Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 199 The Ruined Land
"Of course, speaking of it, even though the Killing God took away the power that gave me a headache last time, she still left behind a very important thing."

"It just so happens that that thing is in the temple. If the two of you can help take it away, I would be very grateful."

Du Jinyao, who had been listening quietly all this time, suddenly felt great curiosity.

Of course he knew that the killing god the other party was referring to was the current Pope Bibi Dong.

Moreover, the pope also has a close relationship with Rakshasa God, and they may all become God's chosen ones.

But, what exactly was it that the Pope didn't take away, and the Slaughter King felt a headache?
The Slaughter King saw Jin Yao's doubts and showed a not-so-good smile.

"That thing, called the heart of the Rakshasa, is the condensation of part of the power of the Rakshasa God, and it can be regarded as an inheritance."

Qingyang nodded. If he said that, he might have to try it.

It is related to Bibi Dong, and even closely related to whether the other party can become a god, he must not let it go.

Originally, he had no choice but to give up the previous interruption.

Qingyang looked at the King of Slaughter, and as the opponent put away the red mist from the sky, he no longer showed his strength, and the immeasurable and magnificent light dimmed.

Only a bit of rancid and bloody smell remained in the air.

"What does that mean to you?"

Qingyang asked.

This question seemed to be very important, and even silenced the Slaughter King for a while, and even the blood red color in his eyes dimmed a lot.

It took him a long time before he answered: "Indeed, it would not be a good thing for me if I let that killing god go further."

"It's just that because of the last power of the Rakshasa God, I have been unable to go further and enter another new world."

Speaking of this, he sneered twice, with some contempt in his words: "Speaking of which, that old guy Qian Daoliu has been suppressed by me from the beginning to the end of his life."

"As for this last step, although the old guy has no hope and can only stand still, I don't want to just be at the same level as him, and I should trample him hard no matter what."

These words with a hint of arrogance shook Jin Yao's mind severely, and even made him unable to help raising his head to look at the Slaughter King again.

Qian Daoliu is the strongest in the Spirit Hall, the great priest of the Hall of Enshrinement, and the one who is truly at the top of the soul masters!
But actually in the other party's mouth, it was nothing more than that, this...

It is too unbelievable.

At least Jin Yao had always regarded Qian Daoliu as a myth a long time ago, and now hearing the words of the King of Slaughter, he felt a sense of shattering the myth of his childhood.

"I see, then I wish you success."

The perfunctory words without sincerity, and they didn't care about anything other than killing.

He raised his body slightly, floating in the air, and said casually: "You two, follow up, I will take you to the temple."

After finishing speaking, the body of the Slaughter King turned into a streak of scarlet light, slashing towards the distant sky.

And Qingyang didn't speak any more, and brought Jin Yao to change into Changhong as well, chasing after him without lagging behind.

Thus, the door to the killing field of hell opened again.

Countless people who were waiting here and prepared to sit on the sidelines were shocked to find that there was not a single living person here.

It is not uncommon for the entire army to be wiped out in the killing field, but even the spectators survived May Day, and even the bodies were never found.

This situation can be said to be unique.

"Could it be that the road to hell has opened again?"

An old man who had stayed in the inner city for a long time and won more than 60 games, murmured in disbelief.

Following his words, many people felt their hearts sink.

For some reason, strange and indescribable emotions appeared in their hearts.

A place not far from the capital of killing.

The environment here is full of hideous and terrifying huge wounds, like a relic that has suffered from horrific battles.

The unimaginably huge sword marks almost split the earth in two, and the terrifying scythe gap completely wiped out all vitality in this area.

Even after a long time, the remaining divine power has not dissipated, constantly affecting any newcomers who visit.

And the only thing above that is still intact is this dilapidated temple that maintains its basic shape.

It looked like it could collapse at any time.

"This place has always been affected by divine power. Even if it is me, it is still difficult to exert my strength, so if you have any discovery actions, please feel free to do so."

"Because this place is no longer under my jurisdiction."

The Slaughter King stared at the periphery for a long time, sighed insignificantly, and said to the two of them.

Qingyang nodded, and walked in with Jin Yao without hesitation.

Seeing that he was being ignored, the Slaughter King didn't say anything, he just glanced indifferently with his scarlet eyes, then turned around and left.

Next, whether Qingyang and Jinyao are dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

If you die, you don't do it yourself, the Hall of Spirits has to weigh it, if you don't die, the bottleneck that has blocked you for many years will also be greatly weakened.

In any case, you are not at a loss.

Qingyang entered the scope of the temple, and immediately felt his body sink.

Not only that, a majestic murderous aura that is everywhere is invading my mind every minute.

In this environment, I am afraid that ordinary people will become lunatics who only know how to kill if they just stay for a moment.

"Qingyang, here...um..."

Jin Yao covered his head, resisting the discomfort coming from his body.

The environment here made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and there was also a sense of oppression from strength.

He is not Qingyang, who can ignore so many influences.

Qingyang stretched out his hand, and a red-green halo emerged and landed on Jin Yao.

The blood-red mist that has always been around, retreated a few meters suddenly, as if the ice and snow had melted.

The small area around Jin Yao turned into a rare and clean place.

"Thank you Qingyang, so I'm afraid I can't help you on this trip, this force is too terrifying, I can't even resist it for a long time..."

Jin Yao felt much better, and shook his head with a wry smile.

In the past, I thought that I was already very strong and could keep up with Qingyang's footsteps, but I didn't find it now. Looking at it now, it is still too far behind.

I just hope I don't get dragged down.

A smile finally appeared on Qingyang's face, and he said consolingly: "Jin Yao, there is no need to be like this. I am afraid that there are very few people in the entire continent who can achieve your level."

"Besides, if you say that you can't help, I'm afraid that may not be the case."

As Qingyang said, he looked at the shrine in front of him that could no longer be called a building, but more like a ruined temple.

(End of this chapter)