appeared in front.

The King of Slaughter did not even look at the path, and jumped down and jumped into the blood river below.

An invisible force spread out, and the fierce breath rising from the blood river was swallowed by this force. He is the King of Slaughter. These evil spirits, which are of the same origin as murderous aura but more ominous, are just food in front of him.

A moment later, the figure of the King of Slaughter appeared at the end of the bloody river, near the exit of the road to hell. In his hand, he held a white herb that had disappeared for most of the time.

Even after being placed in the dirty bloody river for so long, the "Snow Swan Kiss" was still white and holy as before.

"Damn bastards! You dared to poison the bloody river. I want you to pay for your sins with your lives."

The King of Slaughter roared, and he turned into a red light and soared into the sky.

Like a volcanic eruption, the peak of a mountain suddenly exploded, and red blood light overflowed.

The King of Slaughter quietly floated in the air, and then threw away the remaining half of the "Blood Swan Kiss".

He squinted his eyes, not quite used to the dazzling sunlight of the world above.

The King of Slaughter is a hybrid of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King and Tang Chen. His consciousness is somewhat biased towards the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, but it is also mixed with Tang Chen's evil thoughts.

But he does not have the memory that Tang Chen has, so after coming to the world above, he showed a confused look on his face.

In the past, when he was looking for someone in the City of Slaughter, he basically just flew around, but now, this boundless world with no end in sight made him quite confused, and he didn't know where to go.

In the woods, a young man wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat, and a crystal monocle on his right eye smiled. He looked at the blood-red figure flying down from the mountain and whispered to himself:

"Heh... I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The King of Slaughter suddenly felt a chill. He stopped and said in an arrogant tone:

"Who? Who dares to spy on the great King of Slaughter?"

He looked around uneasily, and felt that there were eyes watching him everywhere, in the air, on the grass, in the woods, everywhere.

Amon walked out slowly from behind the trees and said with a smile: "Hello."

It was the peak of the afternoon sun. The sun was emitting infinite light and heat, and the tall trees cast large shadows.

The King of Slaughter stared at Amon and felt that the strange man in front of him was familiar. After staring at him for a long time, he finally understood the source of this familiarity.

That face, wasn't it the Gehrman Sparrow who betrayed his trust and died in the killing field of hell?

"It's you? You're not dead?"

Amon raised his right hand and pinched his monocle:

"Of course I'm not dead, and it's not that easy to die."

"Although I don't know how you escaped from the Hell City to the ground, now the great King of Slaughter will show his mercy and give you another chance to serve him.

"Go find the 'Shura King' and the 'Hell Messenger'! I can promise you to become the captain of the Slaughter City Law Enforcement Team!"

The King of Slaughter looked down at Amon and said proudly.

Amon said "tsk" and whispered: "What a fool who can't see the situation clearly, do you think this is still the Slaughter City? "

As he spoke, an extremely terrifying aura burst out from his body.

As the number of clones and his own strength increased, the speed at which he used the "thief" to accumulate "soul power expression" became faster and faster.

Sometimes, even without accumulating in advance, he could rely on the temporary burst of all clones to gather enough power.

And the aura that Amon burst out was more condensed than three years ago, and the sense of oppression was heavier.

The King of Slaughter looked at Amon solemnly, with a look of surprise on his face: "Title Douluo?"

Then, he sneered: "Even if you are not in the Slaughter City, even if you are a Title Douluo, what's the matter? Since you dare to treat the great King of Slaughter with this attitude, let me grant you a death. "

Red blood mist emanated from the body of the King of Slaughter, carrying a strong corrosive aura, causing the contaminated vegetation to wither and die.

These auras quickly turned into a strong blood light, spreading out to form a strange domain, covering Amon.

Amon suddenly felt as if he had come to the City of Slaughter again, and all his soul skills were dormant and could not be used.

"See, this is my power, the same domain power as the City of Slaughter!" The King of Slaughter said proudly.

"This is my killing domain. When you are in it, you will not be able to use any soul skills, and can only let me slaughter you... Go to hell to repent for your ignorance and arrogance... Hehehe. "

He laughed coldly and rushed towards Amon like lightning, with his right hand with long blood-red nails and sharp claws grabbing Amon's neck.

Faced with such an attack, Amon calmly snapped his fingers, and a gray transparent spherical light curtain suddenly rose up and enveloped him.

The nails of the King of Slaughter collided with the light curtain, causing ripples on the transparent sphere.

Amon said with a hint of sarcasm: "King of Slaughter, is that all? No way? Is there really a Titled Douluo who can't even break my soul skill?"

"Is this... a soul bone skill?" He looked at Amon with a serious look.

"Well, it's just a trivial 100,000-year soul bone. "Amon smiled.

Although he has been promoted to a million-year soul bone, Amon is not in the habit of showing off.

Insignificant... a hundred thousand-year soul bone?

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment. Although he has been staying in the Slaughter City, he still knows the preciousness of soul bones.

Soul bones, and a hundred thousand years old, can this be described as insignificant?

"Hmph, after I kill you, this soul bone will be mine. Thank fate for its favor. "The King of Slaughter had a cold look in his eyes.

Many strange blood lines appeared on his pale skin, and a sword-shaped magic pattern appeared on his forehead. Behind him, a pair of blood-red wings slowly opened.

As his appearance changed, his aura suddenly increased. The rich blood light almost turned into substance, madly corroding the surrounding vegetation.

All vitality disappeared, adding a bit of death and ominous meaning to the blood light.

The King of Slaughter vibrated his wings, circled in the air for a few circles, and then rushed down quickly, with a speed so fast that an afterimage appeared.

Amon stretched out his right hand calmly and condensed a substantial soul barrier in front of him.

Bang!

A violent collision sounded, and the surging soul power set off a burst of airflow. The faster the King of Slaughter rushed, the faster he flew back.

His feet stepped on the ground, plowing two shallow gullies on the ground, looking at the barrier that did not move at all, his face became much gloomier.

"Humph, you only know how to hide in the turtle shell? "The King of Slaughter snorted.

"A turtle shell? But it's useful. You haven't broken it yet, have you?" Amon had a teasing smile on his face.

The King of Slaughter was furious. He found that he seemed to have no way to hurt Amon.

His strength lies in the killing field that can ban other people's soul skills. If a general Titled Douluo loses his soul skills and cannot cope with his terrifying speed, he will be killed in the blink of an eye.

But Amon's soul bone skills are not within the ban range of the killing field, and can provide all-round defense.