Wang, find an opportunity for you to personally kill this white-clothed god of death, right? ”

The glamorous beauty said in a low voice, "Otherwise, if it goes on like this, the Shura King and the Hell Messenger will be forgotten, if there is another white-clothed god of death, then the Hell Road will really be broken through by them... Or will we arrange for the Shura King and the Hell Messenger to be given to the white-clothed Grim Reaper to kill each other? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he only heard the King of Killing snort coldly.

The glamorous beauty seemed to have been hit hard, snorted, and fell directly to the ground.

"Those two can't touch! Do you want the Killcapital to be bloodied by two Grim Reapers? Our arrangement of the Shadowless Assassin has already broken the rules of the Hell Killing Field, and it would be too obvious if we deliberately arranged the Shura King and the Hell Messenger! ”

The cold voice of the King of Slaughter came slowly.

"But the king, you are the rules of the Killing Capital... You can change any rule..."

The glamorous woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said in a low voice.

The King of Slaughter shook his head slowly: "No, let them win the defeat!" At that time, they can't afford the insanity caused by too much killing! In the hundredth game, you're going straight crazy. Even if they hadn't gone crazy, they wouldn't have been able to get through the current Hell Road! ”

"Since the birth of the last Killing God, the Hell Road has been strengthened many times over! The possibility of passing is already infinitely zero! ”

"It is God's will!"

Hearing this, the glamorous beauty was stunned, and suddenly felt a little curious in her heart.

Hell Road is the biggest secret of the Killing Capital.

No one will know where this place is except the King of Killing, and no one will know the horrors of Hell Road.

At this time, I heard the great king say this... On the contrary, the glamorous beauty has a faint expectation, and these three can pass a hundred victories, win the championship of the killing field, and then enter the road to hell...

Time passes slowly.

It's another day of racing.

It was already the eighty-second game, and a few months had passed, and Wang Feng slowly walked out of the hell killing field.

Interestingly, since the seventy-second day of that day, there has been no decrease in the number of people who have come to besiege him.

Rather, there are more of them.

Each one has at least fifty or more people, one after another, and they are not afraid of death.

As if he was going to kill Wang Feng.

This kind of strange behavior probably made Wang Feng guess something.

Looking at the many thugs pouring out of the street, Wang Feng shook his head, and it only took a few minutes to solve the lives of these people.

A pool of blood rolled on the ground, and Wang Feng suddenly looked to the other side.

I saw that Tang San was also standing in the distance, half-propped up on the side of the street, all around him, all of them were corpses, and if you counted them carefully, it was probably dozens.

Tang San didn't suffer any damage, but at this moment, his eyes were red, his body was full of murderous intent, and he was panting in his nose.

He stumbled out.

"People have killed too much, and the killing intent has infiltrated the spirit."

Wang Feng frowned slightly.

Not only him, it seems that Tang San and Hu Liena will be besieged and killed.

And every time it comes down, there will be a lot of people besieging and killing.

I knew that they were so strong, but the number of them did not decrease. The consequence of this is that the more they kill, the tighter their spirits will collapse!

Once one day you can't hold on, the whole person is likely to be controlled by the killing intent and become a killing machine with a blurred consciousness!

There should be deliberate control. ’

Wang Feng's heart was slightly cold.

No one wants to die, let alone rush at them like this!

Not long after Tang San left, Wang Feng really saw Hu Liena, who was being surrounded and killed by dozens of people, about fifty or sixty.

Over the past year or so, Hu Liena's level has also approached level 60.

The strength has indeed become stronger. However, Hu Liena was no better than Tang San.

Wang Feng stayed at the gate of the Hell Killing Field for a while, and saw Hu Liena kill all those people, and her method of killing people was also extremely simple, using charm and short blades to directly kill the enemy.

After the killing, Hu Liena squatted directly on the ground, one hand propped up in a pool of blood, panting, and her eyes were extremely red.

His whole body was still trembling slightly.

The murderous aura condensed like a substance, like a black mist, swirled around her.

"At least thousands have been killed!"

Wang Feng frowned secretly.

Because Tang San had awakened the Blue Silver Emperor and obtained a skull, his spiritual power had increased, so he was able to hold on all the time.

Hu Liena is the same, the skull of the star, coupled with the mutated martial spirit, makes Hu Liena's mental power also very strong, and she should be able to talk to the consciousness of the star in the skull to slow down these killing intent. But even so, every subsequent game will be a test.

"The King of Slaughter must have done this on purpose."

Wang Feng thought to himself.

Obviously, the King of Slaughter wanted the three of them to be controlled by the killing intent, and in the end, they couldn't complete a hundred games.

Even the two killing gods behind Tang San and Hu Liena couldn't find any excuse for this method, because they came to the killing capital to kill, and if they couldn't bear the killing intent, then they could only blame their weak will and spirit.

The King of Slaughter didn't kill them directly, but wanted this way to let them die here.

Wang Feng naturally didn't have any influence. But if it goes on like this, even if Tang San and Hu Liena have extremely strong mental strength and have a skull, they may not be able to hold it.

People have limits.

"We'll see when the time comes."

Wang Feng frowned slightly, "Xiao San also cultivates Xuantian Gong, which can be regarded as a righteous path exercise, and there is also a big difference between his internal strength and the soul power of the soul master." ”

Thinking of this, Wang Feng couldn't help but move in his heart.

His soul power is all tempered and compressed by meteor tears, and the quality of his soul power is extremely high, but Wang Feng doesn't know what other effects it has.

Soul power generally has a lot to do with the soul master's martial soul and the individual.

The soul master of the twin martial souls will generally have two different soul power attributes in the body, so they cannot be used at the same time, the two soul power attributes will conflict with the body, and if they are used at the same time, it is easy for the soul master to explode and die under the impact of the two soul power attributes.

This is probably the reason why the soul skill of the martial soul can only be used one.

And just like that, another year passed.

It has been two years since Wang Feng came to the Killing Capital.

The victory also came to ninety-nine.

In the past year, Wang Feng's soul power level has increased by two levels, to level fifty-seven, and the last blood streak of the Dark Angel Martial Soul has not yet appeared.

Six have already emerged.

But the last one, always, has no way to condense it.

According to the different abilities of each blood pattern, Wang Feng knew that if he cast the Dark Angel Martial Spirit at this time, then a real realm might form around him!

This kind of realm is not the realm that ordinary Title Douluo's Ninth Soul Technique brings.

It's the realm that comes with the martial soul.

(End of chapter)