Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

Chapter 68 Goodbye, the King of Slaughter [Please read, please subscribe]

The Killing City is a special existence in Douluo Continent, a bit like a small world. According to legend, it was a realm created by an expert who broke through the hundredth level a thousand years ago.

All soul skills cannot be used here. Soul power is the source of power. Only by relying on soul power or the initial form of martial soul can one survive here.

The City of Killing is ruled by the King of Killing, who allows the City of Killing to operate in an orderly manner for thousands of years.

There are law enforcement officers in the city. They have the permission of the King of Slaughter and can use soul skills freely. The team leader is a titled Douluo. Facing a group of soul masters without soul skills, they can be said to be the most powerful existence.

The Killing City is divided into two parts. One is the outer circle. All fighting is prohibited in the outer circle. Violators will be executed on the spot by the law enforcement officers in the city.

The other is the inner circle. People in the inner circle can fight as much as they want. Everyone here is an enemy and has no friends.

It's easy to get in and hard to get out, but most of the people who come here are extremely evil people. They have done some illegal things in the outside world and are forced to come to this place where they can lose their lives at any time.

But some people do it to hone their own strength and hone themselves in extreme environments so that they can grow better.

However, it is almost impossible to get out of the City of Slaughter. First, you must win a hundred consecutive victories in the Arena of Hell to be eligible to enter Hell Road. .

Leaving aside how many dangers you will face when you pass Hell Road, just a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Arena is enough to make people daunting.

Each time the Hell Arena is opened, ten people need to be gathered. Private fights are prohibited outside the arena. There are no rules in the arena. The winner is the one standing at the end.

Not only in the Hell Arena and Hell Road, but the Slaughter City itself is full of dangers. In the Slaughter City, everyone will do whatever it takes to survive.

In Slaughter City, there are two ways to qualify for survival in Slaughter City, one is to sacrifice your own blood or the blood of others; the other is to win in the Arena of Hell.

Therefore, in the killing capital, everyone is an enemy, and only those who survive have the right to speak.

The young man wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat stared at the killing city in the distance with indifferent eyes, and stepped into this place without hesitation.

In an instant, a thick blood-red soul power suddenly surged, surging like a fish into a river.

In front of the distant passage, two rows of soldiers stood.

They were all dressed in black armor, and even their faces were completely obscured by helmets. One hundred of them were holding heavy swords.

There is only one person sitting on a tall war horse.His horse is also covered in thick black armor.

The man on the horse is none other than Scott, the terrifying knight.

Scott had also noticed Chen Chuan, who was wearing a bamboo hat. He quickly jumped off the horse, ran to Chen Chuan, half-knelt on the ground, and said respectfully: "Greetings, young master!"

As Scott's voice sounded, two rows of soldiers knelt on the ground in unison and shouted: "See you, young master!"

Chenchuan has a very high status in the killing city and can command thousands of troops. Any strong man who sees him must kneel down and salute.

Otherwise, they will be regarded as aliens by the Killing City and eventually be wiped out.

"You are finally back, my king!" A woman wearing a black gauze mask had walked out.

The woman's voice was very nice. She stepped away from Chenchuan and made a gesture of invitation.

This woman is the envoy of the City of Killing, known as the Messenger of Killing.

Belongs to the current king of killing.

Chenchuan took off the hat on his head, revealing his long silver-white hair, and said lightly: "Where is the teacher?"

The Killing Messenger respectfully replied: "The King of Killing is currently in retreat in the palace. He has guessed that you will come back, so let me wait here for a long time."

Chenchuan glanced at the posing woman beside him and slowly walked into the outer city of the killing capital.

There are violent and strong men everywhere around, and they unscrupulously slaughter anyone who stands in their way. Some people even rob women in the street in order to satisfy their animal desires. They have even started to do it on the street.

Chenchuan has long been used to strange things. Having lived here for thirteen years, he is already extremely familiar with the rules here.

The degenerates in the outer city all stared with eyes like bells, and the moment they saw Chenchuan, they let out harsh screams:

"Kill, the God of Death, the God of Death is back!"

"Run quickly, the God of Death is back!!!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Chenchuan's name has long been resounding throughout the killing city. Any degenerate will tremble after hearing about the killing god Chenchuan. Some people even kneel on the ground and beg for their lives.

It is enough to show how strong the name of the God of Killing is in the city of killing.

"Teacher, when will he come out of seclusion?"

The Killing Messenger pursed his red lips and said with a smile: "I don't know, but the King of Killing keeps you waiting while he is in seclusion." Hearing this, Chenchuan seemed to have guessed something. It seemed that the King of Killing had guessed something. This is because I don’t intend to let myself leave.

"Again, where is the teacher?"

Chenchuan's tone became a little more serious. A layer of frost formed on the surrounding ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. Any fallen person who touched the frost would instantly turn into a ball of powder.

The Killing Messenger was also frightened by this coercion and lay on the ground, trembling, "I, I really don't know. After the Killing King ordered this matter, he went into seclusion..."

Chenchuan frowned, then slapped the killing envoy away with a slap, and said calmly: "Remember your identity, slave, and you should kneel down and speak."

"Yes... this subordinate knows."

The Killing Envoy within the ruins immediately knelt on the ground and shivered. On the other hand, she also witnessed the massacre in Chenchuan with her own eyes.

The entire outer city of the Killing City is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Even corpses can pile up into mountains.

When Chenchuan arrived at the King of Slaughter's chamber, he discovered that the King of Slaughter was no longer here, leaving only the blood-red aura remaining in the air.

Calmly: "Are you doing this to let me stay here forever? Don't forget, I also have the realm of the God of Death. As long as I want to leave, no one can stop me."

"If you don't come out, I will really leave."

"Hehehe, it's been so long and you still have the same temper, Chuan'er, long time no see."

A tall figure appeared out of thin air and sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could only vaguely see that the man was tall and thin.

Chenchuan turned around, stared at the figure sitting on the chair, and said lightly: "Teacher, long time no see."

"Yes, you left the city of killing, but the teacher misses you so much." The voice of the killing king was extremely cold and bone-chilling, and the murderous aura in his body even threatened to overwhelm the Chenchuan in front of him.

Chenchuan's right foot stepped lightly on the ground, and his surging soul power instantly blocked the killing intent of the King of Slaughter. He then asked coldly: "Teacher, you can't ask me to come back just to reminisce about the past."

The King of Slaughter laughed and said, "Of course, the four titled Douluo I sent out should have all been killed by you."

"Yes, does the teacher want to kill his disciple?"

"No no no."

The King of Slaughter didn't care about the life or death of those people. He stood up slowly and came to Chenchuan and said: "Kill those wine bags and rice bags as long as you want. It's a pity for you. The strength of the three Scorpion Poison brothers is tyrannical. The soul fusion skill can even be challenged by leapfrogging levels."

"But since Chuan'er feels uncomfortable, then just kill him. It proves that they all deserve to die."

The King of Slaughter put his big hand on Chenchuan's shoulder, his expression gradually became firm, and he said solemnly: "When you come back this time, don't leave. Stay and assist me. My teacher will make you the next King of Slaughter." King, how is it?"

"Forget it, I have no interest in becoming the King of Slaughter."

Chenchuan opened the Slaughter King's hand and said calmly: "If the teacher wants to force me to stay, you can give it a try."

At this time, the air became solidified, endless killing intent was released from the two people, and the generated energy also shook the entire palace.

The expression of the King of Slaughter was very cold, but thinking that this was his only descendant, he retracted his previous murderous aura, tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and said: "Chuan'er, as the young master of the City of Slaughter, you should protect this place. the rule of."

"I don't threaten you as a teacher, as long as you stay here with me."

Chenchuan was naturally aware of the King of Slaughter's thoughts, so he decisively refused, "I am here to tell you that I will not become the King of Slaughter. If the teacher insists on doing so, then the disciples can only resist with all their strength."

"I'm tired. I'm going to rest first."

After saying this, Chenchuan turned around and left without looking back, leaving only the King of Slaughter standing there with a gloomy face.

After Chenchuan left, the Killing Messenger walked forward slowly, half-knelt on the ground, and said respectfully:

"Great king. Should we send someone to depose him? In this case, we can completely inherit the position of the King of Slaughter."

Before the words were finished, two blood-red rays of light spewed out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, the surrounding air visibly became viscous, and the strong smell of blood scattered everywhere.

The cold female voice suddenly let out a sharp scream that was not like a human being. In the corner, a convex body trembled violently.

"Don't think that just because I love you, you can figure it out here. Chenchuan's talent is extremely high. Have you ever seen it before? At the age of twenty, he can break through to the realm of Titled Douluo!"

The Killing Messenger immediately hugged the Slaughter King's thigh, pursed his lips, and leaned forward.

The King of Slaughter closed his eyes, gently pressed the latter's head, and said calmly: "At present, even I may not be able to defeat him. If I fail, the Slaughter City is likely to be destroyed. Moreover, The disciple of one of the existing killing gods is already on his way."

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