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Recently, it has been suddenly interrupted for a few days, and I can't help everyone! Busy at work and the driver's license test was suddenly scheduled, so ...... The author, Xiaomeng, said that Yali Mountain is ......

In addition, this book is thorough, and the author Xiaomeng will finish the main line as soon as possible in the next few chapters, and then prepare to finish.

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Half a month later.

The Killing Capital, the Killing Fields of Hell.

"Flutter-" There was a soft sound, and a middle-aged man with a thin body and a fierce face fell to the ground in an instant.

In the venue, apart from the young man with the silver mask and cloak, there were only nine corpses left that had died of exhaustion and were drenched in blood.

The bloody qi started from the center of the field and slowly diffused. The people watching the seats from the sidelines all showed a greedy and enjoyable look at this.

It is a symphony of sin and blood, the root of all evil, rejected by morality and the rule of law.

But it is also the best refuge for Yu Xiaogang.

It was another contest that bordered on a one-sided massacre. Yu Xiaogang, who was under the mask, put his sword into his arms, turned around and quickly walked out of the killing field.

As he left, several figures from the viewing seats followed him and disappeared into his seats.

But soon, after a few loud shouts and terrible shouts faintly came from outside the killing field, there was no more sound.

In a secluded residence somewhere in the inner city, Yu Xiaogang was alone, sitting cross-legged.

Here, there is no need to feel guilty about killing these people, after all, the people who will come to a place like the killing capital are all traitors.

It's just that it seems that after the sword in his hand arrives here, it becomes more and more difficult to control, so he has to go back to his room as soon as possible and use the Ten Thousand Qianhua Trick to suppress and refine the anger in his body that has been repeatedly affected by the sword spirit.

The sword spirit Xianghuan always conveyed to him an endless desire to kill, as if he wanted him to slaughter all living beings in the world.

Fortunately, his mental cultivation is the strongest and strongest Haoran righteousness, and the two are reconciled and balanced with each other, so that his mind is not affected.

Now that he has come to this killing capital, which is even more than legendary for more than half a month, he has finally adapted to the living habits and environment here.

And, because of the broken sword in his hand, he is here like a fish in water.

He was the only one who could enter the killing field every day to participate in the competition. In a short period of time, it has been regarded as a monster existence by the people here.

Because his sword has a sword spirit, he doesn't need soul power to drive it, and he is still incomparably strong.

To date, he had never encountered a faster speed than this sword, nor had he encountered a defense that could withstand his sword without breaking it.

Feeling the anger in his body being gradually suppressed and dissipated, Yu Xiaogang exhaled lightly.

At this rate, he should be able to get out soon.

And at this moment, while meditating with his eyes closed, he didn't notice that the Broken Life Sword was slowly absorbing the gloomy qi that had been excluded from his body and had condensed into a black mist.

.......

Inside the palace of the Killing King.

On the throne, a slender blood-red figure stood in front of him, his voice hoarse like a vulture,

"How's it going?"

In the empty hall, another cold female voice suddenly sounded,

"Respected king, the person you are investigating is the object that the Martial Spirit Hall is pursuing with all its might, and intends to strangle."

Hearing this, there was a burst of gloomy laughter from the figure on the high platform,

"Oh? So, he just came here to take refuge? ”

"My king, this person is strong, and he goes to the hell killing field every day to fight, but I am afraid that he does not intend to take refuge here just for refuge."

"Hmph, he still wants to go to Hell Road and take the Killing God Realm........ The king wants his life! ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure fell silently, and a cold and ethereal voice sounded,

"You can't afford his life."

The blood-colored figure turned around when he heard this, and a rich and disgusting bloody aura covered his figure, only a pair of copper bell-like eyes, the pupils were red, and his eyes were gloomy, staring at the person who came.

After a while, the King of Slaughter lowered his voice and said unwillingly,

"Lord Killing God, why do you say this."

The person opposite was wrapped in a black robe, but he still couldn't hide the exquisite curves of the extreme temptation, and the black gauze covered his face, revealing a pair of intoxicating light purple eyes. Under the black turban, a few strands of purple hair hung down between his foreheads, softening the eyes that were full of coldness and murder at the moment.

Beneath the veil, red lips move slightly.

"He's my man,"

After speaking, the figure floated in the air, unhindering the release of his soul power.

She turned around and left a sentence,

"It's time, let's go."

Without looking back, he galloped away in a certain direction.

Looking at the body in the distance, the man under the blood showed a strong unwillingness and envy in his eyes, and immediately set off and chased after him.

On the outskirts of the Killing Capital, on a barren mountain in the Far West.

Two figures, one red and one black, suddenly appeared above the ground and slowly landed.

The blood-colored figure followed her in silence.

After a while, she raised her hand and gently took off the veil, revealing her stunning and peerless face.

It's just that her face is now a little sad.

This is Bibi Dong, the second time I have been here.

She knew in her heart that returning here again meant that she was about to complete the final test of the Rakshasa God, get his inheritance, and become a god.

But, just like disgusted with her own martial soul and the martial soul hall that gave her everything and destroyed her, she also hated this divine position.

She still remembered that when the Rakshasa god chose herself, she also had doubts. The answer that the Rakshasa God told her with his divine thoughts made her shudder, and she finally gave up on gaining the inheritance immediately.

The Rakshasa god told her in a tone like a demon from hell that a seed of extreme evil had taken root in her heart.

When she grows up, she will become the perfect embodiment of evil and terror. Therefore, she is also the most suitable inheritor of the Rakshasa God......

"The Seeds of Evil ......"

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong smiled miserably,

"Qiandaoliu, you actually forced me to choose between the Martial Spirit Hall and Yu Xiaogang's life, and asked me to take his corpse back to restore his life with my own hands......"

"You wouldn't know that when Chihiro asked me to choose twenty years ago, my answer was already obvious."

"Today, I still don't have any change in my original intentions...... It's just that this Pope will never be a lamb to the slaughter again! Qiandaoliu, why do I have to make a choice? Wait until I inherit the gods. You will no longer be able to override me, and the so-called passivity and choice will fall on you......"

In the midst of muttering, Bibi Dong's expression had become extremely firm.

She walked slowly towards the altar on the top of the barren mountain. In his eyes, a crystal tear slipped silently.

"Xiao Gang...... If you want me to wait for you, then I will do my best to live strongly. I'm going to keep you out a little bit of the wind and frost ahead, and I'm going to pave the way back for you. And at this moment, I only hope for you, don't forget the return date......"