Clown Douluo of Douluo continent

"Congratulations to Yama Yama for completing 96 wins!"

The referee screamed, and countless spectators shouted heartbreakingly, Xu Mo is too strong!Even if he met two Soul Douluo and two Soul Saints joining forces, he was not injured!

That's right, Xu Mo just sent away two Soul Douluo and two Soul Saint level experts!

Xu Mo breathed a sigh of relief and took back the soul guide sword in his hand. The Earth Conqueror on his body was already at full fire. If it weren't for these two artifacts, he might really be overturned.

Looking towards the high platform, there was an extremely terrifying aura there. There was no doubt that it was the King of Slaughter.

"King, Yama has 96 victories without hurting him. King Shura, who entered the killing city before him, only has 78 victories at this time, and the Hell Messenger who came in with him has only 53 victories..."

The girl in black gauze said worriedly.

The King of Slaughter, shrouded in darkness on one side, has a pair of red eyes that are a little frightening. Yama Mo has set a record in the City of Slaughter, reaching [-] wins in less than two years. Of course, Xu Mo has not reached [-] wins yet, but it is just It's just a matter of time.

"No, this guy will be a very scary guy in the future. They are still sent in by the same people. There is no need to do anything. There may be opportunities for cooperation in the future."

The King of Slaughter looked at Xu Mo on the stage and said calmly.

These three stars of the Hell Killing Fields were sent in by people who possessed the God of Death. If we take action against them, the Killing City may cease to exist.

On the stage, Xu Mo sneered in his heart. The shocking murderous intention just now appeared naked in his perception. Just wait, he will completely destroy this place in one year!

As soon as he stepped out of the hell killing field, countless fans shouted at Xu Mo that since he completed fifty games without injury, no one would dare to take action against him again.

This is also the popularity he has accumulated. People who admire the strong are by no means a minority in the killing city. These are the fans who come here because of Xu Mo's reputation of "not hurting Yama".

But Xu Mo didn't feel happy at all. Becoming an admirer of these scum would only make him feel sick.

"Go away!"

Xu Mo said coldly, murderous aura overflowing from his body. The faces of the people around him turned pale at the same time, but they became even crazier.

"my king!"

"This murderous aura is so wonderful! If you don't hurt Yama, you are my faith!"

"Ahhhh!"

……

Xu Mo only felt a little pain in his head. These guys had a sick heart in worshiping the strong. Perhaps this was also the result of the King of Slaughter's deliberate cultivation.

He didn't walk towards his house in the forest, but towards Tang San's house. After all, Tang San's house was relatively close, and he didn't want to lead such a group of lunatics along the way.

Stepping into Tang San's house, the fans behind him quickly became quiet. After all, Tang San really killed people, and the last group died so quickly.

Because Xu Mo wanted to absorb evil thoughts, he would not deliberately cause killing before leaving.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Tang San's voice.

"Being blocked again? If you ask me, just kill them all. You don't like this feeling, do you?"

Tang San looked at Xu Mo slightly strangely, and Xu Mo rolled his eyes at him, "Those people are still useful to me, so I didn't take action against them. They will all die here in a year. You have to work hard, you have won 78 games. After Yum, we have to go to hell together, the three of us.”

Tang San nodded slightly, he had deliberately slowed down, otherwise he should have won more than 80 games by now.

Xu Mo wanted to stimulate those people and absorb negative energy, so he hurriedly reached 96 wins. Of course, he would not appear in the hell killing field again for a long time.

"How about the fusion of soul guide and hidden weapon?"

Xu Mo asked Tang San.

Tang San shook his head, with unwillingness in his eyes, "The cores you gave me are very good, but I can't combine them into one. Whether it's the Zhuge Divine Crossbow or various excellent hidden weapons, once it carries the core of your soul guide They will all fall apart quickly."

They have been carrying out this plan in secret for a year. Over the past year, the cores made by Xu Mo will be sent to Tang San, but no matter how excellent the hidden weapon is, it cannot carry those cores.

"Don't worry, we still have time. At worst, we can try it again after we get out."

Xu Mo comforted Tang San, this was indeed very difficult. The blessing of his soul guide core on those cold weapons was definitely not as terrifying as modern hot weapons, but hot weapons had not yet been developed in this world.

If a Barrett appears in this world and adds his own soul guidance core, then the god of this world may be killed by Barrett if he doesn't pay attention.

Yes, the gods of this world are so fragile.

However, many soul skills that are more powerful than Barrett cannot kill a god, and Xu Mo doesn't quite understand the basic composition of this world.

"I don't know what's going on outside. Everyone knows about Wuhun Palace's ambitions. There must be constant competition overtly and covertly."

Tang San said disappointedly, he was worried about the safety of everyone in Shrek, especially Xiao Wu. He had left her without a word for three years, and he must have been worried to death.

"Don't worry, the sect master will take good care of them. Wuhun Palace will not take action in the short term, because they have not reached the last step yet. Once one of them completes that step, the war will come soon."

Xu Mo said lightly, two years ago, the position of God Zhuan guarded by Qian Daoliu in Wuhun Palace had not yet begun, but Bibi Dong had already reached the final step. It seems that the battle between Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu will be Bibi Dong's. Victory.

"Tang San, once the Wuhun Palace declares war, the entire continent will be swept into the war. Your Haotian Sect..."

Xu Mo looked at Tang San. The Clear Sky Hammer was powerful and not rare. Almost everyone in the entire Clear Sky Sect owned the Clear Sky Hammer. It was precisely because of this that the Clear Sky Hammer had the best martial spirit in the world. The name lasts a long time.

Tang San shook his head regretfully, "My father did not tell the whereabouts of the Haotian Sect before he died, and I don't know the location of the Haotian Sect. The Haotian Sect ceased to exist after my father's battle with the Spirit Hall. There seems to be a conflict between my father and the clan, and when the war breaks out, I’m not sure what the Haotian Sect will do.”

Xu Mo sighed. If the Haotian Sect could participate in the war by then, the backbone of his side would be much stronger. After all, the Haotian Sect had almost no low-level soul masters in adulthood.

Given the natural soul power and martial soul level, it would be difficult to think of a weak one, unless he had a malignant mutation like the master, transforming from a powerful blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex into a weak beast martial soul owner.

"I will focus on studying soul guides next. If there is a war, soul guides will play a very important role. Powerful soul guides are invincible weapons among low- and mid-level soul masters. They can be easily destroyed. The fighting spirit of those low-level soul masters."

Xu Mo said lightly, as a modern person, he is very aware of the shocking and incomparable feeling that those weapons of mass destruction bring to people. That feeling is much more shocking than personal force.

Tang San nodded. He naturally knew the importance of weapons. If his trump cards could be mass-produced, they would undoubtedly be able to change the pattern of the continent. However, compared to the future of Xu Mo's soul guide, it was still far behind. After all, After all, a hidden weapon is just a hidden weapon. Not only does it require long-term practice, but it is also very difficult to determine the victory of a battle in a war.