In the killing capital, there is a struggle between life and death every day, and the dirty and dark things always impact people's hearts, and the accumulated depression, pressure, and anger need a channel to vent.

Unlike the original book, Hu Liena entered the killing capital alone, helpless, and the person she liked was the heir of the hostile forces, so she could only bear the pressure silently alone.

Now that the man she loves is by her side, she doesn't need to suppress herself, control herself, and just vent to her heart's content.

Everything was calm, Hu Liena lay softly on Ling Bai's chest, and a flush of satisfaction appeared on her face.

Ling Bai hugged her and said in a helpless tone, "I'm afraid that the forging body will not be able to cultivate the seventh layer in my lifetime." ”

Hu Liena sneered, her pretty face, which became more and more gorgeous after being moistened by the rain and dew, raised slightly, and gently rubbed Ling Bai's chin, "Your own self-control is not good, blame me?" ”

Hearing this, Ling Bai angrily patted the bulge behind her, "Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back." How many men in the world can stand in the way of your vixen? ”

Hu Liena smiled charmingly, quite proud in her heart. Due to the characteristics of the Demon Fox Martial Soul and the specially trained Enchanting Soul Technique, she is very confident in her charm. There may be girls who look better than her, but they must not be as attractive as her.

"It's been three years, Ling Bai, if it weren't for you, I might have collapsed a long time ago." Hu Liena said emotionally.

"Tell me about this." Ling Bai kissed her forehead, a hint of relief in her eyes, "Only the last one is left, and we can leave this ghost place." ”

"I don't know when we can get ten people, those guys are scared of the two of us, and they would rather use the number of games they have saved before and contribute their own blood to survive than participate in the Hell Killing Fields competition."

"Bear with me, it should be soon."

"I can't take it anymore, come again."

"Release your martial soul ......"

A month later, the Hell's Killing Fields.

The last opponent died in anger, and Ling Bai completed the hundred matches of the Hell Killing Ground alive. An almost substantial murderous aura formed a huge vortex in the air. Under the oppression of this extremely large murderous aura, the degenerates who were still cheering just now instantly became silent.

Ling Bai raised his hands in the air, and his mouth let out an excited and happy roar.

Whether it was the Death Canyon, the Lost Grand Canyon, or the Soul Hunting Forest, the Star Dou Great Forest, or the Sunset Forest, he had all gone in and practiced, and struggled on the death line countless times, but there had never been a place like the Killing Capital that made him feel depressed and tormented.

Injuries, pains, and injuries on the body are all small things, and the real impact is the psychological trauma. It may take a long time to erase the shadow that the Killing Capital has brought to him.

Hu Liena said that without Ling Bai, she might have collapsed a long time ago, how could Ling Bai not be like this. Without Hu Liena, he would have been very miserable in the past three years.

Companionship is each other's business.

"Congratulations, young God of Killing."

Low, shrill voices suddenly came from all directions. The murderous aura that surrounded Ling Bai's body was actually poured back the moment this voice sounded, and was re-pressed into his body. The impact made his face pale.

The Lord of Slaughter, here.

Ling Bai's heart moved, and he saw a blood-red figure falling from the sky in midair. Suddenly, countless roars came from the mouths of the fallen people watching the battle, shouting loudly 'King of Killing', and the hoarse voices did not stop.

The Slayer King is a tall man wrapped in a large scarlet cape. With a pale face, a pair of completely blood-red eyes, and a body that seemed to fall from the sky as if it were not subject to gravity, suspended in mid-air five meters above the ground.

He looked down at Ling Bai and said in a deep and sharp voice, "Since the appearance of the Killing Capital, no one has ever been crowned with the title of Killing God before a hundred victories. Young God of Killing, you have created the history of the Killing Capital. Hellbringer, please. ”

The door on the other side of the Hell Killing Fields opened, and Hu Liena strode out. At this time, she was in a very bad state, and a pair of eyes flashed with blood-red light, exuding a restless momentum. It wasn't until he saw Ling Bai, who was safe and sound, that his breath stabilized a little.

Ling Bai stepped forward quickly, grabbed Hu Liena's hand in front of the King of Killing, and quietly helped her absorb a small part of the murderous qi to weaken the impact of the killing power on her.

The King of Slaughter looked at them, and a pale red halo emanated from his body, faintly moving his killing intent. These two people are really outstanding, they once stirred up the killing capital, and they trusted each other, if they joined forces to pass through the Hell Road, it would not be a good thing for the killing capital to have two more killing gods in the Martial Spirit Palace.

But to kill them, the King of Slaughter was also a little hesitant.

In the past three years, the woman who claimed to be the Pope of the Spirit Hall had been to the Killing Capital six times. Sensing from afar, this woman's strength is unfathomable. Especially the evil aura emanating from his body was so pure that even he felt a strong oppression. It seems that the other party is the main palace, and he is just a concubine.

With scruples, the King of Killing slowly put away his killing intent. Ling Bai and Hu Liena, whose bodies were tense, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Although Tang Chen's body was occupied by the blood-red three-headed bat, after all, he had passed most of the tests of the Shura God, and with half a foot at the god level, killing Ling Bai and Hu Liena was as simple as pinching two ants to death.

Bibi Dong is not here, and if the King of Killing makes a move, the two of them will never be spared. Therefore, even if he refused to be wooed by the King of Killing, Ling Bai's attitude was very respectful and tactful.

"That being the case. Then you will go down the road to hell. It's also a good trip to be a companion on the road to hell. Good luck. The King of Slaughter said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, an evil aura that was cold to the bone marrow suddenly erupted from him, forcing Ling Bai and Hu Liena back dozens of meters away.

Under the influence of this evil aura, a large number of degenerates in the stands began to sacrifice themselves, and the blood pooled down the inconspicuous pipes in the stands to the killing fields.

The blood flowed into the field, and it did not spread in a straight line, but was injected into the grooves that appeared at some point. When the grooves were filled, a large blood-red pattern appeared on the ground. This motif is a bat.

Suddenly, the bat's eyes lit up, and immediately after, a huge red light shot up into the sky, instantly enveloping Ling Bai and Hu Liena's bodies.

Under the swallowing of the red light, the two of them felt that their feet were empty, and everything around them became nothing. What makes them most uncomfortable and powerless is that all their senses are completely disabled at this moment.

Cold, evil, dead breath poured in from all directions. At this time, the murderous aura in the two of them suddenly gushed out, forming a protective layer to block the evil aura from the outside.

Without the protection of the murderous aura, they would be swallowed by this evil force, and they would not even be qualified to set foot on the road to hell.

But for Ling Bai, in addition to murderous aura, he also had other ways to protect himself. Such a strong killing aura and the power of the most evil are simply a great supplement.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his pear tree martial spirit. Four thick roots and one thin and short root tendrils were like hungry wolves pounced on them, and they suddenly plunged into the rich red light, absorbing the power of evil in a big way. Gradually, the martial soul seems to have changed again.