(2nd Update)

It's still that town, that narrow road.

Yang Ming didn't have to put much effort into it, and he walked to the end of the road.

"Welcome to the Killing Capital, the capital of hell, the world of carnage, here...... Uh, why are you here again? ”

Before Scott finished speaking, he seemed to recognize Yang Ming, and suddenly his pupils contracted into pins, and even his breathing almost stopped, his mouth opened wide, and he exclaimed:

"The Killing City has always been only in and out, unless you cross the Hell Road to become a killing god, it's not possible...... Could it be that you have become a god of killing? An underage god of killing, what's the joke? I can't be that I haven't woken up yet, right? ”

Yang Ming ignored the one hundred and one knights in black armor in front of him and walked straight forward.

For the current Yang Ming, the one hundred and one people in front of him are just a big ant, if they don't know each other and block the way, they will die casually.

Scott had the heart to intercept Yang Ming and ask what was going on, but when his eyes met Yang Ming's ancient eyes, he didn't know why, it was clear that Yang Ming did not exude any killing intent, but Scott did not feel a bone-chilling cold rising, and the whole person seemed to be naked in the ice and snow, and his hands and feet were numb.

It wasn't until a long time after Yang Ming left that his subordinates found Scott stiffened in place as if he were petrified, so he stepped forward and asked:

"Head, what's wrong with you?"

Scott came back to his senses from the dead cold, subconsciously shivered, and trembled:

"No, nothing."

Looking at the back of the fading away with melodious eyes, Scott muttered in a low voice that only he could hear:

"The sky of the Killing Capital is about to change."

Returning to the killing capital, looking at the huge black city in front of him, it seems that nothing has changed, the thick black city wall is extremely wide, and there is no one patrolling the city wall, and a purple moon hangs over the city, projecting the moonlight.

The pitch-black city gate gives people an extremely depressing feeling, and on the huge city gate, the four big characters of the killing capital are hung high.

In front of the door, two rows of black-armored warriors stood there quietly, the docent who had had a relationship with Yang Ming, the woman with a black veil on her face recognized Yang Ming at a glance, and also understood that this young man, who was wanted by the King of Killing, had crossed the road to hell and became a new generation of killing gods.

Instead of flying away, he chose to return to the Killing Capital, did he want to take revenge on the great king?

The beautiful eyes of the black gauze girl looked at the young man who was getting closer and closer, and her voice was crisp, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and said:

"You shouldn't have come back."

"But here I am."

Yang Ming raised his eyelids, and saw two rows of black-armored warriors raising their weapons in unison, they belonged to a member of the law enforcement team, although the average strength was not strong, it was only the Soul Sect Soul Venerable, but because of the ability to use the soul ring, it had always been used to guard the gate of the Killing Capital in the past.

Without any words or contact, two rows of black-armored warriors released their martial souls, and multiple soul rings were inlaid on their bodies one by one, white, yellow, and purple reflected each other, and even the soul power fluctuated like a tide.

But all this did not stop Yang Ming from moving forward.

One step, two steps, is the devil's pace.

The black-gauze girl looked at the two rows of black-armored warriors strangely, not understanding why they hadn't made a move.

Yang Ming passed by their group, and the black-armored warriors seemed to have become sculptures, one by one.

Until Yang Ming calmly stepped into the door, they still didn't move.

As the messenger of the King of Killing, the black gauze girl was a little anxious, and pushed the nearest black-armored warrior hard, reproaching:

"Hey, you're moving!"

As if in response to the black gauze girl, the black armor warrior's head rolled down from his neck, the fracture was extremely smooth, and the fountain of blood splashed directly on the black gauze girl's face.

It's just that the black gauze girl has no time to pay attention to such details.

Because, as the head of the black-armored samurai fell to the ground, the rest of the black-armored samurai in the two rows stepped into his fate one by one.

For a moment, the head rolled to the ground.

Only the black-gauze girl was left standing under the blood-colored fountain, her face pale and her eyes glazed.

"When the hell did he kill them?"

The black gauze girl's head was blank, the corners of her mouth were full of wry smiles, she didn't even see how Yang Ming made a move, this was far beyond her cognitive ability.

The beautiful eyes looked at Yang Ming's tall back distractedly, and the black gauze girl knew that the other party was thinking that she had a relationship with him, so she let her go.

It's just that she, as the messenger of the King of Killing, failed to intercept Yang Ming, with the personality of the King of Killing, she will never forgive a loser.

Silently took out the dagger, and the black gauze girl did not have a trace of nostalgia, and stabbed it directly into her chest.

Falling in a pool of blood, the black gauze girl muttered:

"He, will he be the one who will end the existence of the Killing Capital?"

No one answered her questions, the temperature of the corpse grew cold, and her consciousness sank into eternal darkness.

With Yang Ming's divine sense, he naturally knows the changes that have happened behind him, and he has already shown mercy to his subordinates, but everyone has their own ambitions, and the other party wants to die, can he still keep the other party?

Except for a slight sigh, Yang Ming's pace sped up a lot.

The outer city of the Killing Capital was as deserted as ever, and except for those half-dead people hanging in the outer city and selling blood to survive, there was not a single normal person to be seen.

The area of the Killing Capital was very large, and it would take more than half an hour to walk from the outer city to the inner city, even with Yang Ming's foot strength.

Yang Ming was a little impatient, so he simply unfolded his soul ring, and in the exclamation of a large group of people around him, Yang Ming used the flying soul technique and flew directly towards the inner city.

Yang Ming passed all the way, and the people in the outer city raised their heads one after another, looking at Yang Ming's soul ring unabashedly revealing in amazement, thinking of the legend about the killing god that had been circulating in the killing capital, many people were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and they didn't know what to be excited about.

Ignoring the exclamations of the group of moths below, Yang Ming flew directly over the mottled inner city walls.

Compared with the group of teasers in the outer city, the inner city was more angry because of killing each other, and the murderers in the inner city thought of nothing else when they saw Yang Ming flying in the sky, so they immediately picked up the weapon around them as a hidden weapon and threw it towards Yang Ming, and they didn't know who gave them the courage.

"Humph!"

Yang Ming's eyes were cold, those murderers who dared to attack him had not yet reacted, and the whole person was halved by a sword, and no one even saw when Yang Ming took out the sword.

Because of the unknown, so fear!

Even these bold murderers in the inner city were silent one by one at this time.