Douluo Zhibo Madara

The last battle that Madara experienced in the hell killing place can be said to be unremarkable. With his overwhelming power, he quickly killed all the cannon fodder who were forced to take the stage.

But even so, the villains who were already packed to witness the birth of the God of Death were still shouting excitedly, and the perverted excitement on their faces was disgusting.

"Very good! You passed the test of the Hell Killing Fields!" A low and magnetic voice echoed over the entire killing field, causing Madara to involuntarily raise his head and look at the burly figure who had appeared at some point.

"The King of Slaughter? It's true that seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times!" Madara felt the bloody aura rising from the sky and sweeping everywhere, as if making the entire killing field become gloomy.

"Look, Lord King of Killing! I'm telling you, she will definitely come when the God of Killing appears!" Some villains looked at that peerless figure feverishly, bragging to other villains nearby from time to time.

"Damn it! I will never admit my mistake. This is definitely the old bat pretending to be! The aura on his body has really taken refuge in the Rakshasa God!" In Madara's mind, Kelder was shouting crazily, looking like he wanted to rush out and kill him in front of him. The King of Slaughter torn apart the momentum.

"Boy, don't be fooled by him! This bitch is very good!" Kelder suddenly seemed to remember something, and immediately warned Madara worriedly in his mind.

Madara sneered at this. When he used the whole world as a chessboard to play with the common people, this king of killing didn't know where he was squatting. What's more, after the lesson of the last black Zetsu, Madara is not ordinary for this kind of old cunt. Be alert!

The figure of the King of Slaughter slowly floated down from the sky like a feather. Pressing his hands slightly, the hell killing field that was boiling because of his appearance fell silent at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he looked at the young man in front of him and shouted loudly. declared: "I declare that the young man in front of me, Madara, has been awarded the title of God of Killing in our Hell Killing Fields!"

"Wait! Did you forget? Didn't you hear that there is another test before you can become a true God of Killing?" Madara unexpectedly interrupted the King of Killing's words, causing everyone in the room to be in an uproar.

Someone actually dares not to give face to the King of Slaughter in the City of Slaughter. It is so bold!

But when I think about the young man in front of me, a god of murder who is rare in a hundred years and can walk out of the city of killing alive, I feel that it is natural!

Madara had long heard Kelder say that winning 100 games in a row in the Hell Killing Fields was just a ticket to the God of Death. The real test was yet to come!

"Young man, you have proven yourself! If you can go out alive and become famous all over the world, do you have to leave your life here? You must know that the next test will be extremely dangerous!" The eyes of the King of Slaughter became gloomy. , the mask that I had always been happy with was also taken off, and I turned to intimidation and threats.

"Dear King of Slaughter! Don't you really know the purpose of my coming to the City of Slaughter? It's to challenge the impossible!" Madara called the King of Slaughter by the name of the application class, but I don't know if it was an illusion. Killing The King always saw a hint of sarcasm in Madara's smile, which made him feel even more irritable.

"Since you have decided, then let it be as you wish!" The King of Slaughter shook his head sadly, as if the dangerous spots below were gone and could only be buried with him.

"I have made up my mind!" Madara responded decisively, and even the King of Slaughter could easily feel that determination.

The eyes of the King of Slaughter became darker and darker. He snorted and stretched out his arms in the air. The next moment, his whole body was like a leaky vessel, and extremely strange scarlet water couldn't stop gushing out from the pores on his limbs. The mist filled the entire hell killing field in an instant.

"Okay! Hahahahahaha!" Under the influence of this strange mist, the originally clear eyes of the villains gradually turned a layer of faint scarlet, and their cheering expressions gradually turned into extremely ferocious.

Madara stood quietly in the middle of the killing field of hell, turning a blind eye to the tragic situation of the desperadoes who were wailing and screaming, killing each other and killing each other in the audience, with a chilling indifference in his eyes.

"This is the means to start the next test, and it is controlled by the old bat! It is said that the accumulation of blood produced by normal killings is enough!" Kelder's tone in his mind was unusually gloomy, obviously very dissatisfied with the killing king's actions. of resistance.

"Are you a member of God Shura? You can't see such killings. It's really laughable!" Madara frowned slightly and said sarcastically without hesitation.

Madara could also see that this Keld must have been a general who was good at fighting when he followed God Shura. His destiny was on the battlefield. Normally, he would not see such clandestine tactics as the Nine-Headed Bat King behind him.

Kelder rarely retorted and remained silent. Madara's mind fell into silence for a while.

"Gather it for me!" The King of Slaughter concentrated on manipulating the blood flowing from the dead to gather in his direction, eventually forming a pool of blood at their feet.

"There's something wrong with this King of Slaughter!" Madara's Sharingan rotated rapidly and he squinted his eyes. Kensai took advantage of this to observe the King of Slaughter carefully.

It's really surprising. Bibi Bidong obviously has a more tyrannical momentum, but the strength he displays makes people feel that he is inferior to one in ten.

According to Kelder, the true form of the King of Slaughter should be a nine-headed bat, but under the observation of Madara's Sharingan, which can see through the soul beast's transformation, he still looks like an ordinary human being.

"Aren't you going? What are you waiting for?" The King of Slaughter seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his endless soul power was drawn out and integrated into the ocean-like blood pool, making the blood in the ground glow with a kind of The strange brilliance then dimly converged and deformed to form a bat pattern.

"Then Lord King of Slaughter, we are destined to meet again!" Madara stepped onto the formation without any hesitation without any fear, and then a huge bloody light pillar rose into the sky, accompanied by a huge bat behind the King of Slaughter. The shadow looked up to the sky and howled.

"So that's it!" Madara's figure gradually became illusory, and a bloody world appeared around him like a phantom, which gradually became more and more solid. Just before Madara's figure was about to disappear, the Sharingan finally captured the slaying king's eyes. There was something strange, and Madara suddenly realized something.

The people who were still lingering in the entire Killing City raised their heads and looked at the open-air center of the Hell Killing Fields. Pillars of blood, one to several hundred meters thick, soared into the sky, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The numb pupils of these zombie-like people reflected a trace of blood-colored light as the light beam disappeared without a trace, and then continued to wander aimlessly, as if the scene just now was just a phantom.