Wang, find an opportunity to kill this white-clothed god of death, right?”

The beautiful girl whispered, "Otherwise, if this continues, the Shura King and the Hell Envoy will be forgotten. If there is another white-clothed God of Death, they will really break through the road of hell... Or, we will arrange the Shura King and the Hell Envoy to the White-clothed God of Death and let them kill each other?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the King of Killing snorting coldly.

The beautiful girl seemed to have been hit hard, and she groaned and fell directly to the ground.

"Then the two cannot touch! Do you want the City of Killing to be washed away by the two Gods of Death? We have arranged for the Shadowless Assassin to have already broken the rules of the Hell Killing Field. If we deliberately arrange Shura King and the Hell Envoy, it will be too obvious!"

The cold voice of the King of Killing came slowly.

"Ko Wang, you are the rules of the City of Killing... You can change any rules..."

The beautiful girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and whispered.

The King of Killing slowly shook his head: "No, let them win the defeat! By then, they will not be able to withstand the mental disorder caused by too many killings! In the 100th game, they will go crazy. Even if they are not crazy, they will not be able to pass through the current road of hell!"

"Since the birth of the last killing god, the road to hell has been strengthened many times! The possibility of passing is infinitely zero!"

"This is God's will!"

Hearing this, the beautiful girl was stunned and suddenly felt a little curious.

The Road to Hell is the biggest secret of the city of killing.

No one except the King of Killing will know where this place is, nor will anyone know the horror of the road to hell.

At this moment, when I heard the great king say this, the beautiful girl was vaguely expecting that these three people could win hundreds of victories, win the championship in the killing field and then enter the road of hell...

Time passes slowly.

Another day of competition.

It was already the eighty-second game, and a few more months passed, and Wang Feng slowly walked out of the hell killing field.

It's interesting to say that since the 72nd Game that day, there has been no reduction in the number of people who came to surround him and killed him.

Instead, there are more.

Each game has a scale of at least fifty people, one after another, and never fears death.

It seemed like he wanted to kill Wang Feng.

This strange behavior probably made Wang Feng guess what he could do.

Looking at the many thugs gushing out of the street, Wang Feng shook his head and took only a few minutes to solve the lives of these people.

Blood rolled on the ground, and Wang Feng suddenly looked to the other side.

I saw Tang San standing in the distance, half standing beside the street. Around him, there were corpses, and it was about dozens of them to count carefully.

Tang San was not hurt at all, but his eyes were red at this moment, his body was full of murderous intent, and he was breathing heavily in his nose.

He walked out with a stumble.

"There are too many people who kill, and the murderous intent has penetrated into the spirit."

Wang Feng frowned slightly.

Not only him, it seems that Tang San and Hu Liena will be surrounded and killed.

And every game, many people will siege and kill.

I know they are so strong, but the number of people has not decreased. The consequence is that the more they kill, the more they will be, the more they will be!

Once one day you can't hold on, you're likely to be controlled by the murderous intent and become a vague killing machine!

‘It should be intentional control.’

Wang Feng's heart was slightly stern.

No one wants to die, let alone rush towards them like this, who is brave enough to die!

Shortly after Tang San left, Wang Feng also saw Hu Liena, who was surrounded and killed by dozens of people, and there were about fifty or sixty.

Over the past year, Hu Liena's level has reached level 60.

His strength has indeed become stronger. However, Hu Liena is not much better than Tang San.

Wang Feng stayed at the entrance of the Hell Killing Field for a while, and then he saw Hu Liena killing all those people. Her method of killing was extremely simple. She used the charm and short blade to directly kill the enemy.

After the killing, Hu Liena squatted directly on the ground, holding one hand in a pool of blood, gasping for breath, her eyes extremely red.

My whole body was still trembling slightly.

The murderous aura that was condensed like a stream of black fog swayed around her.

"At least thousands of people have been killed!"

Wang Feng frowned secretly.

Because Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Emperor, obtained a skull and strengthened his mental power, he was able to hold on forever.

The same is true for Hu Lienayi. The skull of the stars and the mutated martial soul make Hu Liena very strong mental power, and she should be able to talk to the consciousness of the stars in the skull to slow down these murderous intents. But even so, every subsequent game will be a test.

"It should be the King of Killing that did it on purpose."

Wang Feng thought to himself.

Obviously, the King of Killing wanted the three of them to be controlled by the murderous intent and ended up with less than a hundred games.

Even the two killing gods behind Tang San and Hu Liena cannot find any excuses, because they come to the capital of killing to kill. If they cannot bear the murderous intent, they can only blame their weak will and spirit.

The King of Killing did not kill directly, but wanted this way to make them die here.

Of course, Wang Feng had no effect. But if this continues, even if Tang San and Hu Liena have strong mental power and have skulls, they may not be able to hold on.

People have their limits.

"Let's see it then."

Wang Feng frowned slightly, "Miss San is also practicing Xuantian Gong, which is considered a righteous martial art at least. His internal strength is also very different from the soul master's soul power."

Thinking of this, Wang Feng couldn't help but feel moved.

His soul power is tempered and compressed by meteor tears. His soul power is of extremely high quality, but Wang Feng doesn't know what other functions there are.

Soul power generally has a lot to do with the soul master's martial soul and personal.

The soul master of twin martial souls generally has two different soul power attributes in his body, so he cannot be used at the same time. The two soul power attributes will conflict with the body. If used at the same time, it is easy for the soul master to explode and die under the impact of the two soul power attributes.

This is probably why only one soul skill of martial soul can be used.

In this way, another year has passed.

It has been two years since Wang Feng came to the Capital of Killing.

The victory also came to ninety-nine games.

Over the past year, Wang Feng's soul power level has been increased by two levels, reaching level 57. There is still the last blood pattern left in the Dark Angel's martial soul.

Six have emerged.

But the last one, always, cannot be condensed.

According to the different abilities of each blood pattern, Wang Feng knew that if he casts the Dark Angel Martial Soul at this time, he might form a real domain all over his body!

This field is not the field brought by the ninth soul skill of the ordinary titled Douluo.

It is the realm that comes with martial souls.
Chapter completed!