Douluo's invincible support

Just when Tang won his 90th consecutive victory, he had just killed 900 people.

It was not enough to condense the murderous intent. In fact, it was his own fault. You should know that everyone else was besieging them in various ways. However, when it came to Tang, there was no such thing. It was all because he killed people too easily.

Often after a fight, his soul power is not used much.

Even if others wanted to sneak up on him, they wouldn't have the guts to do so.

"No, it won't work like this. In this case, even if I win a hundred consecutive victories and obtain the Killing God Domain, I'm afraid my understanding of the domain and murderous intent will not be deep enough." The familiar madness flashed through Tang's eyes again.

Sitting high on a building in the Killing City, looking at the people who were gradually losing their rationality, Tang sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Since the current murderous aura was not enough for him, he concentrated on the God of Killing Domain.

Then he can only kill more people to exercise his murderous spirit.

If you ask, is there anyone there?

Look at the people walking in that killing city, aren't they all human beings? Moreover, they are all evil people, and there is no burden to kill them.

There are too few people in the Hell Killing Fields, so there is no challenge.

Just do it

Those who were drunk and dreaming and died of hedonism, those who were killing people, all skin and bones, those who calculated how many Bloody Marys they could still contribute, all lost their lives under Tang's dagger.

At the hands of Tang, he ended his life.

...

Within a few days

There are fewer people in the killing city.

One can only imagine how many people Tang killed!

Everyone who knew about it was hiding. They knew that in the city of killing, there was a madman who killed everyone he saw.

The most important thing is that they can't defeat this madman.

Failure to defeat means being killed.

No one was willing to give up their lives in response to Tang Wuqing's harvest, otherwise no one would be willing to come to the Killing City.

Someone spontaneously summoned a hundred people to stop Tang. On the other hand, they wanted to end the theft of Tang's achievements.

Ninety consecutive wins

In the killing city, countless people want to win Yum

Everyone who comes here to compete, in addition to the right to continue to survive in the City of Killing, is most looking forward to a hundred victories. With the title of Champion of 100 games, you can become a resident of the City of Killing permanently. In addition to being unable to leave here

In addition, he has extremely high authority here, and can even become the guest of the King of Slaughter.

As people go to higher places, this principle is the same everywhere.

If you kill Tang, you can get the fruits of Tang's ninety consecutive victories.

In the outer city of the killing city, there were more than a hundred people standing in front of Tang. Endless murderous aura condensed on Tang. Compared with when he first came here, Tang's playful expression was cold and cold, and even his body was releasing a rich layer of aura.

The smell of blood.

Coldness, bloodthirsty, cruelty, and countless negative auras can all be found in Tang.

It's not that he couldn't control it, but that Tang did it on purpose.

This is the only way to practice murderous aura.

So much so that when facing a hundred desperadoes, endless coldness was released and condensed on Tang's body. Those with sharp eyes around Tang could see that endless white void was evolving around Tang, which was a sign that the Killing God Realm was about to take shape.

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"Ah!"

"I will use you to become the last batch of foundation builders in my field. The honor I bestow upon you can be regarded as the last bit of value you contribute to this world." He flipped his left hand and originally planned to use Bai Hubi's Tangba Soul.

The guide was taken back.

For Tang

The value of these one hundred people is to contribute their blood and energy to condense their own God of Killing Domain.

There was nothing fancy about it. In order to show respect and attention, Tang tried his best with every punch, and did not use any soul power to protect himself. He simply used his murderous aura to frighten outsiders.

Tang simply turned into a killing machine, and wherever he went, there was a cloud of blood mist.

The blood energy invaded the soul, and a coldness came leisurely. Tang gradually lost consciousness, and his consciousness also began to quietly disappear along with Tang's consciousness.

It was the coldness brought by the murderous aura, not the body. It was the purest murderous aura, which was condensing with the changes in Tang's body.

Without soul protection and surrounded by hundreds of people, no matter how fast Tang was, he would still suffer countless wounds from the swords.

But in the blink of an eye, the person who slashed Tang turned into a mass of blood mist

Kill kill kill!

In Tang's eyes, there was only killing, killing until the earth was shattered.

If you dare to come to me, you are seeking death with one punch and one head.

During the long battle, Tang understood that man is a very magical animal. If you don't explode with all your strength, you won't die. Then even if you lose arms and limbs, that person may fight back against you.

So it's good to turn into blood mist...

I don’t know how long has passed

Hundreds of people were all dead, with no bones left and blood floating in the oars.

It was a river of blood in the true sense. When Tang climbed up from the river of blood, he climbed up from the fleshy foam collected from the flesh and blood of countless people.

His whole body was shocked. Tang's pale blue eyes did not have his Sharingan activated, but there was a touch of blood red out of thin air. The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread out from Tang's body almost instantly.

The river of blood under his feet solidified and was frozen almost the moment Tang released his stupidity.

Done

Tang Hao had demonstrated to Tang that in the realm of the God of Death, the most obvious sign of the materialization of murderous aura was that liquids could be frozen with murderous aura.

After countless killings and the murderous aura accumulated from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Tang relied on his own abilities to condense the realm of the God of Death.

Condensed the realm of the God of Killing by himself

"The next step is to pass through the road to hell, and then rely on this road to condense the God of Killing Domain again."

Tang believed that the realm of the God of Death + the realm of the God of Death was definitely not as simple as one plus one being greater than two.

Tang can't imagine such changes.

However, it’s all about being strong!

...

I changed into a new set of clothes and cleaned myself.

Tang once again walked into the killing fields of hell and entered the scene again.

Looking at the nine people who were looking at him tremblingly, Tang knew that his deeds might have been spread out. Along the way, those people who usually killed people without blinking were looking at him with fear. They wished they could stay far away from him.

, for fear that he would directly violently kill someone.

Don't know why, but Tang was enjoying it.

Enjoy the fear of these degenerates around you. The more scared they are, the happier Tang feels.

Roaring and hissing. Nine voices sounded at the same time. They knew that if Tang didn't die, they would be the ones who died.

But no matter how hard you work, no matter how hard you work, some things will be destined from the beginning.

After Tang crushed the last man's head with his foot, he won the ninety-first game.

Don kept fighting

The city of killing, a dark and spacious room.

It was an extremely huge chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals outlined a drum-tower-like shape. Except for this chair, everything here was dark red.

A pair of emotionless eyes looked at Tang from the window.

Tang, who was competing, felt something in his heart and responded unceremoniously. A blood-red light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

Those eyes screamed as if they had been severely injured.

The man in the darkness covered his head in pain, and his two faces kept changing.

"There will be no next time, be your king." Tang's voice followed his eyes and came across the space.

On the battlefield, Tang seemed to have thought of something, and he had already held back.