"Tang Chen!"

Jiang Xuan would never have thought that in only seventy games, this king of killing had already taken the initiative to find himself according to his impatience.

Looking at the king of the Killing Capital in front of him, no one would have thought that the other party was the old sect master that the Hao Heavenly Sect had been looking for for many years, Tang Chen, a peak powerhouse of the ninety-ninth level.

The appearance of the other party's bombardment and the spiritual power of the people around him all the time, Jiang Xuan secretly smacked his tongue, if you really want to say that the person closest to the realm of God, Tang Chen in front of him is closer than Qiandaoliu and Bibi Dong.

Demigod Realm!

The main thing is that this master didn't rely on external forces at all, and completely relied on his own talent to cultivate to level ninety-nine.

According to the original book, it was a fierce man who reached level ninety-nine three years earlier than the sea god Poseidon.

Qiandaoliu is a divine envoy, and Bibi Dong has the blessing of twin martial spirits.

In this way, the strongest person in the world deserves it.

However, now you can't call him Haotian Sect Tang Chen, you should call the other party the Nine-Headed Bat King, the master of the Killing Capital is right.

The current king of slaughter is tall, with black hair and red eyes, and his appearance is covered by a mask, and he can't see one or two, but as far as the original book can charm the big beauty of Bo Saixi, his appearance is not to say that he is earth-shattering, but he must also be a head-level character, you must know that his rival in love is a thousand streams of the angel clan, and the thousand old man is a man who is handsome, Jiang Xuan has no opinion, well, it is so much worse than himself.

Unlike Qiandaoliu's deep gaze and old voice, Tang Chen's voice, which was already infinitely close to the state of a demigod, was not much different from that of a middle-aged man, his voice was low and sharp, he was wearing a blood-colored robe, and his whole body was wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak with a standing collar.

The hair and eyes are blood-red. Looking at it from a distance, it seemed like a blood shadow, and because of the huge spiritual power, Jiang Xuan could sense the iconic sword shadow on the other party's forehead.

He had seen the time when he killed Hypros.

The shadow of the sword is exactly the appearance of the Asura Divine Sword, and the mark on the forehead is the same as the seal of the Seagod Trident, which indicates the identity of the inheritor of the other party.

"It's a pity~" Jiang Xuan couldn't help but export.

"Emperor Yan, what is a pity?" Tang Chen, who came to the front, heard this and asked in a sharp voice.

Being possessed by the Scarlet Nine-Headed Bat King does not mean that he has completely lost his mind.

Jiang Xuan shook his head with a smile, but in his heart, he carefully recalled all the information about Tang Chen at this time.

Becoming a god in the Douluo Continent can only help the top powerhouses become gods in the flesh with the power of faith accumulated for thousands of years. Thousands of years is too long, and the man in front of Haotian Sect, who claims to be invincible on land, chooses to find a god to inherit.

But it's a pity, although he is strong and has gained the divine test, but when the Shura god of the pit father doesn't care about the inheritor at all, the opposing Rakshasa god infiltrates the breath into the Shura divine test when he ascends to the god realm, eroding Shura's legacy in the Douluo Continent while transforming the killing capital into a completely depraved and evil place now.

Tang Chen, who we didn't know anything about, was disturbed by the Rakshasa Divine Thoughts, and when facing the Scarlet Nine-Headed Bat King, he completely fell into evil thoughts, and his body was also parasitized by the Scarlet Nine-Headed Bat King, turning into the King of Killing, and he was trapped in the Killing Capital for decades.

This is also why Haotian Sect did not let go of the oppression of the Martial Soul Hall and chose to close the mountain directly, if it weren't for the defeat of Qiandaoliu to Tang Chen and promise never to go up to the mountain gate of Haotian Sect, I am afraid that the current gate of Haotian Sect will be raised by the Martial Soul Palace.

There was a guess in his heart, for the appearance of this king of killing, Jiang Xuan was full of confidence and had no surprise.

"You seem to know I'm going to show up?" Tang Chen, who was controlled, wondered.

"Yes!"

"And I know who you really are."

The Blood Shadow's body trembled, as if shocked, "I don't know what you're talking about, okay, with your excellent winning streak, Baisheng is not difficult for you at all, and I hereby approve you to skip the subsequent matches and go to hell." ”

"Seventy?"

"Tsk, shouldn't you stop me?"

"After all, if I pass the road to hell, I'll be your competitor."

"Tang Chen's seniors !!!"

“！”

The Killing King's face changed suddenly, "Why do you know this name, could it be that you are also a divine envoy?" ”

Circles of pale red halos were released from the Killing King, and the Killing God of the Martial Soul Hall had returned to the Killing Capital a few days ago, and he felt that something was wrong, and everything was so strange from this strange soul master to the Killing Capital.

The other party never drinks Bloody Marys, and it seems to have a certain positive impact on the people around them.

Such a person is fundamentally different from the killing capital, and it can even be said that it is the opposite existence.

Knowing the true meaning of the Killing Capital, how could he not be shocked, you must know that the true role of the Killing God Realm is something that the Martial Spirit Hall and the other genius Killing God do not know.

This young man!

If it weren't for the scruples in his heart, Tang Chen would have wanted to kill the guy in front of him directly on the spot.

"The blood-red nine-headed bat king is really terrifying."

Jiang Xuan looked at the other party's Tang Chen's reaction, and chuckled in his heart, it seemed that it was impossible to simply wake up the other party with words.

I remember that my name is Tang Chen, and I also remember about the Shura Divine Examination, but I completely forgot my identity and regarded myself as the real king of killing.

I have to say that although he has the relationship of Shura, who is the shopkeeper, the Rakshasa is the first scheming in the divine realm.

So many inheritors have been trapped to death for thousands of years.

Seeing that Jiang Xuan didn't speak, Tang Chen, who was sometimes sober and sometimes demented, thought that the other party was just saying casually, but he still wanted to break into hell, and then waved his hand.

A thick red mist was suddenly released from the Killing King, but the huge aura was deliberately bypassing Jiang Xuan in front of him at this moment.

Whether it was opening the road to hell in advance, or his behavior at the moment, he wanted to test the true identity of the person in front of him.

O breath of extreme evil!

Jiang Xuan couldn't help but sigh, the real cold that can be invaded by the bone marrow.

The breath belonging to the inheritor of the Shura God was useless to Jiang Xuan, and it turned into smoke and dust almost the moment it was touched, and Tang Chen was even more sure in his heart.

The ritual of summoning the road to hell continues.

The evil cold red ripples slowly spread out until they spread to the entire audience.

Jiang Xuan looked at the excited Fallen audience around him, and they thought it was something sacred before they had never seen Hell Road.

I wonder why no one in the inner city has described the true appearance of Hell Road for thousands of years.

Well, the after-effects of Bloody Mary drinking too much.

After staying for a long time, the strength is strong, and this brain is stupid enough.

I know very well that except for Tang Chen, the God Killer and King of Killing, no one has ever seen the Hell Road open, because everyone who has seen it has died.

In other words, they have become sacrifices for the opening of the road to hell.

A sacrifice to the blood-red nine-headed Bat King.