Qian Linghan looked around, looking at himself as he surrounded himself, there was anticipation in his eyes, some of his faces were full of lewdness and even drooling, it was estimated that there were dozens of degenerates, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, what did he come to kill the capital for, it was to fight to find a way to break through the third layer of the sword, so he went to the hell killing field for the first time, and wanted to have a happy battle of life and death, but he didn't expect dozens of people to come here directly, it seems that this face of both men and women has some benefits after all.

Qian Linghan's eyes flashed with blood-red light, the fallen angel martial soul rose, and three pairs of pitch-black wings appeared behind him, and an incomparably dark realm that was difficult for light to penetrate erupted from the martial soul, enveloping dozens of fallen people around.

Except for the people outside the field, no one else knew what was going on in the black field, because no sound came out of the dark field, and no one escaped, everyone only saw, when the field dispersed, there was only one person standing in that area, dressed in black, unstained with dirt, with six wings on his back, with long white hair floating in the wind, holding a long sword, and his whole body was so neat, but there were corpses everywhere around him, like hell. The blood of the corpse pooled together and even formed a relatively large pool of blood.

But the most bizarre thing is that none of the dozens of degenerates who died tragically had a painful and hideous look on their faces, but were all crazy and happy, as if they were dying of refreshment.

After dealing with dozens of degenerates, Qian Renhan's original blood-colored eyes were faintly covered with a layer of blood-colored murderous aura, but then the blood-colored murderous aura left Qian Renhan's mind and merged into the body of the fallen angel martial spirit, and Qianrenhan's brain returned to the most sober state.

"Absorbing the murderous aura in my body and keeping me awake, is this one of the abilities of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul?" Qian Ling Han smiled faintly, the Seraphim Martial Soul can automatically filter out impurities that are not good for the body, and his Fallen Angel Martial Soul can actually take the initiative to absorb the murderous aura on his body, and the god-level Martial Soul does have its own rank.

Qian Ling Han glanced at the pile of crazy corpses around him, and shook his head a little speechlessly, he didn't expect that after he released the dark realm, all the evil thoughts in the hearts of these fallen people were led out by the fallen angel martial spirits, and they didn't attack him at all, but vented wildly at the air.

If Qian Ling Han thought about it, he could use the Fallen Angel Martial Spirit to order the Killing Capital to remove all the fallen people of the Killing King as slaves.

After solving this group of people, no one dared to stop Qian Ling Han, Qian Ling Han came to the center of the inner city of the killing capital, and saw a special building, the building is presented as a circle, more precisely, a non-standard cone, the area below is the largest, the higher it will be narrowed, at the gate of the building, almost every fallen person who enters it has a cup of yellow spring dew in his hand.

"This is supposed to be the killing fields of hell."

Qian Ling Han walked towards the building, the Hell Killing Field was a ten-person fight, and its danger level was incomparable to the battle just now, but he had to go, because he couldn't leave through the Hell Road without passing through a hundred Hell Killing Field victories, and in addition to that, he had to experience the real battle of life and death, and the dozens of fallen people he had killed before were only won by virtue of his martial spirits, and it was not a real life-and-death battle.

It's like the battle between the younger generation of Qian Lingxue and Yu Tianyuan seven years ago, Qian Lingxue defeated Yu Tianyuan by virtue of her martial soul advantage, not that she herself was stronger than Yu Tianyuan. Relying only on the strength of the martial spirit, without tempering one's own combat consciousness and accumulating combat experience, one cannot become the most powerful person after all.

After a while, another corpse appeared in Qian Linghan's footsteps, and he was still holding a cup of Huangquan Dew in his hand.

Qian Linghan looked towards a small corner and said lightly: "I've seen enough along the way, and if you've seen enough, go and help me sign up."

In the dark corner, the black-gauze girl slowly revealed her figure.

"You know I've been following you?" The black-veiled girl looked surprised.

"It's not like I don't even have this anti-detection capability."

Qian Linghan handed the Huang Quanlu in his hand to the black gauze girl, the black gauze girl did not hesitate, probably thinking that she was found guilty of peeking, so she took the identity card and Huang Quanlu and walked towards the registration office.

Ten passages, ten people walked into the hell killing field, the light of the soul guide in Qian Linghan's hand lit up, and the long sword he cultivated daily started, he set a limit on himself, in the battle of the hell killing field, he must not use any power of his martial soul.

Even in the Killing City, the martial soul possesses the body, and the attributes possessed by the martial soul can greatly improve the strength of the soul master, but the biggest threat to the Hell Killing Ground does not come from the battle between life and death on the killing field, and the exhausted contestants leave the Hell Killing Field after the battle and are besieged by the fallen who have been waiting outside for a long time.

There are many people outside besieging Qianrenhan, and there is no way to use the martial soul, and there are at most nine people besieging here, if the enemy can't be beaten, use the martial soul, then how can it become stronger.

Twenty minutes later, nine corpses fell to the ground, and Qian Ling Han stood in the center of the Hell Killing Field, his body covered in blood, and his left arm was also hanging weakly and dripping blood.

"This is the pain of the skin and flesh, the adrenaline that soars between life and death and the potential of the human body, the outlaw, it is indeed powerful, the killing capital, it is really a good place to exercise and fight beyond the level."

Qian Ling Han smiled faintly, took out a few healing herbs from the soul guide and ate them, looking at the outlaw who was desperately killed by him with a sword at his feet, he was faintly excited in his heart for some reason, as if if he continued to kill, he would be able to understand the bottleneck of the sword path that made him stop.

Immediately after, the Hell Killing Field seemed to tremble slightly, and all the nine soul powers of the Killing Field fell to the ground and gushed out, flowing into his body along Qian Linghan's forehead, a small part of which was absorbed by him, and most of the rest of the soul power entered the bottom of the Hell Killing Field from top to bottom.

"This soul power is too little, and I don't even know if there is even a tenth of the original body."

Qian Ling Han muttered and didn't care, if the Douluo Hall Angel Statue was the most suitable place for the cultivation of the soul master of the angel clan, then the Killing Capital was the most suitable place for his fallen angel to cultivate, the toxins in the aura of Heaven and Earth in the Killing Capital, the violent and evil factors could not affect him, and his fallen angel martial soul might be extremely happy to let these violent and evil factors enter its body.

A year later, in the main square of the killing capital, a treasure that exuded blue light and was as clear as a skeleton suddenly appeared in the middle of the square, and the appearance of this bone attracted everyone's attention for a while.

(End of chapter)