Chapter 528. 529. The First Battle of the Slaughter City

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Looking back at Hu Liena's slender and graceful back, Yang Ming followed the black-veiled girl leisurely behind his back with his hands behind his back.

About the time of a cup of tea, a majestic building appeared in front of it. The overall appearance was an irregular conical building. The area at the bottom was large, and the area narrowed as it went up, reaching a height of about 30 meters from the ground. Only then did it maintain the same diameter and extend upwards until it reached a height of fifty meters.

From a distance, it looks like a twisted pyramid.

Ancient and deep.

Looking at the past, this hell killing field occupies a very large area, comparable to Suotuo's Great Spirit Arena, but not as good as the Heaven Dou City's Great Spirit Arena.

The overall architectural style of the Killing Fields of Hell is in dark tones. The deep darkness seems to be able to absorb all the light of the world into it. He smelled a looming bloody smell, which naturally blended into the surrounding air.

Yang Ming found that the people who came here were already accustomed to this faint smell of blood, even the girl in black veil who was leading the team was no exception.

The hell killing field is located in the center of the entire killing capital.

The vertical and horizontal roads lead to all parts of the killing city. There are more and more pedestrians on the road, and the aura carried by each person is also more ferocious, like ferocious beasts ready to go out, trying to choose people and devour them.

Noticing Yang Ming's scrutinizing gaze, many people stared back at Yang Ming. Looking at their cruel expressions, if Yang Ming hadn't been accompanied by the guide, maybe with their irritable character, Yang Ming would never be allowed to do this. Like unscrupulous look.

Even so, these unscrupulous murderers "greeted" to Yang Ming in their own way, either wiping their throats, baring their teeth, or sneering.

I have to say that the folk customs here are really "simple"!

Seeing Yang Ming walking all the way, with an indifferent expression on his face, the corners of the black gauze girl's mouth twitched slightly.

She had never seen such audacity!

Didn't he know that in the ghostly place of the killing capital, newcomers need to keep a low profile?

You are so high-profile, do you think you have a long life?

Taking a deep breath, the black gauze girl suppressed the urge to complain, and kindly reminded:

"Please pay attention, your unscrupulous behavior has already left an impression in the minds of many old people. If you enter the hell killing field to compete in the future, it will be easy for them to jointly target you."

"It doesn't matter."

Yang Ming's face was as calm as ever, and he didn't seem to pay attention to these murderers who seemed to outsiders to have killed countless people.

It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married.

Seeing Yang Ming committing suicide like this, the girl in black gauze glared at Yang Ming angrily, and did not continue to remind her kindly. Even in her eyes, the handsome young man in front of her might not be able to do it after entering the killing field of hell. Coming out completely is still a problem.

The black veil girl's complexion turned cold, and she returned to her usual icy look, mechanically and dutifully said:

"After you go in later, sign up with your own ID card, and then wait for the game to start. During the waiting period, hands are not allowed. Each group enters the killing field with ten people. No matter what method you use, as long as you can As long as you come out alive, there is only one person in each group who can come out alive."

"If you can participate in a hundred games, you will be able to win the championship, but so far, the number one in Hell Slaughtering Fields has only participated in sixty-seven games. Every time you participate in a game, your identity card will With one more victory, you can live here for one more year, and you can enjoy yourself in the inner city at will, of course, you must ensure that you can still live after enjoying yourself."

"Good luck, then."

Throwing down these words coldly, the girl in black gauze took a few steps back expressionlessly.

Yang Ming smiled lightly, waved to the black-veiled girl, and calmly stepped into the killing field of hell without taking any clouds away.

As soon as he walked into the killing field of hell, the sense of sight of the inner city and the outer city flooded into Yang Ming's eyes again.

Between heaven and earth, there are endless negative emotions drifting, most of them are drawn into the ground, leading to the unknown depths, but the remaining half is not wasted, pouring into the contestants and spectators, overwhelming them. The ugliest side of my heart is fully revealed.

With a flash in front of his eyes, Yang Ming's eyes became clear again.

Breaking free from the killing emotion, Yang Ming looked around and found that the inside of the hell killing field was even simpler than the outside, without any isolation.

There are circles of stands extending upwards on the periphery. Below this is a huge empty field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters. There are not many people watching the game at this time. The huge field is only less than 20%. If the field is full, it is estimated that it can It can accommodate thousands of people at the same time.

In the venue, scenes of human tragedies are being staged.

Ten murderers from all corners of the Douluo Continent. Before they entered the Slaughter Capital, they might have been tailors, accountants, carpenters, blacksmiths, and housekeepers outside, but at this moment, in this seemingly wide but narrow Slaughter Prison In the cage, there is no difference between them, just to be able to see tomorrow's... oh, forgot, there is no sun to be seen here, only the purple moon embedded above their heads.

There is really a sense of irony inexplicably.

Without any nonsense, and without any superfluous movements, the ten murderers each held bloody weapons and charged forward with an indomitable momentum.

The glint of the sword and the shadow of the sword are full of blood.

After a long time of competition, the last lucky one was finally selected among the ten people, a middle-aged man whose right arm was cut off and his waist was bitten, but he finally survived, with a tired smile on his face.

At this moment, an aura far stronger than anyone else emerged from this victor, and was drawn into the ground invisibly.

A gleam flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, and he calmly poured the extorted Bloody Mary into a huge container, and went to sign up.

"Number plate." The staff member asked without looking up.

"Six six six six."

Maybe it's because such a magical number is rare, or maybe it's because Yang Ming's voice is a little immature. The staff looked at Yang Ming in surprise, but they didn't say much. It might turn into a corpse soon.

Yang Ming smiled, without any affectation.

Holding the number plate, Yang Ming walked off the playing field. There were still unwashed blood stains on the ground, which was disgusting.

Yang Ming's nine opponents also ended one by one.

When they saw Yang Ming's youthful face, they were stunned for a while, and then ecstatic.