Starting from Douluo, sign in in disguise

"Have you seen through my tricks? Haven't you always wanted to surpass me?"

Chen Feng asked.

Hu Liena shook her head honestly. She had no choice but to do it. That was the fact. She couldn't see Chen Feng's tricks at all, let alone see through them.

"Then keep up your efforts, and by the way, don't have contact with the senior officials of the Killing City."

Chen Feng reminded.

Hu Liena didn't know what Chen Feng meant, but she nodded anyway. She knew that Chen Feng could kill her at any time, and there was no need to harm her. It was completely unnecessary.

But based on Hu Liena's understanding of Chen Feng during this period, Chen Feng doesn't like to do meaningless things.

When Chen Feng saw Hu Liena nodded, he turned around and left the Hell Killing Fields. Along the way, the Fallen's eyes looked at Chen Feng with fear.

Who wants to provoke a terrible god of death? Many people even think that Chen Feng can become the next god of death. There are too few people who can achieve such achievements as Chen Feng.

Therefore, everyone who provoked Chen Feng died without exception.

"Tang San, I'm done, you go and participate in the competition."

Chen Feng pushed open the door of his residence and said inside.

After a while, a boy walked out, his body full of murderous intent, completely different from Chen Feng. Chen Feng could suppress that murderous intent, but Tang San could not.

"You came back a little slow this time. Someone assassinated you?"

Tang San asked.

"No, I was delayed because of something. You can go."

Chen Feng said directly.

Tang San nodded and walked towards the door.

Chen Feng raised his head and looked at the city of killing, the real city of killing.

"Soon, the rule of the Killing City is about to change."

Chen Feng said to himself.

Killing capital, dark and wide room.

It was an extraordinarily huge chair with blue and purple crystals inlaid on the chair.These crystals outline a drum tower-like shape.Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"That guy won another one."

A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know."

A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could only vaguely see that the man was tall and thin.

"The great king. Shall we start contacting him? It's been a long time since there has been a real strong man in the capital of killing."

The dark female voice spoke again.

"Do you think he is truly strong?"

The tall man sitting on the chair asked.

"He is, I can't see through this person at all, he seems to be born for the Killing City. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his methods are terrifyingly strong. Even a titled Douluo is in the Killing City , it is impossible to kill him without soul skills. I can be sure that there are at least three soul bones in this person."

"Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the Road to Hell?"

The King of Killing said.

"It will be a matter of time before a hundred games are completed. But he may not be able to walk the road to hell."

"No need to touch him."

The Slaughter King said coldly.

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Killing City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Wuhun Palace a thousand years ago. But who knows which day they will tear up the agreement?"

"Martial Soul Hall has no time to take care of us now. A month ago, a guest came. Do you remember?"

The King of Killing said.

"guest?"

"Yes. It is one of the only two killing gods left in the world."

"Could it be that this person is related to the God of Death?"

The cold female voice trembled a little.

"You guessed it right, and this person is not the only one. There are two people who came here, and one is King Shura. In this world, if there is a real threat to the killing city, it is definitely not Wuhun Palace. Instead, it is Wuhun Palace. These two murderers."

"I can't offend them. You should know that people who pass through the Hell Road can still use soul skills within the scope of the Killing City. And this Shura King was sent in by the most terrifying of the two killing gods. Let everything take its course. Although I am not willing to have another killing god appear, but I am even less willing to bear the wrath of that killing god."

The King of Slaughter sighed.

"The great King of Slaughter is afraid that he will bring unpredictable results to the City of Slaughter. After all, every appearance of a God of Killing will be accompanied by a crisis for the City of Slaughter."

"Isn't there such an instruction left on the fable wall of our Slaughter City? The God of Death descends, and the disaster of hell. In the past few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the Slaughter City. If this time it is true Come again, I'm afraid..."

The cold female voice took a breath and said.

"I've thought about this question too. What you don't know is that not only these two have the background of God of Death, but also the Messenger of Hell who has won more than victories. She was sent by another existing God of Death. . If not, do you think I would allow her to exist forever?"

The King of Slaughter said with a cold snort.

"Great king, how about this? We arrange hell messengers to face King Shura, if they..."

Before he finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light were already spitting out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter. The surrounding air became obviously thicker, and the strong smell of blood spread everywhere. The cold female voice suddenly let out a sharp and miserable sound that was not human-like. Yelling, in the corner, a convex body trembled violently.

"Don't think that just because I love you, you can talk nonsense. After passing the Hell Road, the God of Death can return to the Killing City at any time. The rules of the Hell Killing Fields are that fallen ones with more than fifty wins will not compete in the same game. Encounter.”

"If any killing god knows about this situation, it will be a real disaster for the city of hell. In their killing god field, any soul master can resume the use of soul skills. Otherwise, do you think I Why compromise with them?"

The King of Slaughter said angrily.

"I just hope that, under normal circumstances, they will not be able to hold on to a hundred games, let alone pass the Hell Road. Otherwise, two killing gods will appear at the same time. I am afraid that the disaster of the Killing City will also come."

Bloody Eyes murmured to himself.

Waving his big hand, a thick dark red liquid flew out in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge pool of blood, filled with viscous fresh blood.

Opening his mouth to swallow the blood, two fangs were faintly exposed in the dim light.

The three people in the Killing City didn't know that someone had been coveting them. Everyone in the Killing City longed for the final victory, but they could never imagine how difficult it would be after the victory.

All of these are the methods of the King of Slaughter, and are called God's methods by the fallen in the City of Slaughter.