Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

Puff, puff, puff... One after another corpses fell to the ground, and the ground of the tavern was stained with blood.

At this time, Hemingway's face was very calm.

Because what he is about to enter next is the killing city, where there are no friends or partners, only enemies. Kill anyone who can pose a threat. The purpose of his trip was to win the annual championship of Hell's Killing Fields. By the way, you can also hone your own murderous aura, and see if you can bypass the analogy and so on. Of course, the position of Asura God is also his goal.

After all, Asura God and his other martial soul, the Netherworld White Tiger, have a very good affinity, and he also wants to play with one person and two gods.

The waiter in the tavern was not panicked because dozens of people died. He was as calm as Hemingway, and seemed to be used to this scene.

"Do you want to enter the Killing Capital after killing a few people? You are not qualified." The waiter said coldly, "You can't even afford a cup of Bloody Mary, so why enter? Uh..."

A burst of energy knocked his head off.

Hemingway didn't turn around to look, but said indifferently, "Am I qualified now?"

The waiter obviously couldn't give him any more answers. He never imagined that this person would attack him. Blood spurted from the neck of the headless body, and the body fell down with a bang, gathering with the previous corpses.

After finishing speaking, Hemingway strode to the bar of the tavern, without even looking at the other two waiters who were already stunned behind the bar. He raised his hand and slapped it heavily on the bar. With a loud bang, the bar turned into pieces and flew in all directions, exposing the ground.

The two waiters were already dumbfounded.

"The entrance to the Slaughter City should be right here." Hemingway slammed into the air with a punch, and a terrifying energy roared out. Hit the ground hard!

A long time ago, Hemingway's arrogance had detected the difference here. Just below the bar is empty. There is no doubt that this town cannot be the capital of slaughter, and the entrance is the most reasonable explanation.

He won't go to any agency, and in different places, he has to use different methods.

With a bang. A huge hole appeared in the ground, and a cold wind blew up from under the cave.

Without hesitation, Hemingway jumped down and plunged directly into the pitch blackness of the ground. His body was instantly surrounded by darkness, and the whole person was submerged in it.

When he fell into the darkness, he just fell a few meters, and Hemingway was already down-to-earth. He didn't need light, and he could see everything clearly in the dark. This is a long corridor, extending diagonally downward, and the cold breath constantly blows Hemingway's body.

But to him, it was nothing at all, and he walked forward in a big step without looking at it.

When Hemingway walked 1,462 steps, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions, "Welcome to the capital of killing. This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get Everything you want, the price is your life."

Hemingway, who is always open to knowledge and domineering, has long felt that the material of this corridor is very special, and even his own mental power cannot penetrate it. His face changed slightly, and his expression couldn't help but be a little more cautious. But the pace under his feet did not stop.

In the darkness, the first thing to look forward to is his arrogance and domineering.

Then there are his people.

Turning a corner, there was a faint light coming from the front. Hemingway had seen beforehand that it was an open door. On the other side of the portal, there is a breath of life.

As he strode forward, Hemingway faintly heard a noise as he walked out of the corridor. In front of him, one hundred and one people appeared. They are all dressed in black armor, and even their faces are completely covered by helmets, and one hundred of them are holding heavy swords. There was only one person sitting on top of the tall warhorse. His horse was also covered in thick black armor.

"You broke the rules." The deep voice sounded extremely cold, and it didn't seem like it came from the mouth. The one who spoke was the black armored knight who was sitting right away.

Hemingway didn't look at him, but his eyes were turned behind him. What he saw was a black city. The thick black city wall is extremely wide, it turns out to be a city, and a purple moon hangs over the city.

The moon is very low, and it seems to be less than 500 meters away from the ground. If you look up, everything is black, like the existence of night.

"What if you violate the rules?" Hemingway asked indifferently.

The black armored knight's voice was still cold, with no human presence at all, "Then you must accept the punishment. If you defeat me, you will have the qualification to enter the Slaughter City."

"Didn't he kill you?" Hemingway asked indifferently.

The slender knight spear in the hand of the black armored knight raised slowly, and the black armored knights on both sides suddenly retreated slowly, flowing out of an open field.

"I'm Scott, the Dread Knight." The warhorse accelerated suddenly, and the black armored knight rushed towards Hemingway with a tragic aura. An icy aura filled the air, and an awe-inspiring murderous aura rushed towards him.

Although the murderous aura emanating from this black-armored knight was like a breeze to Hemingway, it also made his eyes shine. Soul power surged in his body, and he wanted to unleash the domineering arrogance of armament, but Hemingway suddenly found that his soul ring did not appear, and it seemed that all the soul skills had lost their effect at this moment.

Hemingway, who had known some of the information in advance, was not panicked at all, because this was already what he expected.

According to the description of the original book he had read, there were special rules in this capital of slaughter. Here, any soul skill was invalid. Even a soul master can only use the most basic power.

The most basic form of martial arts. The soul skill disappeared, but the soul power remained. and physical fitness will not decrease.

Frankly, this place was the perfect place for Hemingway. Because of the means of attack he usually relies on for a living. It is to use a tyrannical physique to push down all opponents. I seldom use soul skills. Although tri-color domineering is not available here. But with a strong physique and Navy Six Forms. It was enough to make him wantonly.

Facing a formidable enemy.

Hemingway's way of dealing with it was very simple, he just threw his fist and smashed it.

What his iron-hard fist greeted was the heavily armored terrifying knight with the great momentum of the warhorse.

boom! ! !

The war horse screamed, and the huge momentum came to an abrupt end.

A four-meter-long heavy knight spear burst into the air. flew far away. The horror knight Scott is no longer on the horse, and like his knight spear, the whole person has been blown away. And the war horse stopped on Hemingway's fist.

The huge momentum stopped here. Under the action of the powerful force, the warhorse turned sideways and twitched violently. Its neck has been completely broken in the collision of two strong forces.

How perverted Hemingway's physical fitness is today, even he himself has no basic concept. Just know that it is very strong! Although he didn't use his full strength in this punch, he even used his strength. But even so, the explosive power that this fluffy punch can generate is extremely terrifying!

The horror knight Scott slowly got up from the ground. On his right hand holding the knight's spear, the armor had all cracked and scattered, and even the armor on the entire right arm was the same. At the same time, the muscles and bones of his right arm were cracked.

Hemingway frowned, according to his original calculation of the opponent, this punch should be able to result in the opponent's life. But the power of this terrifying knight was stronger than he thought. Only life was left.

Walking forward step by step, Hemingway looked up at the purple moon. He secretly thought in his heart: The capital of slaughter that cannot use soul skills. I am coming.

"Stop, stop." Scott shouted sternly.

Hemingway looked at him coldly. At this time, Scott's helmet had fallen. A ferocious middle-aged face was revealed. He looked at Hemingway with a hint of panic. Obviously, he couldn't figure out why this young man's power was so terrifying. Isn't he a soul master?

"If you stop me again, I don't mind killing all of you." Hemingway said coldly.

"No, I'm not blocking you. You have passed my test. You are qualified to enter the Slaughter Capital." The Terror Knight said with some difficulty. What he didn't understand the most was that when ordinary spirit masters came here, they would be shocked because their spirit abilities could not be used, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to be affected in the slightest.

A black sign was handed to Hemingway, and Hemingway took it. The sign is engraved with a skull and a number 9527 below it.

"This is the proof that you are in the killing city. Please enter the city, and someone will meet you at the city gate."

Holding the sign, Hemingway strode forward without looking at the terrifying knight again.

Looking at Hemingway's retreating back, Scott pulled out the saber from his waist with his backhand, swung it down sharply, and cut off his completely shattered right arm. Scarlet blood spilled over the black earth. The smell of blood permeated the air.

The dark city gate gave people a feeling of extreme depression. On the huge city gate, the four characters of the capital of slaughter were hung high. In front of the door, two rows of black armored warriors stood there quietly. Before Hemingway could show his identity card, a woman with a black veil walked out. "Welcome to Killing Capital."

The woman's voice was very nice, and she stepped aside from Hemingway and made a gesture of please.

Although Hemingway was extremely surprised by this underground city, especially the limitation of his soul skills, he followed the woman into the city gate with the mentality of being at peace with it.

Perhaps because of the identity card in hand, no one stopped him. Walking into the city, Hemingway saw a blue-purple world. The lights hanging on both sides of the street only release these two kinds of light. To his surprise, there were not many people here, and no one paid attention to him as an outsider. Except that everything seems so dark, at first glance, it seems to be no different from an ordinary city.

"I'm your guide. You can ask me anything you don't understand. I'll answer all your questions within twelve hours. After twelve hours, this is where you live. You too Will officially become a member of the Slaughter City." Hemingway nodded and said, "What kind of place is the Slaughter City?"

The black gauze girl said, "A piece of paradise. A fallen paradise."

Hemingway frowned, "Is it that simple?" The black gauze girl nodded.

Hemingway asked, "How did the Slaughter Capital come to be?"

The answer given by the black gauze girl this time was more satisfactory to Hemingway, "The capital of slaughter has been formed for thousands of years. According to legend, it is the realm left by a powerful soul master after breaking through the 100th level. Here, all the skills of the soul master are People can only survive by instinct and their own strength. Soul power can be used as a source of strength.”

Hemingway looked at the black veil girl, "What are the rules here?"

The black gauze girl said calmly: "The rules here are that there are no rules. As a member of the Slaughter City, you can do anything here. Even if the titled Douluo from the outside world comes here, he will disappear because of his spirit skills. And become weaker. And we are under the slaughter king, and we don't need to fear them at all. In the slaughter capital, as long as you have enough ability, you can do anything you want. But I have to remind you. Because there are no rules, you can be in mortal danger at any time. In a sense, it's a paradise for sin."

"The Paradise of Sin?"

"Yes. Because many people come here, it is precisely because they cannot survive in the outside world that they have to choose to enter. After coming here, there is no need to worry about being chased and killed. Members will be protected by the Killing Capital."

Hemingway didn't care about the idea of ​​protection. Since he was able to come here by violent means, it meant that any strong man could do it. Without soul skills and soul power, Titled Douluo is still the powerhouse among powerhouses here.

Are the sinners really safe here?

"Mr. 9527. I understand what you are thinking." The black gauze girl said suddenly.

Hemingway froze for a moment. "You know what I'm thinking?"

"You must be thinking, how does the Slaughter Capital protect its people, right?" Hemingway thought, "How do you know?"

The girl in black gauze said: "Because everyone who has just arrived in the capital of slaughter will have such an idea. But soon, they will give up this idea. Entering the capital of slaughter, you need to go through the test and the test of slaughter. Although you Entered by a special method, but the overall murderousness in you is sufficient. And you defeated Lord Dread Knight. That's why you were allowed to join. However, I have to remind you. It is easy to enter the killing capital, but to get out, it is difficult to It's almost impossible."

"Can only go in, can't go out?" Hemingway looked at the black veil girl noncommittally. He didn't think he couldn't get out.

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