Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 74 Road to Hell

Ju Douluo quickly sat cross-legged and began to circulate his soul power, struggling to resist the invasion of poison.

He really didn't expect that the old poisoner's poisonous skills would become so powerful. He just smelled a little bit of the fishy smell of the poisonous smoke and got himself so deeply poisoned.

Soon, Wuhun Palace's rescue team arrived, and with the help of another titled Douluo, Ju Douluo managed to save half of his life.

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"The wind of killing! The wind of killing! The wind of killing..."

Noisy shouts resounded in the air, and everyone had a fanatical expression. They were eager to see killing and blood.

Little did they know that this was about to happen to them.

On the ring in the center of the Hell Killing Fields, Weekend moved quickly across the field like a ghost, leaving behind streaks of red blood.

Wisps of strong wind carrying traces of blood blew past one figure after another.

"Bang bang!"

Like a water bag without support, the figure hit the ground and shattered.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and tiny red soft tissues flowed in all directions along the blood, mixed with densely packed white fragments as big as sesame seeds.

"The second characteristic of Jiutian Gangfeng is really easy to use. It's almost impossible to guard against." Seeing this scene on the weekend, he nodded.

Jiutian Gangfeng originally only had the sharp characteristic, but in the past two years, I have been using Jiutian Gangfeng non-stop on weekends, and found that in addition to sharpness, there are some other characteristics present in Jiutian Gangfeng.

It's just that these characteristics are relatively weak and not obvious, so they don't play any role.

During this period, the weekend strengthened the second feature, penetration!

This characteristic can make use of the formless and invisible nature of wind to penetrate into the enemy's body and wreak havoc.

However, after penetration, the power will be much smaller, especially when faced with powerful soul defense, the effect will be much weaker, or even directly defended.

Therefore, this move is more suitable for dealing with some soul masters who prefer physical defense, as it will be more effective.

Weekend stood firm, looked at the last fallen enemy, and let out a slight breath.

"It's over, we can finally start the road to hell!"

The faint red light formed a vortex throughout the entire venue like a real strong wind.

This is the murderous aura of the weekend, which is so powerful that it can affect the surroundings as if it were real.

All the spectators in the entire stadium became silent in an instant.

There was no shortage of strong people among the spectators at this time, but now they also spoke out to break the silence.

After all, more than one Contra head was cut off by the killing wind.

"Congratulations, Killing Wind!" Deep voices came from all directions.

The scarlet murderous aura that had originally spread out over the weekend was squeezed back into the body by a strong sense of oppression, which made the weekend's face suddenly turn pale.

The originally silent atmosphere of the Hell Killing Fields was instantly broken because of the figure floating in mid-air.

"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." Fanatic shouts came from the mouths of these degenerates, echoing in this space.

Weekend felt awe-struck in his heart, and slowly exhaled from his mouth, which restored his pale face.

Looking at it, he saw that it was a tall man, his whole body covered by a huge bloody cloak.

On the pale face, there was a pair of red eyes, which slowly fell down, finally stopping a few meters away from the ground, looking towards the weekend.

The King of Slaughter's eyes were a little sinister. He looked at the weekend below and knew the purpose of the other party's coming here.

A mere titled Douluo would not allow himself to be hypocritical in the face of this kid below who had not even obtained the sixth soul ring.

However, the threat of Poison Douluo was still in his throat, making it difficult for the Slaughter King to ignore it.

"Wind of Killing, are you willing to become a guest with a status just below me, with the title of God of Killing, and the ability to freely enter and leave the Killing City at will." A deep voice came from above.

The same routine as in the original work, Weekend looked up at the King of Slaughter, whose eyes were gradually becoming gloomy, and felt the increasingly sharp murderous intent.

He shook his head slightly and said: "King of Slaughter, there is no need to break the rules for me. I am here just to experience the hell road and exercise my strength."

The King of Slaughter's face hardened, and his voice became a little cold.

"The road to hell is not for people to experience. The terror in it will devour life. There is only one life for a person!"

Listening to the sound of the music, Weekend smiled and said, "Swallowing life? Hahaha! I want to see if this hell road is capable of swallowing my life?"

The King of Slaughter snorted with a cold face. Do you really think that the road to hell is so easy to get through? Even if you have reservations, you will still have a narrow escape.

The thick red mist spread suddenly from the Slaughter King's body, and the powerful aura forced the weekend to retreat continuously, until it slowly stopped after dozens of meters.

This murderous aura is extremely terrifying, with a cold feeling that goes deep into the bone marrow, making people freeze in place and unable to move.

This powerful red murderous aura quickly spread throughout the entire venue.

The Fallen sitting in the audience were all surprisingly excited. They had never seen the opening scene of the first road, so they were all extremely curious.

It's a pity that they didn't think carefully about why, except for the God of Death and the King of Slaughter, no one has seen the opening of the Hell Road?

The eyes of all the fallen became a little dull, and red light filled their eyes.

The sounds of crazy fighting sounded, painful howls, excited roars, unconscious screams, and various sounds overlapped together.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, but the sound gradually became smaller, until finally, only the sound of blood flowing was left.

This voice was originally very weak, but in the empty killing field, it was extremely clear.

At this time, apart from the King of Killing and the weekend, there was no third person at the scene.

A faint red light began to shine, then became extremely bright, and a gloomy voice came.

"Wish you good luck..."

The light instantly became stronger, and an illusory feeling surrounded the weekend, and all perceptions were blocked.

The huge murderous aura on his body was condensing, gradually forming red ripples, covering the weekend, resisting the erosion of red energy.

The light blue spirit beads also emit a faint light, and the soul power illuminates the whole body, blocking the intrusion of all negative energy.

I was completely unable to perceive the outside world on the weekend, and I don’t know how much time passed. It was not until accompanied by a violent shock that all perceptions returned to normal again.

When I opened my eyes at the weekend, I saw a faint red light filling the surroundings, just like wearing low-quality children's red lens glasses.

He stood up quickly and saw that it was a circular platform with a diameter of about five meters.

At this time, Weekend discovered that his murderous aura formed a faint red light. Although it was different from the white one in the original work, the function was not much different.

(End of chapter)