The Two Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Ask Knowingly.

"Don't think that if I love you, you can talk nonsense. After passing the hell road, the killing god can return to the killing capital at any time. The rule of the killing field in hell is that the fallen who have more than 50 wins will not be in the same game. Encounter. If any of the killing gods knew about such a situation, it would be a catastrophic disaster for the capital of hell. In their killing god domain, any spirit master can restore the use of spirit skills. Otherwise, you would think that Why should I compromise with them?"

The blood-red eyes floated in the air, and the King of Slaughter muttered to himself: "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 catastrophe of the killing capital will also come."

He waved his big hand, and a thick dark red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge blood pool, which was full of viscous blood. He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood in his belly, and in the dim light, two fangs were vaguely exposed.

Time passed while waiting and practicing. Sitting cross-legged in the hut where he lived, Hemingway's whole body kept sending waves of icy chills. The huge murderous aura revolved around his body at all times and also affected him.

It has been nearly two years since I came here, and I am only one game away from the title of Hell's Killing Field Champion. However, Hemingway found that his mentality was inevitably affected.

In the past two years, more than a thousand degenerates died in his hands. Although those people were all evil and degenerate, Hemingway felt a surge of murderous aura every time he killed one person. And these murderous auras are constantly affecting him invisibly.

The reason why it took so much time to get closer to the final Yum was that apart from the issue of the number of contestants. The bigger problem comes from Hemingway himself.

The rising murderous aura was nothing at first, but when Hemingway killed more than 100 people here, he found that these murderous auras began to affect his own mind. At the beginning, there was only occasional bloodthirsty emotions, but as time went on, the murderous aura became more and more obvious. It was as if he wanted to kill any creature he saw. Killing someone at will is as simple as crushing an ant.

Therefore, in addition to participating in the competition, Hemingway's main direction of cultivation is not to improve his own strength, but to suppress the increasingly powerful murderous aura.

Fortunately, his White Tiger Martial Spirit itself is the main slaughter, which greatly increased his resistance to murderous aura, so he was not controlled by the idea of ​​​​killing. At the same time, Hemingway also used the killing in the game as a way of venting.

Not long ago, when Hemingway completed the ninety-nine Hell Killing Field matches, he faintly felt that the murderous aura in his body was about to undergo some qualitative change.

It's just that the more qualitative changes it is, the more it can feel that the murderous aura is out of control.

At the same time, he also understood why Hu Liena had already reached ninety-nine victories and had not played the hundredth game for a long time.

In this killing capital, it is no exaggeration to describe the two of them as murderous. It is precisely because of their rise in the past two years that there are fewer and fewer fallen who dare to participate in the game in the killing field of hell. More people choose to use their previous savings to survive, and those who run out of games also survive by donating blood.

After all, survival is definitely the choice of most people compared to dying immediately.

The banging sound of slamming the door suddenly sounded from outside,

Hemingway's suppressed murderous aura rose almost instantly, and the small hut suddenly froze, and under the pressure of murderous aura, a dignified aura permeated out. The smell of blood was invisibly released from Hemingway.

"Who?" Hemingway asked solemnly.

"It's me." A pleasant voice sounded from outside the door. Although Hemingway didn't listen to this voice many times, he still recognized that the owner of the voice was Hu Liena.

Frowning slightly, Hemingway thought to himself, why is she here? With a wave of his hand, a stream of air gushes out to unlock the door, "Please come in."

Not knowing the purpose of Hu Liena's coming here, Hemingway suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, but his vigilance has been raised to the strongest. The door opened, and Hu Liena, dressed in black, came in from outside. Her face looked extremely pale, and she was drinking slowly with a glass of Bloody Mary in her hand. This seems to have become the habit of the strong in the Slaughter City. Except for Hemingway, almost the fallen who have more than ten victories in the Slaughter City will often drink blood that comes from nowhere.

Glancing at the cup in Hu Liena's hand, Hemingway frowned slightly. "is there anything?"

Hu Liena did not approach Hemingway, but stood by the door. She knows very well that in this killing world, everyone's vigilance is extremely high. She didn't want Hemingway to be misunderstood by her unintentional actions.

"I hope to join forces with you." Hu Liena directly stated her purpose.

"Joining forces?" Hemingway looked at her with some doubts. "You don't know the rules of the killing field in hell, right? There can only be one winner in each game. If we meet, how can we join forces?"

Hu Liena smiled lightly, the blood-red light in her eyes faded a little, just as Hemingway had expected, Hu Liena had been struggling in pain these days, although she had the help of a head spirit bone, she did not go crazy. Plus she has the same grit personality. But it's still worse than Hemingway. Today, I finally managed to reduce the killing pressure a little bit, so I came to Hemingway.

"It's impossible for us to meet in the game. As long as there are more than fifty wins, according to the rules of the killing capital, we will not meet each other. Otherwise, who has the possibility of being among the hundred? I'll come to you, Not for this, but to join forces with you when you hit the road to hell."

"Hell Road?"

Although Hemingway had heard this statement when he first came to the Killing Capital, he was completely unfamiliar with the situation of Hell Road. At that time, he also asked the girl in black gauze, but the girl in black gauze did not give an answer, saying that the road to hell is the biggest secret of the killing city, and only the winners have the power to know.

Hu Liena nodded seriously, "Yes, it is the road to hell. Although you and I are about to win 100 victories in the killing field of hell. But in fact, our strength is not necessarily stronger than the opponent we once faced. It's just that we both You have the ability to win without soul skills. You can get to this point. To be more precise, you and I are not real fallen. You don't have to refute me. If I guess right, you should be like me. , is here to experience, right?"

Hemingway was secretly surprised that Hu Liena's words were very credible, at least he couldn't hear any flaws. Moreover, although Hu Liena was filled with murderous aura, the look in her eyes at this time was very sincere.

"What does this have to do with participating in the Hell Road?" Hemingway asked indifferently. A cold light flashed in Hu Liena's eyes, "Of course it has something to do with it. If you are not a fallen person, your experience should be almost over by now. Naturally, you have to go through the road of hell to leave here. Moreover, in the road of hell, there is a hidden sky. Big secret. Neither you nor me can get through alone. Only by working together can we have a chance to get out."

Hemingway smiled indifferently, "Then why should I believe you? Who knows if you will stab me in the back, don't forget, this is the capital of killing. You can't just trust anyone's words."

Biting her lower lip, although Hu Liena knew that Hemingway's suspicion was normal in this place, she still had an uncomfortable feeling in her heart. Deep down, she really fell in love with this handsome young man. But she came to Hemingway today, but it had nothing to do with feelings.

"Although I don't know your origin, but in order to show my sincerity, I can tell you my origin." Hu Liena stared at Hemingway and said, "My name is Hu Liena, I come from Wuhun Temple. My teacher is today's His Majesty the Pope of Spirit Hall."

Hemingway said flatly: "This can represent your sincerity? Where do you come from and what does it have to do with me."

"You..." Hu Liena didn't expect Hemingway to be so refusal and thousands of miles away.

"Combination will benefit both. There is no limit to the number of people entering the road to hell. Whether it's you or me, one person who enters will surely die. That's good, I'll tell you another secret. If you can get out of the road to hell, then not only can you Come back here at any time. There is also a great benefit to be gained."

"Oh?" Hemingway said, "Tell me about the Hell Road situation, maybe I'll consider cooperating with you."

If it was the previous Hu Liena, it would not be so easy to tell the secret in her heart, but a woman who falls in love with someone is often controlled by reason, not to mention that most of her energy is now focused on suppressing murderous aura.

At the moment, Hu Liena said seriously: "The entrance to Hell Road is at the Killing Field of Hell, where we fight every day. Every person who dies there, blood and soul will be swallowed up by Hell Road. What is inside Hell Road? I don't know the situation either. I just know that if you enter there, if you don't have a strong murderous aura to protect it, you will immediately be swallowed by the fierce aura on the road to hell."

"There are many theories about the formation of the Slaughter City, but the most reliable one is the special field left by a great powerhouse who broke through the limit of 100 levels. And the name of this field is called the Killing God Field. The road to hell is equivalent to being recognized by the domain of the god of death. The domain of the god of death will absorb his own murderous aura, form his own domain, and attribute it to the martial soul. It is also called the talent domain of the martial soul. With this increase, the It is equivalent to a soul master who has passed the test of hell road has one more skill than ordinary soul masters. And it is also the most valuable domain skill."

"Are domain skills valuable?" Hemingway asked indifferently. In fact, he knew more than Hu Liena in some aspects. For example, he knew that the killing god domain was related to the inheritance of Shura god. If you want to inherit the throne of Shura, you must have the domain of killing gods!

Hu Liena said anxiously: "I really don't know how your teacher taught you. Domain skills are of course important. Generally speaking, only when the spirit master reaches the titled Douluo realm, the ninth spirit ability can appear. .And the chance of appearing is only 1 in 10. Domain-type spirit skills, also known as top-quality spirit skills. In addition to being obtained at the title Douluo level, only the talent skills of martial arts may appear. It belongs to oneself In the area of ​​​​his own power will be amplified, and the strength of the opponent will be suppressed. If applied properly, the effect will be extremely terrifying."

Having said that, Hu Liena paused and continued in a condensed tone: "Moreover, the field of talent will continue to evolve as one's own strength increases. For example, the field of killing gods will increase with the increase of murderous aura."

Hemingwei knew everything in his heart for a long time, but his face still showed surprise at the right time, and said: "How did you know so clearly?"

Hu Liena took a deep breath, her eyes showed a hesitant light, and after a while, she said, "Because, I know a strong man who has the field of killing gods. These are what she told me, otherwise, why would I come to this disgusting person? place."

Hemingway glanced at the bloody Mary cup in her hand. "Disgusting? I think you're fine with it."

Hu Liena frowned slightly, and the blood-red light in her eyes increased a bit, "This is not adaptation. Just drinking it will make my mood calmer and less restless."

"For the sake of telling me about the Slaughter God Domain, let me remind you that in this Slaughter Capital itself, it is poisonous. The more you drink this thing, the deeper the poisoning will be. That is a kind of concealment. Chronic poison in the blood. I don't know what the effect will be after creating the hell road and leaving here. But I am sure that this chronic poison should be affected by the hell road. Only eight people can leave here in more than a thousand years It's not just the horror of Hell Road itself. I'm afraid this kind of poison has played a big role." Hemingway glanced at the wine glass in her hand and said after a glance.

Slap——, the cup fell to the ground, and the bright red liquid was scattered, Hu Liena's face suddenly became ugly.

"Poisonous?" She looked at Hemingway in disbelief.

Hemingway said lightly: "I have studied it carefully. The poison did not appear in the blood at first, but in the air. Affected by the toxins in the air and stimulated by his own murderous aura, blood was needed to calm the restlessness. Over time, I am afraid it will become addictive. The poison in the blood will be exciting and even make people stronger. But once the poison is stimulated, I am afraid no one can resist. You are not poisoned deeply. Stop drinking blood, And salvation. If you go on, I'm afraid you're not my partner on the road to hell, but a troublemaker."

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