While Si Ren and Qian Renxue were chatting with each other, Bibi Dong rushed to the killing city without stopping.
No one can explain the origin of the Killing City, but it is generally accepted that it is related to gods. It can be entered but not exited, and only martial arts, not soul skills, can be used.
Later, a King of Slaughter appeared, and the Slaughter City, which was originally a city of killing and killing, was transformed from top to bottom.
The soul masters who belong to the King of Slaughter can also use soul skills in the Slaughter City, and then rely on force to become the actual controller of the Slaughter City.
From then on, the Killing City was in chaos. If you want to survive in the Killing City, you must turn in "Bloody Mary", which is human blood.
It was originally like a dark jungle. Everyone was afraid of each other and couldn't figure out each other's level. They would never take action unless they could win without injury.
It's different now. If you don't kill people and take blood, you will be killed. If you take your own blood, you will fall into weakness and be killed by others.
The former order of the Slaughter City has gone and never returned, and it has transformed into the Slaughter King sitting at the top of the pyramid, riding on the heads of all the soul masters.
The only thing the King of Slaughter fears is the gods hanging high above. Unless it causes too much damage to the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter will not take action.
But forcing all soul masters to hand over their blood would lead to the decline of the City of Killing, so the King of Killing released news that the power of the domain could be obtained in the City of Killing.
Naturally, many people died later - the domain was gone, and the family's heir was gone.
Now everyone couldn't sit still, so Wuhun Palace came forward and took the lead in sealing the city of killing. Every month, some criminals were sent in to stabilize the king of killing. The two empires and many nobles, families, and sects responded one after another.
The existence of the Killing City is also unknown, and only a few people know the truth. The news circulating in the underground world is that the Killing City does not care about anything, as long as you have the strength, you can do whatever you want.
The news that spread was naturally a tacit understanding among everyone - to give those soul masters with low morals and good talents a place to go, so as to prevent them from causing too much damage.
Over time, the city of murder became a city of crime.
The realm of the God of Killing is real, and the King of Killing is not lying. Bibi Dong can testify.
But at the same time, Bibi Dong felt that such a genius like herself almost overturned the situation in the beginning. Ordinary people had no chance at all. Instead of letting those ordinary geniuses die, it would be better to kill the city...
Received from Wuhundian.
I used to think that the King of Slaughter was quite ruthless, so I just left the Slaughter City there and ignored it, out of sight and out of mind. Now that I am invincible in the world, Bibi Dong, and the gods cannot come out, who can compete with me?
The king of killings only arrived in the city of killings first and took advantage of time. I, Bibi Dong, am not incapable of defeating him!
Bibi Dong, who had forgotten the memory of the killing, immediately wanted to have a chance with the King of Slaughter after being reminded by Si Ren.
This time I didn’t bring Qian Daoliu with me. The old man didn’t have the realm of the God of Death. He couldn’t use his soul skills after entering the City of Killing. He would also be suppressed by the aura of corruption that was everywhere in the City of Killing. His combat power was comparable to that of an ordinary title fight. Luo is pretty good, with Pure as a hindrance.
At this moment, Bibi Dong and the King of Slaughter were drinking at the same table, but the King of Slaughter drank Bloody Mary, while Bibi Dong drank the blood wine of the Giant Ant Emperor.
The King of Slaughter stared at Bibi Dong's wine glass with scarlet eyes. When Bibi Dong raised the glass to drink, his eyes would move slightly - following the position of the blood wine.
"Gulu!"
His throat rolled and he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva. The King of Slaughter finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "What kind of blood is that of yours? How can it be more delicious than my concentrated Bloody Mary?"
Bibi Dong did not answer, but glanced at the scarlet sword from the corner of her eye.
It was definitely a divine weapon. If the Rakshasa Scythe was the incarnation of evil, then this sword was the concentration of killing intent.
But, the King of Slaughter can actually use an artifact?
The worship or sacrifice to the gods cannot touch the artifacts in any way - they are just slaves of the gods, but their names are nicer, and the artifacts are the weapons of the gods, so how can the slaves use the weapons of their masters?
Bibi Dong also passed the seventh test before she could initially use the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
There is no doubt that the King of Slaughter is also a descendant of the gods with extraordinary potential, at least he once was.
As for now...the sanity of this King of Slaughter seems to be chaotic, and his mental power is filthy. Perhaps his brain has been damaged by the endless murderous intention in the artifact?
Bibi Dong was calm and calm, thinking leisurely, but the Slaughter King's eyes were red and he was getting more and more irritable.
"Do you have any descendants who want the Killing God Realm? If you want, just go and kill it yourself! The Killing God Realm is the concentration of thousands of murderous auras! No one else can help at all!"
The King of Slaughter breathed heavily and was restless: "I will not kill you secretly! Otherwise, you would never have been able to escape from my hands back then!"
"The realm of the God of Death is the concentration of thousands of murderous auras..." Bibi Dong chewed on these words, and then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she had a guess about what kind of existence the Capital of Killing was.
Perhaps, the killing city is the domain of the gods. With the artifact as the core, the soul master condenses endless murderous energy. He fights in the divine domain, and finally obtains the "recognition" of the divine domain and is given the realm of the killing god.
But the first God of Death cannot prevent other Gods of Death from appearing...
Raising Gu... Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, no longer caring about it.
Putting away the wine jar, Bibi Dong stood up calmly: "This is wine made from the blood of the 100,000-year-old Qianjun Ant Emperor."
When the King of Slaughter heard this, his eyes bulged out. Two fangs were exposed in his mouth, and saliva dripped down the fangs. He didn't look like a human, but like a beast.
"Give me a share, no, give me a share. I guarantee that your descendants will win the duel, and no one will take advantage of it within an hour to make a sneak attack!" the King of Slaughter roared hoarsely.
Bibi Dong did not refuse, but just held up the King of Slaughter and said: "If I stay in the Slaughter City, even if someone attacks me, it won't be fatal. Wouldn't the training effect be better?"
"You can't stay in the killing city!" The King of Slaughter's aura suddenly became violent, and then quickly fell silent: "Give me a jar, and I will allow you to come once a week, but you can't kill people wantonly."
Bibi Dong dragged her chin, thought for a while, and then nodded slightly: "Once a week, it doesn't matter."
"Yes, yes!" The King of Slaughter rubbed his hands and came closer: "Now it's time for you to give me your blood!"
Bibi Dong slowly wiped a handful of the storage soul guide, and the jar of blood wine that had been opened appeared in her hand again.
The King of Slaughter stretched his hands forward, wanting to drink the wine jar, but Bibi Dong suddenly stopped his hand halfway, and the wine jar suddenly slipped down.
At the critical moment, the King of Slaughter pounced and held the wine jar.
Just when the King of Slaughter thought that Bibi Dong was going to humiliate him, his hair suddenly stood on end.
A green fork-shaped light wave struck.
(End of chapter)
