Si Ren squatted for a long time, and a group of knights wearing pitch black armor walked out of the Hell Killing Fields and came to observe the situation.
After discovering that someone who overestimated his capabilities and wanted to die was blocking the door, the knights all pretended that Si Ren didn't exist, and leisurely lined up back to the killing field of hell.
The city of killing has no taboos. Even if you want to smash his sign, as long as you can withstand the backlash, he will not care about you.
And what is Si Ren's backlash?
Naturally, it hinders many people who want to participate in or watch the game.
Strictly speaking, this is not a big deal. It doesn't matter if you wait a few days before participating in a game with a mortality rate of 90%. The spectators are not in a hurry. However, where Si Ren is blocked, no one from outside can get in. People inside can't compete and can't get out.
Some people turned around and left when they saw this, but others hid nearby. Many excellent hunters suddenly gathered around the Hell Killing Fields.
There are more and more people in the dark, and Si Ren on the surface has become a living target.
Of course, few are stupid. The corpses all over the ground have proven that Si Ren is not easy to mess with. Everyone is waiting for the guy blocking the door to reveal his flaws and... for someone else to get in first.
The purple moon was shining across the sky, there was no day or night in the killing city, and the concept of time was extremely blurred. After Si Ren heard the midnight watch, he began to meditate.
The City of Killing is really the training ground for the Death Spider King. The aura of death here is stronger than the aura of death in the Star Dou Forest, the hunting ground of countless soul beasts.
At the same time, the deaths in the Killing City basically come from human soul masters. They are "high-quality deaths" and are more suitable for Si Ren's physique. It is an excellent place for mimicry training.
The hazy aura of death spread with Si Ren as the center of the circle. Those who originally planned to make a sneak attack while Si Ren was practicing and could not fully guard against the outside world stopped one after another.
People living in the killing city may not be very clear-headed, nor have the morals and thinking methods that normal people should have, but they are undoubtedly extremely sensitive to death.
Si Ren was stuck at the door, like a large source of death. At first glance, he looked like he was falling into the abyss. Every step towards him seemed to be heading towards death.
That straightforward deadly aura was completely different from murderous aura.
The murderous aura is to let you know that many people have died in my hands, while the death aura is to let you know that I am death itself.
If you have to compare, maybe the latter is more intimidating?
Si Ren entered the state of cultivation in such a grand manner, without any precautions on the surface, but even so, no one came forward to stab Si Ren in the waist.
In fact, many people who were not so confident immediately chose to retreat, not wanting to confront Si Ren tit for tat.
It wasn't until Si Ren stopped practicing, the aura of death dissipated, and the fifty-level fluctuations were revealed without reservation, that the fear of the people who were peeping in the dark was diluted.
Si Ren opened his eyes. There was not much vigor and vitality of young people in his eyes, nor was there the joy of having just arrived in the killing city. Instead, there was only a sense of deathly despair.
Fortunately, this only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, Si Ren returned to his original state, stretching lazily.
"There isn't even a sneak attack? How disappointing!"
The low murmur spread to a long distance with the blessing of soul power. People in the dark could hear this extremely arrogant declaration, but still no one jumped out to deal with Si Ren.
They were more inclined to launch a sneak attack after Si Ren had just finished a game and was stabbed by nine people.
That is also a traditional performance in the killing city.
Seeing that there was no breakfast delivered to his door, Si Ren could only take out the dry food that had been prepared from the storage soul guide.
Early in the morning, it was suitable to eat something light, so after Si Ren finished cleaning, he ate some noodles and meat.
After breakfast, Si Ren put his hands behind his back, stretched his neck, and hunched his back, slowly pacing back and forth at the entrance of the Hell Killing Fields, just like an old man walking.
After walking for a while, Si Ren felt that the brewing was almost done, so he left his back to people watching secretly, pointed at the gate of the hell killing field, opened the gate and released the water.
"Shhhhh..."
Si Ren's kidneys are very good and the water pressure is very stable. Going to the toilet is undoubtedly the most vulnerable time for a person. The unrestrained water also proves that Si Ren is really fragile and not fishing.
To be honest, the original residents of the Killing City have never seen such an arrogant person in such a long life.
Finally, a soul master whose martial soul was a bow-like weapon couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't have the soul skill to make arrows, but he prepared a lot of arrows made of metal. With the blessing of his martial soul, he aimed at Si Ren. The back door is just an arrow.
"call out!"
With an angry strike, the arrows were flying very fast. Si Ren noticed something was wrong behind him and made a dodge movement. His unsuspecting buttocks were still hit by an arrow.
"Ouch!"
Si Ren let out a heart-breaking roar. The "protective layer" on his butt was very thick and the amount of bleeding was very small. However, as Si Ren twisted his body, the arrows kept swinging, saying something to the people in the dark. talk:
"Oh, I'm hit!"
In Si Ren's perception, four life auras suddenly burst out. They seemed to be angry at being tricked and wanted to cut themselves into pieces. The life aura that fired the cold arrow was changing positions, but there were still Seven life auras stared at him.
Sure enough, this kind of cold arrow is more likely to attract hatred...
Si Ren reached behind him and pulled out the cold arrow. The barbs on his butt immediately dug out a large piece of flesh and blood.
Of course the arrow was poisoned, but Si Ren didn't pay attention to such a minor injury. He lifted up his pants and turned around, and several chains were woven around Si Ren into a large net, protecting Si Ren in the middle.
However, this was not Si Ren's killing move at all. Before the four hunters could get closer, the souls imprisoned in the chains were detonated, and the violent soul impact swept everyone at close range.
It is extremely difficult to cultivate spiritual power, especially for people in the killing city, whose brains are not very good to begin with. Four hunters with claws and teeth turned into lambs waiting to be slaughtered in an instant.
Si Ren summoned the Death Spider Emperor Spirit at the same time and easily completed the harvest, but he also found that the chains seemed to be in a "cooling period" and could not imprison the soul for the time being.
"That's normal."
There was no time to think too much, and he even gave up blocking the door and contemplating death for the time being. Si Ren locked on the breath of life that was trying to open the back door for him, and fled out like a ghost.
The regurgitated vitality flows into the body and treats the injuries on the buttocks. The broken wounds quickly become scarred, and the broken blood vessels and muscles are connected together. Although he is not immortal, it is not much different.
Si Ren, who had returned to his prime, gradually revealed a ferocious smile.
(End of chapter)
