(1st Update)

Retracting his gaze at Hu Liena's slender back, Yang Ming followed the black gauze girl leisurely behind him.

After about a cup of tea, a magnificent building appeared in front of it, the overall appearance of which was an irregular conical building, with a large area below, and the area narrowed as it went up, until it reached a height of almost thirty meters above the ground, and then maintained the same diameter and extended upwards until it reached a height of fifty meters.

From afar, it looks like a twisted pyramid.

Ancient, deep.

Looking at the past, this Hell Killing Ground covers a wide area, which is comparable to the Soto Great Fighting Soul Field, but compared to the Great Fighting Soul Arena of Heaven Dou City, it is inferior.

The overall architectural style of the Hell Killing Fields is dark, and the deep darkness seems to be able to absorb all the light in the world, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling intuitively, like a huge corpse landfill, and you will smell a faint smell of blood when you are close to it, which naturally blends into the surrounding air.

Yang Ming found that the people who came here had long been accustomed to this faint smell of blood, even the black gauze girl who led the team in front was no exception.

The Hell's Killing Fields are located in the center of the entire Killing Capital.

The roads lead to all parts of the Killing Capital, and there are more and more pedestrians on the road, and the aura entrained by each person is even more ferocious, like a ferocious beast ready to attack, trying to choose people to devour.

Sensing Yang Ming's scrupulous gaze, many people glared back at Yang Ming, looking at their brutal expressions, if it weren't for Yang Ming's follower by his side, maybe with their irascible brother's character, Yang Ming would never be allowed to look at him so unscrupulously.

Even so, these unscrupulous murderers also "said hello" to Yang Ming in their own way, either wiping their throats, baring their teeth, or sneering.

I have to say that the folk customs here are really "simple"!

Looking at Yang Ming all the way, with an indifferent look, the corners of the black gauze girl's mouth twitched slightly.

She'd never seen anyone so daring!

Doesn't he know that in the ghost place of the Killing Capital, newcomers need to keep a low profile?

Are you so high-profile, do you think you have a long life?

Taking a deep breath, the black gauze girl pressed the urge to complain, and kindly reminded:

"Please pay attention, your unscrupulous behavior has left an impression in the minds of many old people, and if you enter the Hell Killing Fields to compete, it will be easy for them to join forces."

"It doesn't matter."

Yang Ming's face was as calm as ever, and he didn't seem to take these murderers who seemed to outsiders to kill countless people in his eyes.

It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married.

Seeing Yang Ming die like this, the black gauze girl glared at Yang Ming angrily, and did not continue to remind her kindly, and even in her eyes, the handsome young man in front of her, I am afraid that after entering the hell killing field, it is still a question whether he can come out completely.

The black gauze girl's face turned cold, and she returned to her former cold look, and said mechanically and responsibly:

"Once you're in, sign up with your own badge and wait for the game to start. During the waiting period, it is not allowed to do anything, and each group of people who enter the killing field is ten, no matter what method you use, as long as you can get out alive in the end, there is only one person in each group who can come out alive. ”

"If you can participate in 100 matches, you can win the championship, but until now, the number one in the Hell Killing Fields has only participated in 67 games, and every time you participate in a match, you will have one more victory in your ID card, and you can live here for one more year, and you can have fun in the inner city at will, of course, you have to make sure that you are still alive after the pleasure."

"Good luck, then."

Coldly dropping this sentence, the black-gauzed girl took a few steps back expressionlessly.

Yang Ming smiled lightly, waved his hand at the black gauze girl, and calmly stepped into the hell killing field without taking any clouds with him.

As soon as he walked into the Hell Killing Field, the sense of déjà vu that had been in the inner city and the outer city before poured into Yang Ming's eyes again.

Between heaven and earth, there are endless negative emotions, most of which are swept into the ground, leading to the unknown depths, but the remaining small part, but it is not wasted, pouring into the contestants and spectators, revealing the ugliest side of their hearts.

In a flash, Yang Ming's eyes regained clarity.

Breaking free from the killing emotion, Yang Ming looked around and found that the inside of the Hell Killing Ground was even more shabby than the outside, without any isolation.

The periphery is a circle of stands extending upward, below this is a huge empty field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters, at this time there are not many people watching the game, the huge field is only less than two percent, if the visual measurement is full, it is estimated that it can accommodate thousands of people at the same time.

In the venue, human tragedies are being staged.

Ten murderers from the Tiannan and Haibei regions of the Douluo Continent, before they entered the Killing Capital, they might have been tailors, accountants, carpenters, blacksmiths, and housekeepers outside, but at this moment, in this seemingly wide but narrow killing cage, they were no different from each other, just to be able to see tomorrow's ...... Oh, and forgot, there is no sun to be seen here, only the purple moon set overhead.

There's really an inexplicable sense of irony.

Without any nonsense, nor any superfluous movements, the ten murderers each held their blood-stained murder weapons and charged with an indomitable momentum.

The sword is shining and the sword is swords, and the blood is soaring.

After a long competition, the last lucky winner among the ten people finally competed, a middle-aged man who had his right arm cut off and bit the flesh around his waist, but he finally survived with a tired smile on his face.

At this moment, from this victor, a breath far stronger than anyone else emerged, and he was invisibly swept into the ground.

A gleam flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, and he calmly poured the blackmailed bottle of Bloody Mary into a huge container and went to sign up.

"Number plate." The staff asked without looking up.

"Six-six-six."

Maybe it's because such a magical number is rare, or maybe it's because Yang Ming's voice is a little childish, the staff looked at Yang Ming in surprise, but they didn't say anything, maybe in the other party's opinion, Yang Ming will soon become a corpse.

Yang Ming smiled, and there was no pretentiousness.

Holding the number plate, Yang Ming walked off the playing field, and there were still traces of blood on the ground that had not been washed, which was disgusting.

Yang Ming's nine opponents also played one by one.

When they saw Yang Ming's young face, they were stunned for a while, and then they looked ecstatic.

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