Douluo: Take the First Poseidon’s Nine Tests

　　 Telling this to Hu Liena, of course it wasn't because Hemingway was grateful to her for telling the killing field. From Hu Liena's words, he could hear that the golden generation of Wuhun Palace did not lie to himself, nor did he deceive himself. The road to **** is obviously not easy. That's why Hemingway told her that she had been poisoned.

　　 In this place, there are no enemies or friends anymore. As long as it is good for your survival, you don’t hesitate. Everything has to wait until I can leave here.

　　 Hemingway stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and activated his water control ability. Suddenly, the surrounding water molecules condensed. Under his control, it finally condensed into a drop of crystal clear water!

He threw a small drop of water to her and said faintly: "If you can trust me, just eat it. It only takes a moment to evolve the toxins in your body. If you don't believe me, then in the road of hell, neither will we Need to cooperate. I don’t want a time bomb to follow me at any time."

　　 This drop of water is the purified water he used to condense and condense the water-controlling ability. Specifically for the toxins in the killing capital. He had discovered before that there was a special toxin in the so-called Bloody Mary. So the antidote was specially formulated for this.

Seeing Hemingway’s plain and depressed eyes, Hu Liena took the crystal clear drops of water, threw them into the mouth without hesitation, turned and walked outside, while leaving, her last words floated into Hemingway’s ears, "I believe You. Please believe me too. Because we all need to leave alive."

　　 Three days later, the killing fields of hell.

　　 Boom! ! !

　　 The last opponent died in a headshot under Hemingway's punch. Even if it was him, he couldn't help raising his hands high at this time, unreservedly releasing the terrifying and **** killing aura all over his body.

　　 One hundred games, finally completed.

　　 The almost substantive murderous intent formed a huge vortex in the air. Around Nuo Da's venue, a large number of spectators fell silent under the effect of the huge murderous intent released from him. The three characters of King Shura are like a symbol of death!

　　 This point is exactly the same as the status of the **** messenger, the last winner of the previous game, in their hearts. Everyone thinks that King Shura is the most terrifying existence, because none of his opponents can leave a whole body, all of them are incompletely beaten by him in an extremely cruel way. .

　　 "Congratulations, young King Shura." A low, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

　　 Hemingway heard this voice and knew that the Lord was coming, and the murderous aura released from his body was naturally withdrawn, and his expression returned to plain.

　　 At the same time, the atmosphere in the killing fields of **** suddenly rose to the extreme, because a blood-red figure was falling from the sky in mid-air.

　　 "King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." The cry made the fallen ones scream, but they didn't mean to stop at all.

　　 Hemingway was awe-inspiring, and looked towards the scarlet figure in mid-air. It was a tall man, his whole body wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak. With a pale face, a pair of completely blood-red eyes, and his body slowly descending from the air, it seemed that he didn't need to be restricted by gravity at all.

　　 Levitating in mid-air five meters above the ground, the Slaughter King stopped descending, looking down at Hemingway from the air, the low but sharp voice sounded again, "Please **** messenger."

　　 The door on the other side of the **** killing field opened. At this time, his eyes were nearly half blood red, and Hu Liena, whose aura was obviously uneven because of her own murderous aura, slowly walked over. When her eyes were on Hemingway, her breath became more stable.

　　The gaze of the King of Slaughter fell to the viewing platform of the Hell Slaughter Field. "I am very happy to have witnessed the birth of two killer field powerhouses today. Yum, which has not appeared in decades, has been demonstrated in two young men. They rely on their powerful strength and terrifying murderous aura, Makes you trembling, doesn't it? My people."

"Yes Yes Yes--"

　　The King of Slaughter seems to have a unique charm in him, which makes all the fallen people have a kind of almost crazy worship after seeing him. From him, Hemingway could smell a faint sweet smell, which was a bit intoxicating. Unfortunately, for him and Hu Liena, this kind of influence can be said to be minimal.

The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Hemingway and Hu Liena, "King Shura, messenger of hell. Thank you for making me feel the existence of passion. Yum, very good. In order to commend your achievements, I decided to give you the title of God of Killing. From now on, you can all go in and out of the Killing City on your own. And you will be hired as the Guest Secretary of the Killing City under yourself."

　　 No need to go to hell?

　　 Hemingway looked at Hu Liena in surprise, just to find that Hu Liena was also looking at him. The eyes of both people showed doubts. What the **** is this King of Slaughter doing? Granted the title of Killing God without going through the road of hell.

　　 Hemingway and Hu Liena are undoubtedly smart people, their eyes only exchanged, and they understood the intention of the King of Slaughter. Walking the road to **** is undoubtedly extremely dangerous. But behind the danger, there is a huge temptation to kill the gods domain. The King of Slaughter in front of him obviously didn't want them to get the Realm of Killing God.

Hu Liena spoke first, "No need. Great King of Slaughter. We can’t break the rules of the Slaughter City because of us. I am willing to pass the test of the road to **** and get your reward again. I hope to get out of here by my own strength. , Become the real **** of murder."

　　The King of Slaughter's eyes condensed, "I'm afraid you don't know the horror of the road to hell. Hell messenger, I hope you understand that there is only one life for a person."

　　 Hu Liena sneered, "Great King of Slaughter, is it ridiculous to talk about life with me? This is the world of Slaughter."

　　 A stronger red light flashed from the eyes of the King of Slaughter, and his gaze turned to Hemingway, "What about you? Are you willing to accept my reward and become the distinguished guest of the Slaughter City?"

Hemingway smiled indifferently, "My purpose here is to walk the road of hell. King of Slaughter, your kindness is my heart. Please open the entrance to the road of hell. I would like to pass this time with the messenger of hell. test."

　　The King of Slaughter's face suddenly changed, "You want to join forces to pass through the road of hell?!"

Hu Liena sneered: "In this world, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal benefits. Instead of two people dying in the road of hell, why not both live out and become the real gods of murder? I need you to worry about it. Great King of Slaughter, please follow the rules of the Slaughter City."

　　 A circle of light red halo was released from the Slaughter King. If it were not for the scruples in his heart, he would have destroyed the two people in front of him. But he can't do that. Because he was afraid that the capital of killing would be destroyed.

　　 Although he has something to rely on in this gloomy world, if he provokes the people behind Hu Liena and Hemingway's mysterious trump card, then he might also be overthrown.

"In that case. Then you can walk the road of hell. It is a good trip to be a companion on the road of hell. In addition, if you can pass the test of the road of **** and become a new generation of murderous gods. Please replace me to your elders. Say hello." The tone of the Slaughter King obviously turned cold, even with a hint of irony. The last sentence was addressed to Hu Liena.

　　 Hell Road, is it really that easy to break through? Even if you are two, it is not so easy.

　　The thick red mist was suddenly released from the Slaughter King, and Hemingway and Hu Liena, who were forced by the huge aura, had to retreat quickly. It has been withdrawing several tens of meters, and then I can barely live it.

　　 What the Slaughter King releases is not a murderous aura, but an extremely evil aura, which makes the bone marrow become stiff and cold. The evil and cold red ripples slowly dissipated, and it took almost a few blinks to spread to the audience.

　　 The fallen men sitting in the audience were all surprisingly excited. They all wanted to see the road to **** opened. However, what they didn't know was that their lives had come to an end. Except for the God of Slaughter and the King of Slaughter, no one has ever seen the road to **** open, because everyone who has seen it has died. In other words, they have all become sacrificial offerings for the opening of the road to hell.

　　 Hemingway and Hu Liena soon discovered that although the red light released from the King of Slaughter brought them a lot of pressure, the red light was not aimed at them. Instead, he headed towards the surrounding stands. The fallen ones who were cheering wildly became quiet as the red light landed on the viewing platform. The eyes of each fallen one gradually became sluggish, and then the sluggishness turned into bloodshot red. It is not long. When that When the red light formed a huge barrier on the entire **** killing field, the screams of pain began to sound from the person who first touched the red light.

Affected by the red light, the fallen ones seemed to be half crazy, desperately holding their own faces and their bodies... Most of the fallen ones who can survive in the inner city have a certain strength. The strength was completely acting on him, and even the scream contained the pleasure of extreme excitement. It seems that in this process of self-abuse, he has got infinite enjoyment.

　　 The skin rolled and the blood burst, and they even pulled out their internal organs. The whole madness will not stop until the end of life. There are more and more fallen people undergoing such changes, until it spreads to the audience.

　　Even though Hemingway and Hu Liena have both experienced countless killings in this killing capital, their faces still changed in the face of this large-scale horror situation, and the murderous aura in their bodies became more and more uncontrollable.

　　 Looking at each other, Hu Liena clearly saw a strong hostility flashing through Hemingway's eyes. As long as it is a human, as long as there is a trace of humanity, seeing this scene in front of him will definitely be full of hatred for the killing.

　　 The blood was scattered on the ground and began to condense. A large amount of blood flowed like small streams along the inconspicuous small pipes under the auditorium to the central field of the Killing Field. It can be clearly seen that countless winding red liquids flow into the field like small snakes.

　　 Hemingway's brows can't help but frown, and the ghost of the white tiger in his body roars! A heavy murderous aura continuously bursts out of the body, and there is the possibility of an outbreak at any time.

　　 "It is their glory to be the sacrificial offering to open the road to hell." The Slaughter King's low voice sounded.

　　 At this time, the screams have gradually ceased. Except for Hemingway, Hu Liena, and the King of Slaughter, there seems to be no more living person here. The blood flowed into the field, but it did not spread in a straight line. I don't know when grooves appeared on the ground, and blood flowed into it. Gradually, it converged into a huge blood red pattern on the ground.

　　 At this time, Hemingway and Hu Liena are in this pattern, it is difficult to see the whole picture, but the mental power of the two is much stronger than ordinary spirit masters. Involuntarily closing his eyes, his mental power was released in the air, observing the surrounding situation. They discovered that the pattern formed by the condensation of blood turned out to be a bird-like creature, but it looked a little strange and not as simple as an ordinary bird.

　　 What is this?

Just when Hemingway was puzzled, suddenly, the bird's eyes lit up, and the mental power released by Hemingway and Hu Liena was shattered almost instantly, and a huge red light soared into the sky, instantly smashing the two of them. The body swept inside.

　　 All the perceptions around him became blurred. Only the low and sharp voice of the Slaughter King echoed in his ears. "I wish you good luck on the road to hell."

　　At the moment when his mental power was crushed, Hemingway finally figured out what the bird-shaped pattern looked like, bat, it seemed to be the pattern of a bat.

　　 Under the blood-red swallowing ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Hemingway and Hu Liena felt the emptiness under their feet at the same time, and everything around them became illusory, and all perceptions had been completely closed at this moment.

　　 The kind of pain that they couldn't control made them feel an inexplicable fear in their hearts. What they couldn't see was that the murderous aura on their bodies gathered into a faint white ripple to protect their bodies. If it weren't for the existence of these murderous auras, they would have been truly swallowed the moment the blood spread.

　　 Soul power was released on its own, and on Hemingway, in addition to the white ripples composed of murderous intent, there was also a faint blue halo. Compared with the cold, evil, and dead breath in the blood light, the blue light released from Hemingway's body was not strong, but it was full of life.

　　 The tenacious vitality firmly protected the Hemingway in it, not only isolated the blood and light from the outside world, but even the murderous aura was completely isolated. Therefore, even though Hemingway could not control everything in the outside world now, his murderous intent was temporarily blocked, but he did not need to bear the huge pressure, and his body was much more comfortable.

　　 I don't know how long it has passed, and with a violent shock, all feelings regained. The blood around him gradually faded. When Hemingway and Hu Liena were fully awake, they found themselves on a circular platform. The platform is only about five meters in diameter, not big. Both fell to the ground.

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