Without Si Ren blocking the door, the seven participating members who had been waiting in the Hell Killing Ground for a long time finally waited for the remaining three and made up ten.

Si Ren didn't pay much attention to the situation of the game, and focused on the other spectators the whole time.

The battle was so brutal that none of the participants were left to chance – if they had stayed in case of a sneak attack after the race, it would have been difficult to survive until after the race.

Not long after, the winner appeared, and the blood of the nine losers flowed on the platform, and the rich bloody aura was the medal of the winner.

There was an extra skull on the identity card, and the winner took a few moments of rest before walking away quickly, lest he dare not occupy the field.

The audience got up and left, and Si Ren was no exception.

No sooner had the battle in the Hellland Killing Fields ended, the battle in the Gate was resumed, and everyone's identity was constantly shifting between hunter and prey.

In the face of this kind of big melee, Si Ren didn't dare to be careless, with the armor-like death spider emperor martial spirit, a pair of spikes would die when touched, and he would not dodge in the face of chaotic attacks, wantonly killing and grabbing vitality to recover his injuries, and the tiger was generally unrivaled in the flock.

Coming out of the Hell Killing Field, Si Ren didn't stay outside for long, and dragged the corpses back to the Hell Killing Field with the control chains, pouring all their blood into the container, and continued to act as a spectator, waiting for the next game to start.

After fighting like this for a whole day, Si Ren walked out of the Hell Killing Field, found his own bed at the door, and began to meditate on his knees.

A palpitating aura of death enveloped the Killing Capital.

In the following days, Si Ren was just fighting in the hell killing field, and he didn't use his identity card to sign up for the competition, he always stared at the winner as a spectator, and if there was someone who wanted to hunt the winner together, then kill it with his hand.

The gray lines drawn by death were constantly consumed during Si Ren's cultivation, but the next day's killing could replenish them again, and between the coming and going, Si Ren's strength continued to grow stronger, forming a virtuous circle.

A month later.

Si Ren still didn't participate in a single game, but his reputation had spread throughout the killing capital, and people on the road called him "tyrant".

The Tyrant does his own thing, only haunting the Hell's Killing Fields, and getting close will trigger boss aggro, which will not end until he dies.

All the winners of the games in the past month have all died at the hands of the tyrant, and the qualifications to watch the games have been queued to an unknown number of games, and everyone is panicked and dare not participate in the competition.

There are very few spectators - without Bloody Mary, there is no eligibility to watch the battle, and you must leave the hellish killing fields, and there is a high probability that you will be targeted by the tyrant in the process, and the tyrant who wins the game will be killed, and there is no point in watching the battle.

The hunt plan against the tyrant has finally begun.

Whether you want to or not, after staying in the inner city of the Killing Capital for a year, you have to fight, and there was still a way to live, but the tyrant forcibly blocked it, which obviously touched everyone's nerves.

The fierce battle broke out when Si Ren was meditating at night as usual, and three or five big men took the lead, and all kinds of weapons greeted Si Ren at the same time.

Si Ren opened his eyes indifferently, the chain exploded as soon as his soul exploded, the crisis was solved, the Death Spider Emperor martial soul possessed, and the two spikes were sent out and then withdrawn, and these few self-confident cannon fodder were solved in three or two clicks.

But this was only the beginning, and the crowd swept in like an ant colony, vowing to die for the tyrant.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Si Ren showed a kind smile, but the face reflected in the possession of the Death Spider Emperor's martial soul was extremely hideous.

Eight spider legs turned into scythe blades, cold chains spreading, and huge webs formed a tomb for the end of all who came close.

The cobwebs do not have any stickiness, but after touching them, the slightest carelessness will force the soul to be pulled out, and the soul imprisoned in the chain seems to become a help at this moment, they are suffering a lot all the time, and they want others to fall into hell like them.

Death-ridden spiders run rampant, separating corpses everywhere they go, and the gray air currents seem to be the most strange and ominous in the world, mowing the grass to harvest the lives of the besiegers.

No one knew how long the tyrant would be killed, and everyone could only see one after another falling, with the roar of soul wailing in their ears and the thick smell of blood in their noses.

"Made! I'm not fighting! ”

The first one to collapse appeared, but he should not have shouted, because he attracted the attention of the tyrant.

Death came as scheduled, even if he wanted to run, Si Ren would not let it go.

Because Si Ren was very angry when he got up, and Si Ren felt that yelling so loudly in the middle of the night would affect the neighborhood's sleep, which was very unqualified and very impolite.

Sure enough, just after Si Ren cut him into three pieces, the others learned to be polite and left quietly.

There were many people who came, and they all became dead people in Si Ren's eyes, but they didn't want to die, so they scattered in all directions, and at the same time secretly prayed in their hearts that the tyrant would target others.

Kill my "teammates" and don't kill me again!

Si Ren didn't have a good way, so he could only use the principle of proximity, and the Freud algorithm flashed in his mind to solve as many people as possible.

At the end of the night, Si Ren only felt that the smell around him was unpleasant, and he took a little time to prepare some more tickets and act as a cleaner to clean the gate of the Hell Killing Field, and then he regained his composure and continued to meditate.

Only the ubiquitous fresh death breath tells the sorrow of the dead.

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, Si Ren lived in the inner city of the Killing Capital for a year.

Now that the flow of people in the Hell's Killing Fields has been largely suppressed, the killings in the Killing City have been reduced considerably.

The crowd of spectators has almost disappeared, and the killings generated for the payment of tickets have naturally disappeared, and only at the beginning of each game will there be a fixed death of ten people.

And even the number of people who participate in the competition is much less, and the people who usually want to be champions and continue to participate in the competition after less than a year have died, and the rest are all delayed and delayed until the deadline.

The name of the tyrant resounded in the killing capital and became the apex of the food chain, everyone was prostrate at the feet of the tyrant, and Si Ren was in the killing capital, a city full of killing, and he did it to stop killing with killing.

And today, it is a very special day -

Si Ren has been in the inner city for a year, and he must participate in a game.

"By the way, if I go to the outer city first, and then return to the inner city, will I be able to recalculate the time? Big deal to kill someone and then go out and pay two glasses of Bloody Mary? ”

Si Ren touched his chin and asked such a question to the knights who came to "arrest people".

(End of chapter)