Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

Tell this to Hu Liena, of course, not because Hemingway is grateful to her for speaking about the realm of killing gods. From Hu Liena's words, he could hear that the golden generation of the Spirit Hall did not lie to himself, nor did he mean to deceive himself. The road to hell was obviously not easy. That's why Hemingway told her that she had been poisoned.

In this place, there are no friends or enemies to say, as long as it is beneficial to their own survival, they will not hesitate. Everything has to wait until I can get out of here.

Hemingway stretched out his hand, spread it out, and activated his water control ability. Immediately, the surrounding water molecules condensed. Under his control, it finally condensed into a small drop of crystal clear water!

He threw the small water droplet to her and said lightly: "If you trust me, eat it. It only takes a moment to evolve the toxins in your body. If you don't believe me, then on the road to hell, neither will we. Cooperation is required. I don't want to have a ticking time bomb by my side all the time."

This drop of water is the purified water that he condensed and produced by using his ability to control water. Specifically targeting toxins in the Killing Capital. He had discovered before that the so-called Bloody Mary contained a special toxin. Therefore, an antidote was specially formulated for this purpose.

Looking at Hemingway's dull and depressing eyes, Hu Liena took the crystal clear water droplets, threw them into the mouth without hesitation, turned and walked outside, while leaving, her last words drifted into Hemingway's ears, "I believe You. Trust me too. Because we all need to get out alive."

Three days later, hell killing fields.

boom! ! !

The last opponent was killed by a headshot with a punch from Hemingway. Even he couldn't help raising his hands high at this time, unreservedly releasing the terrifying and bloody killing aura from his entire body.

One hundred games, finally completed.

The almost substantial murderous aura formed a huge vortex in the air. Around Nuoda's field, a large number of fallen spectators fell silent under the effect of the huge murderous aura released by him. The three characters of King Shura are like a symbol of death!

This is exactly the same position in their hearts as the final winner of the last game, the messenger of hell. Everyone thinks that King Shura is the most terrifying existence, because none of his opponents can leave a whole corpse, and they are all mutilated by him in an extremely brutal way. .

"Congratulations, young King Shura." A low and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

Hemingway heard this voice and knew that the Lord was coming, and the murderous aura released from his body naturally retracted, and his expression returned to dullness.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the hell killing field suddenly rose to the extreme, because in mid-air, a blood-red figure was falling from the sky.

"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." The cry made the Fallen hoarse, but they didn't mean to stop.

Hemingway's heart was awe-inspiring, and he looked at the scarlet figure in the air. It was a tall man, wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak. With a pale complexion, a pair of completely blood-red eyes, his body slowly descended from the sky, as if he did not need to be restricted by gravity at all.

Suspended in mid-air five meters above the ground, the King of Slaughter stopped descending and looked down at Hemingway from the sky. The low but sharp voice sounded again, "There is a messenger from hell."

The gates on the other side of the killing fields of hell opened,

At this time, her eyes were nearly half blood red, and Hu Liena, whose breath was obviously uneven because of her murderous aura, walked over slowly. When her eyes were fixed on Hemingway, her breath became a little more stable.

The King of Slaughter's gaze fell on the viewing platform of the Slaughter Field of Hell. "I am very happy to witness the birth of two powerful killing fields today. Yum, who has not appeared in decades, is shown in two young people. With their powerful strength and terrifying murderous aura, Makes you tremble, doesn't it? My people."

"Yes Yes Yes--"

There seems to be a unique charisma about the Slaughter Lord that makes all the Fallen feel an almost mad adoration upon seeing him. From him, Hemingway could smell a faint sweet smell, which was a little intoxicating. Unfortunately, for him and Hu Liena, this impact can be said to be minimal.

The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Hemingway and Hu Liena, "King Shura, the messenger of hell. Thank you for making me feel the existence of passion again. Yum, very good. In recognition of your achievements. I decided to award you the title of God of Killing. . From now on, you can all enter and leave the Killing City on your own. And you will be hired as a guest of the Killing City under yourself."

No need to go to hell?

Hemingway looked at Hu Liena in surprise, just to find that Hu Liena was also looking at him. Both of them had doubts in their eyes. What the hell is this Slaughter King doing? Granted the title of Killing God without going through the Hell Road.

Hemingway and Hu Liena are undoubtedly smart people, they just exchanged their eyes and understood the intention of the King of Slaughter. Going the road to hell is undoubtedly extremely dangerous. But behind the danger, there is the huge temptation of the Killing God Domain. The King of Slaughter in front of him obviously didn't want them to obtain the Slaughter God Domain.

Hu Liena was the first to speak, "No need. Great King of Slaughter. We can't break the rules of the Slaughter City because of us. I am willing to pass the test of Hell Road and get your reward. I hope to rely on my own strength to go out from here. , to become a real killing god."

The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed, "I'm afraid you don't know the horror of the hell road. Hell messenger, I hope you understand that a person's life is only once."

Hu Liena sneered, "Great King of Slaughter, isn't it a bit ridiculous that you and I are talking about life? This is the world of slaughter."

A stronger red light flashed from the Slaughter King's eyes, and his eyes turned to Hemingway, "What about you? Are you willing to accept my reward and become the VIP guest of the Slaughter City?"

Hemingway smiled indifferently, "The purpose of my coming here is to walk the hell road. Lord of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness. Please open the entrance to the hell road. I would like to pass this time together with the messenger of hell. test."

The King of Slaughter's expression suddenly changed, "You guys want to join hands to pass the hell road?!"

Hu Liena sneered: "In this world, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. Instead of both of them dying in the road to hell, why don't they both go out alive and become the real killing gods? The matter between us is nothing to do with each other. I need you to worry about it. The great Slaughter King, please follow the rules of the Slaughter City."

Circles of pale red halos were released from the Slaughter King. If it weren't for the scruples in his heart, he would have destroyed the two people in front of him. But he can't do that. Because he was afraid, afraid that the capital of slaughter would be destroyed.

In this dark world, although he has some resources, if he provokes the people behind Hu Liena and Hemingway's mysterious trump card, then I am afraid that it will also be overturned.

"That's the case. Then you should walk the hell road. It is also a good trip to be a companion on the hell road. In addition, if you can pass the test of the hell road and become a new generation of killing gods. Please also replace me to your elders. Hello." The King of Slaughter's tone was obviously cold, even with a hint of irony. The last sentence was addressed to Hu Liena.

Is the road to hell really that easy to break through? Even if you are two people, it is not so easy.

The thick red mist was suddenly released from the Slaughter King, and Hemingway and Hu Liena, who were forced by the huge breath, had to retreat quickly. I have been withdrawing dozens of meters before I can barely bear it.

What the Slaughter King released was not murderous aura, but an extremely evil aura that made the bone marrow stiffen. The evil icy red ripples slowly spread out, and in the blink of an eye, they spread to the audience.

The fallen ones sitting in the auditorium were all surprisingly excited, and they all wanted to see the opening of the road to hell. However, what they don't know is that their lives have come to an end. Except for the Slaughter God and the Slaughter King, no one has ever seen the opening of the Hell Road, because everyone who has seen it has died. In other words, they have all become sacrifices for the opening of the road to hell.

Hemingway and Hu Liena soon discovered that although the red light released from the Slaughter King brought them a lot of pressure, the red light was not aimed at them. Instead, they headed towards the surrounding stands. The Fallen who were madly cheering gradually became quiet as the red light landed on the viewing platform. The eyes of each Fallen gradually became dull, and then the dullness turned into blood-filled red. It didn't take long, when that When the red light formed a huge barrier in the entire hell killing field, screams of pain began to sound from the person who first came into contact with the red light.

Affected by the red light, those fallen people seemed to be half insane, desperately grabbing their own faces and their bodies... Most of the fallen people who could survive in the inner city had a certain strength. The strength was completely acting on himself, and even the scream contained an extremely excited pleasure. It seems that in the process of self-torture, he has received infinite enjoyment.

The skin was rolled, blood was pouring out, and they even pulled out their own internal organs. The whole madness doesn't stop until the end of life. There are more and more fallen people who have undergone such changes until it spreads across the field.

Although Hemingway and Hu Liena had both experienced countless killings in this killing capital, facing the large-scale terrifying situation in front of them, their expressions still changed, and the murderous aura in their bodies became more and more uncontrollable.

Looking at each other, Hu Liena clearly saw a strong flash of malice in Hemingway's eyes. As long as it is a human being, as long as there is a little bit of humanity, seeing this scene in front of her, she will definitely be full of hatred for the Killing Capital.

The blood splattered on the ground and began to condense, and a large amount of blood flowed down the inconspicuous small pipes under the auditorium to the central venue of the killing field like small streams. It was clearly visible that countless meandering red liquids flowed into the field like small snakes.

Hemingway's brows could not help wrinkling, the ghost white tiger spirit inside his body roared! A strong murderous aura continued to burst out in the body, and there was a possibility of eruption at any time.

"It is their glory to be able to become a sacrifice for the opening of the Hell Road." The low voice of the King of Slaughter sounded.

At this time, the screams had gradually ceased. Except for Hemingway, Hu Liena, and the King of Slaughter, there seemed to be no one alive here. The blood flowed into the field and did not spread in a straight line. At some point in time, grooves appeared on the ground. The blood flowed into it, and gradually, it converged into a huge blood-red pattern on the ground.

At this time, Hemingway and Hu Liena were in the pattern, and it was difficult to see the whole picture, but their spiritual power was far stronger than that of ordinary soul masters. Involuntarily, he closed his eyes, released his mental power in the air, and observed the surrounding situation. They found that the pattern formed by the blood coagulation turned out to be a creature similar to a bird, but it looked a little strange, not as simple as an ordinary bird.

What exactly is this?

Just when Hemingway was puzzled, suddenly, the bird's eyes lit up, and the spiritual power released by Hemingway and Hu Liena was shattered almost in an instant, and a huge red light shot up into the sky, instantly shattering the two of them. Body swept inside.

All perceptions around him became blurred. Only the low, sharp voice of the Slaughter King echoed in his ears. "Good luck on your way to hell."

At the moment when his mental power was crushed, Hemingway finally figured out what the bird-shaped pattern looked like, the bat, which seemed to be the pattern of a bat.

Under the blood-red engulfment, Hemingway and Hu Liena felt the void under their feet at the same time, everything around them became illusory, and all perceptions had been completely closed at this moment.

The pain that they could not control caused an inexplicable fear in their hearts. What they couldn't see was that the murderous auras on their bodies converged into a layer of faint white ripples to protect their bodies. If it weren't for the existence of these murderous auras, they would have been truly devoured at the moment when the blood color spread.

Soul power was released on its own, and on Hemingway, in addition to the white ripples composed of murderous aura, there was also a faint blue halo. Compared with the cold, evil, dead aura in the blood light, although the blue light released by Hemingway was not strong, it was full of the breath of life.

The tenacious vitality firmly protects Hemingway in it, not only isolating the blood from the outside world, but also completely isolating the murderous aura. Therefore, although Hemingway could not control everything in the outside world now, the temporary blocking of murderous aura made him not need to bear the huge pressure, and his body felt much more comfortable.

I don't know how long it took, with a violent shock, all the feelings returned. The surrounding blood light gradually faded. When Hemingway and Hu Liena were fully awake, they found themselves on a circular platform. The platform is only about five meters in diameter, which is not very large. Both fell to the ground.

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