Chu Mo was just about to go in, but was stopped by the black gauze girl.

"Sorry sir, if you want to enter the hellish killing fields, even if it is to watch the battle, you must contribute a cup of Scarlet Mary."

Chu Mo nodded, his gaze swept over the people who were coming in and out of the killing field, and finally landed on a big man.

It was a bald man, shirtless, with a ** tattoo on his chest. It's just that because of a few criss-crossing horror scars, the *** case not only looks not beautiful, but full of viciousness.

The black gauze girl noticed Chu Mo and was also a little anxious. Hurriedly said, "Sir, are you sure?" Take the initiative to provoke or attack others, and the protection period for newcomers will be over. ”

However, Chu Mo had already stopped the bald man.

The bald man obviously knew Chu Mo's intentions. In the Killing Capital, you can kill this kind of person who is in front of you.

The next moment, this bald man pulled out a huge serrated machete from behind his back and smashed it towards Chu Mo's head.

Judging from the fluctuation of soul power, the other party has at least level 50 soul power!

But......

Chu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his two fingers easily caught the bald man's machete.

Then the next moment, under the action of a huge force, the machete shattered. Chu Mo shook hands into claws without hesitation.

Three golden rays of light from the Dark Gold Dreadclaw appeared, piercing into the bald man's body, and scarlet blood splashed on Chu Mo's body.

The black gauze girl covered her mouth in surprise.

"This guy's blood is worth a few cups of Scarlet Mary." Chu Mo asked lightly.

The black gauze girl reacted and nodded hurriedly.

"Three glasses at least."

"Then I'll leave it to you, sign me up, I'm going to the next game." Chu Mo said lightly.

The black gauze girl responded, and it was already clear that this young man would definitely stir up the storm in the future.

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A year later!

The icy breath was suffocating. In the hell killing field, a total of ten people slowly walked in. Chu Mo walked in the third place among the ten people. But he was the focus of the attention of the other nine.

Eighty-one battles, eighty-one victories. After the victory, if he wins, he can go on the road of killing and get out of here.

In this year, although Chu Mo's soul power has increased too much, only increasing his soul power by two levels, the murderous aura in his body has increased dramatically every day!!

His eyes became unusually cold, like ice.

Calculate the time, in another year, Tang San will also come here. The corners of Chu Mo's mouth smiled, he now knew why, Tang Hao wanted Tang San to come here and cultivate the killing qi.

At this time, three of the nine people who walked into the Hell Killing Ground with Chu Mo were already trembling all over their bodies, and the remaining six were all trembling. After nine people were locked up in the venue. Almost immediately, Chu Mo was surrounded in the center. Because they knew that if they didn't kill Chu Mo, they wouldn't be able to live.

"Do you want to resist too?"

Chu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth, he has a lot of hole cards, he has six soul bones, plus the pulse technique, the second martial soul.

So far, he has only shown the power of two soul bones and the second martial soul, and he has hidden all other strengths as hole cards.

The next moment, there was a blood-red look in his eyes. The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread out from Chu Mo's body almost instantly. Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the shivering sensation of these degenerates around him.

Nine people, pounced from nine different directions. Chu Mo immediately made a move, and his figure shuttled through it like a phantom.

In his palm, a sword embryo appeared, and the second martial soul had changed slightly, the sword body was no longer dark red, and the blade was no longer a completely blunt weapon.

The more blood you stain, the stronger the killing aura.

The sword became sharper.

"Huh!"

Three figures flew out upside down, and there was an incomparably neat sword mark on his neck.

Chu Mo dodged the sneak attack of the two of them sideways, the soul bone of his right palm lit up, and he slapped another person to death with one palm.

Nine people, but the battle lasted less than thirty seconds. The last person died under Chu Mo's sword.

Chu Mo looked up at the audience, not caring at all about the countless corpses around him. Enjoying the cheers of countless people.

Eighty-two wins!

The Killing Capital, dark and wide rooms.

It was an extraordinarily large chair inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals are outlined in the shape of a drum tower. Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"He's won again." A cold female voice sounded in the gloom.

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the dark, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, and I could only vaguely see that this person was slender and long.

"Great King. Shall we start reaching out to him? The Killing Capital, it's been a long time since a real powerhouse has joined. ”

"Do you think he's a real powerhouse?" The tall man sitting in a chair asked.

"At least skillfully, he is. It's like he was born to kill the capital. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even if Title Douluo was in the Killing Capital, it would be impossible to kill him without soul skills. I'm sure that there is at least one soul bone in his body. ”

The Killing King was silent for a moment, "Then do you think he can complete a hundred battles and challenge the Hell Road?" ”

"A hundred games are certain, but the road to hell, who can say for sure?"

The Killing King frowned and said no more.

"Let's see, there's no hurry."

Chu Mo returned to his hut, and in the house, there was a pool of blood. As you can imagine, that's how many people were killed!

Chu Mo didn't calculate it carefully, but since he entered the Killing Capital, the number of people who died in his hands was not five thousand, but also three thousand.

With a wave of his big hand, a thick dark red liquid flew out from in front of him, opening his mouth to swallow the blood like his stomach, and in the dim light, two fangs were faintly exposed.

Time spent waiting and cultivating, sitting cross-legged in the hut where he lived, Chu Mo constantly felt a cold chill all over his body. The huge murderous aura swirled around his body at all times, and it also affected him.

Wisps of black qi like substance lingered around him. The reason why it took a year was that Yum was still completed.

It was because Chu Mo felt that his murderous aura was not enough, and he still needed to cultivate. So he slowed himself down to the race.

He went out hunting.

He doesn't have the slightest psychological burden, and he uses other people's lives to cultivate, this is the world of natural selection and the strong.

What's more, how many thousands of people did he kill?

Chu Mo chuckled, his murderous aura had already condensed to a certain level, and the influence of the sword embryo had reached a certain level, he should be able to find an opportunity to complete Baiyu.

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