Chapter 162: Tang Chen's Doom
A purple-black light fell from the sky and fell on Tang San's forehead, who was still roaring frantically to vent his inner resentment, and a purple-black sickle mark appeared on Tang San's forehead, but after a while, the exercises disappeared.
And the resentment that was strong around Tang San's body seemed to be pulled by something, blending into his forehead, and his cultivation rose at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Regarding Tang San's changes, Qian Linghan who came to the killing town was not clear, to be precise, he didn't even know that Tang San was still alive in this world.
But even if it is clear, Qian Linghan will probably only say one sentence, a mouse life is quite hard, and it will be killed if you step on it one day.
The size of the killing town is not much different from the first time Qianrenhan came, but the buildings inside have been renovated, after all, Chihiro's battle with the Killing King has leveled the town.
However, the killing town is much more deserted than the first time Qian Ling Han came, after all, the Soul Hall has been changed from the former gratuitous suppression of the chaotic soul master to a fee, the soul master, the great soul master, and the soul venerable Many rich families have paid for it, but those soul emperors, soul saints, soul douluo, and the hundreds of law enforcer legions in the killing capital are all composed of strong people above the soul saint.
Even if the Martial Soul Hall is changed from one gold soul coin to one hour of kneeling, the Soul Emperor has 600,000 hours and the Soul Saint has 6 million hours, how long will it take to kneel? How many people do you want to go with?
However, these Qianrenhan don't care, the good life in the past was abandoned by them, and the consequences will be borne by themselves.
The killing capital, after a round of massacres and reforms, the population recovery rate is extremely slow, the original city of tens of thousands of people is now only a few thousand, in order to continue the development strategy of blood, the king of killing specially reformed, those degenerates in the outer city who dare not go to the hell killing field to fight from two cups of Bloody Mary per month to one cup per month.
Qian Ling Han didn't attract anyone's attention when he came to the Killing Force, and when he reached level 99, he directly twisted the space and walked in front of those law enforcement groups outside the city, and then stepped into the city, heading straight for the Killing King's Castle.
The inner city of the killing capital is still a crazy and luxurious world, all kinds of colorful lights can be seen everywhere, a prosperous scene, all kinds of voices sounded, some were full of excitement, some were moaning in grief, and some were painful and desperate.
Qian Ling Han walked down the street, and everywhere he passed, all the fallen who approached him were crushed into a lump of flesh by the sudden arrival of the soul.
The crowd in front of them retreated, and a woman with a cold face, a beautiful countenance, a plump figure, and two short swords in her hand walked out.
In a place like the Killing Capital, this kind of woman should have been the object of countless degenerates who coveted and wanted to ravage, but wherever this woman passed, pink glinted in her beautiful eyes, and a fluffy fox tail popped out, and the degenerates who coveted her around her immediately began to kill each other.
Who else is this person except Hu Liena, with her strong charm ability, in the killing capital, where she can't use soul skills and is full of beasts, it can be said that she is like a fish in water, whether it is the Soul Emperor, the Soul Saint, or Contra Douluo, it is difficult to resist her charm power to become her puppet and kill each other.
With this charm ability, Hu Liena also won two consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Field in just a few days.
Hu Liena glanced at the cannibalistic degenerates around her with disdain, and was about to leave to see the white-haired figure walking in front of her, her pupils contracted violently, and she quickly rubbed her eyes, making sure that the person who came was Queen Qianrenhan.
Hu Liena knelt down on one knee violently, "See His Majesty the Pope, why are you here?" ”
Hearing this, Qian Lihan looked at the woman who was kneeling on one knee, and after knowing her identity, he raised his foot and walked in front of her, without planning to answer her plans, and he was not interested in asking Hu Liena when she came to the Killing Capital and how was her results?
Hearing the sound of footsteps in the distance, Hu Liena looked up at the white-haired and black-clothed back, biting her red lips with her teeth, oozing blood, and a thick humiliation poured into her heart.
She Hu Liena, a former disciple of the Pope, the goddess sought after by tens of thousands of people in the Wuhun Hall Academy, the top three since the establishment of the Wuhun Hall Academy, almost became the existence of the Holy Maiden of the Wuhun Temple, and she has seen Qianrenhan six times at this age, the first time she was kicked away, and the second time she was despised and humiliated, she was not even as good as a dog, and she was thrown away to feed the soul beast.
The third time I saw Qianrenhan in the Pope's Palace, I was almost slapped to death, and the fourth and fifth were all participating in the Soul Master Contest and seeing Qianrenhan with the team, but I ignored it.
And this sixth time, she came to the killing capital and said hello, but what she got was still ignored by Qianrenhan, and she didn't even want to waste her saliva, as if it was a waste of time to delay her for a second.
She Hu Liena's innate soul power is 9.7 level, and she has reached the soul king at the age of twenty-one, and she dares to come to the killing capital to experience this kind of hell on earth, in terms of performance and courage, she should have surpassed the geniuses of the mainland in terms of performance and courage, even Ye Lingling should not be comparable to her in terms of charm and courage, but she has never entered the cold eyes from beginning to end.
Why is that??!!
In the castle of the Killing Capital, the King of Slaughter was still sitting on the wide chair, his legs spread, and two good-looking maids were kneeling in front of him, not knowing what they were doing.
The King of Slaughter leaned comfortably on the throne, his eyes closed, and beside the throne there was a beautiful maid who brought Bloody Mary into his mouth.
"King of Killing, you are really in a chic life."
The closed door was opened, and a voice rang out in the small room from all directions.
"What people!"
As if disturbed, the King of Slaughter had just looked up at the door, and before he could close the maid's mouth, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up.
"Ahh
The King of Slaughter monster screamed, got up and covered his head in pain, the original blood-red eyes regained clarity, the long blood-red hair also turned black, the appearance of no human or ghost returned to normal human skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood-red skull armor changed into the old Haotianzong costume.
"Where is this old man? What just happened? ”
A breath of turbid breath was exhaled, and the originally sharp voice of the King of Slaughter became thick and old.
"Wang, are you alright?"
The maid next to the throne was originally frightened by the change in the King of Killing, but quickly regained her composure, as she found that the King of Killing had become a normal person and much more handsome.
Tang Chen pressed his forehead, he just felt a powerful spiritual force and evil thoughts hit his brain, so that he who was still dreaming finally regained consciousness, otherwise it was estimated that he would continue to sleep.
"King?"
Tang Chen turned his head and looked at the three maids who were secretly sending Qiu Bo next to him suspiciously, and then looked at Xiao Chenchen, who was not yet neatly dressed and was full of liquid.
The blood-red nine-headed bat king used his body, killed countless people, and worked with a bunch of maids and wine and meat Chi Lin, and the memories of hundreds of millions of votes for I don't know how many years all surfaced, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes, "How many years have passed, decades are like a dream, I actually did such a sinful thing, Bo Saixi, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you!" ”
(End of chapter)