People are in Douluo, coaxing Xiaowu's soul ring

"Xue'er, let's go." Lan Si tilted his head and smiled at Qian Renxue.

"Yeah." Qian Renxue nodded slightly, took Lan Si's arm, and continued walking to the front of the street.

Ning Rongrong stood in front of the Shrek Academy on the street with a disappointed look on her face. Lan Si never looked at her from beginning to end.

As for Qian Renxue, the moment she crossed paths with Ning Rongrong, she gave him a proud smile, as if to say, this little man is mine, so just give up on this idea.

After Lan Si left, Flanders and Zhao Wuji arrived belatedly under the influence of Li Yusong.

When they saw a big hole smashed into the wall of the building opposite Shrek Academy, they looked shocked.

Then he saw a big hole in the wall of Shrek Academy, and his shock instantly turned into anger. Flanders yelled, "Who... who smashed the wall of Shrek Academy...

Lose money...lose money..."

Everyone present was speechless for a while. Zhao Wuji felt that his face was a little hot. He pushed Flanders and motioned for Ning Rongrong to be aside.

Flanders walked up to Ning Rongrong and asked quickly, "Rongrong, who is this wall... Oh no, where are Mubai and Hongjun? Lao Li said that they are going to fight with someone, and they are here

where?"

Ning Rongrong grimaced, wiped the slightly moist corners of her eyes, and pointed to the street walls on both sides with an ashen face, "They are in the pothole that was smashed."

"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Flanders and Zhao Wuji twitched their mouths at the same time. Without caring about anything else, saving people was the most important thing, and walked left and right into the hole in the wall.

"Who made our Rongrong sad?" Just when Flanders and Zhao Wuji went to dig someone up, a cold voice sounded out of thin air. This voice was somewhat familiar to Ning Rongrong, but also a little unfamiliar, and the tone was even more...

Deja vu.

It seems somewhat similar to the cold tone Tang Ritian gave when Yuexuan and Tang Ritian reunited.

Ning Rongrong wiped the corners of her eyes again, searching for her voice.

A young man over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a slender figure appeared in her field of vision.

Ordinary appearance, pale face, uncombed long black hair hanging quietly on the shoulders, a pair of black eyes full of coldness. Every move and every move will invisibly exude a cold evil spirit. It makes people look at it.

I shuddered.

He was none other than Tang San, who had just emerged from the Killing City after two and a half years.

a month ago.

The city of killing, the killing field of hell.

"Congratulations, young King Shura, you have become the third person in recent years, after the black-robed man and the Hell Messenger, to win a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Fields." The King of Slaughter said to Tang San.

"Third place?" Tang San was suddenly startled. He never expected that besides him and his father Tang Ritian, there would be people who had obtained the Killing God Realm. He immediately asked: "May I ask the King of Killing, please ask the black-robed man

How long did it take for the Hell Messengers to win a hundred consecutive victories?"

"One year and three months." The King of Slaughter replied calmly.

"One year and three months?" Tang San frowned instantly. As the winner of a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Fields, he knew very well how cruel the competition in this Hell Killing Fields was. Not only did he have to survive in the ring, but he also had to survive in the Hell Killing Fields.

Outside the ring, guarding against sudden attacks by the Fallen, and taking time to recover from injuries sustained during the competition, etc., took a lot of time and energy.

In addition, in the later stages of the game, there will often be situations where no one can be matched.

According to his estimation, excluding external factors such as attacks and injuries, even if he continuously participated in all the matches that he could match, the time spent playing would never be less than one year and three months.

Doesn’t this mean that the first two people suffered almost no injuries in all the games? They participated in every game?

How could this not surprise him?

The King of Slaughter seemed to have read Tang San's thoughts, and said calmly: "You don't have to be so surprised. Among the two people in black robe and the messenger of hell, the really powerful one is just the man in black robe. If the messenger of hell didn't have black

With the help of others, it may not be any easier for you to win a hundred consecutive victories."

"In order to commend your achievements, I have decided to grant you the title of God of Killing. From now on, you can freely enter and leave the City of Killing. You will also be hired as a guest of the City of Killing under me."

Can you leave the killing city without taking the road to hell?

A flash of surprise flashed across Tang San's eyes. If it had been a few days ago, he would have been doubtful, but 80% of the time he would have agreed, because his father's original agreement with him was to come and pick him up after he won a hundred consecutive victories.

But on the day he won ninety-nine consecutive victories, Tang Ritian told him about the Hell Road. In order to obtain the Killing God Domain, he would never agree.

"No need, the great King of Slaughter, you can't break the rules of the Slaughter City because of me. Since both the black robe and the messenger of hell have walked out of the hell road, then I also hope to rely on my own strength to walk through the hell road.

Go out and become the real God of Killing."

Hearing this answer that was almost the same as Lan Si and Hu Liena's answer, the Slaughter King's expression condensed, his eyes burst out with a strong red light, and he said coldly: "The road to hell now is not the road to hell three years ago, even if

Even the man in black robe who is far superior to you can't break out anymore, I hope you won't regret it."

How could he hide the destruction at the end of Hell Road from the King of Slaughter? However, he did not blame Lan Si. On the contrary, he should also be grateful to Lan Si, because the latter did not cause much damage to the Slaughter City.

It cuts off the way for those who come after to become the God of Killing.

"What does this mean?" Hearing this, Tang San's expression suddenly became serious and he asked with a frown.

"This is not what you should know. Let me ask you one last time, will you choose to accept my reward directly, or choose the road to hell?" the King of Slaughter said coldly.

Naturally, Tang San would not be intimidated by the King of Slaughter's few words. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "I choose to go to hell."

"Okay, very good." The Slaughter King smiled, not in anger, but as if he was looking at a dead man's smile, which made Tang San feel a little creepy.

He didn't say anything else, he just sacrificed blood to the fallen in the entire hell killing field.

As the screams came out, Tang San was sent to the road to hell just like Lan Si.

It is still the circular platform with a diameter of no more than three meters. Outside the circular platform, a narrow road continues to extend, with no end as far as the eye can see.

Tang San took a deep breath and walked towards the narrow path without the slightest daring.

Along the way, because Lan Si killed all the bloody bats, the dark gold three-headed bat king, and the ten-headed blazing sun snakes, Tang San did not encounter much danger.

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