Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Is this the road to hell you call it?" Madara slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of blood flashed through the three magatama, which were spinning rapidly. His super dynamic vision allowed him to easily see clearly what he was in front of. environment, so he asked in a calm tone.

"This is it! The exit of the Killing City was almost discovered by the traitor just now!" Kelder appeared in the form of a streak of blood from the Shura mark that lit up on Madara's forehead, patted his chest and sighed.

Madara raised his head and glanced around, carefully observing the surrounding environment. He found that this place was like the inside of a huge tower, but he was at the bottom of the tower. A spiral staircase stretched upwards with no end in sight. Madara took a few steps forward. Standing at the edge of the steps without guardrails, he lowered his head and looked down at a pool of boiling blood that was constantly bubbling like a vast ocean, emitting astonishing blazing heat, making the entire enclosed tower feel like a crater.

"Why is this place different from what you said before?" Madara looked up at the illusory Keld floating in mid-air and asked in confusion.

"This road to hell can be freely transformed according to each person's differences. Even I can't see through the power of God Shura!" Kelder was like a light red ghost that escaped gravity and flew back and forth around Madara. He said slowly: "This is to prevent those killing gods who go out from cheating on their own people!"

"So that's the reason!" Madara understood slightly in his heart, and at the same time he couldn't help but admire the builders here for making arrangements for fairness.

"So, you have to get through this level on your own! I can't help!" Kelder shrugged helplessly and said slowly.

"It's just like you helped me before!" Madara's words pierced Kelder's heart without mercy.

"What, don't I still play a supervisory role?" Kelder said confidently when he found that he seemed to have been embarrassed in front of Madara every time he came out. Maybe after too many times, his face was thicker than the city wall.

Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings, accompanied by roars and screams, as if something had been awakened. It sounded like there were a lot of them and even formed a black cloud rushing up from below.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.

This is a group of bats whose number is unknown!

Madara pulled out the scythe and fan from his back, looked sharply at the group of blood-red bats whose blood-red eyes revealed extremely greedy eyes, and was very alert and prepared for battle.

Was it because the breath of living people woke up these guys who had been adults for who knows how long?

While Madara was cautiously testing, the group of bats seemed to be afraid of Madara's tyrannical strength, wandering not far away in front of him, looking for opportunities.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Finally, these beasts couldn't help their bloodthirsty nature. They squeaked and rushed toward Madara like a tide with their fangs and mouths open.

"It's really troublesome! Where did the stinky bats come from?" Madara casually flicked his hands, and countless senbons flashed with silver light and shot towards the dark clouds composed of blood-red bats like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

The blood-red bat that was shot screamed and fell from the sky. For a moment, it seemed as if a dark cloud was raining heavily, and it crashed to the ground.

However, there are too many of them. The ninja tools in Madara's hands are simply a drop in the bucket for their huge and terrifying number. In desperation, Madara can only fight and retreat.

While keeping distance from the bat swarm, try to consume as many of them as possible while looking for the next way to escape.

This is Madara's more obvious shortcoming, that is, he has inherited the ninja's characteristics of high attack and low defense. Even if he can hit a titled Douluo hard, he will still be injured if he is hit by the sixth or seventh soul skill of a soul saint.

And Nouma, who died in Madara's hands before, can be said to be the nemesis of these things. No matter how many there are, it is still useless if they can't break the defense!

This may be the reason why Madara and Norma have their own strengths in fighting!

"No, there are too many of them! It's a pity that you can't use soul skills, otherwise you can just kill them all with one fire escape!" A trace of helplessness flashed in Madara's heart, and he was really helpless in this situation.

Then, Madara waved his Utopan fan vigorously, and the huge area covered Madara's entire body, as if he was cleaning up the garbage floating in the air. With a flick of the fan, countless bats fell down like dead leaves.

"There is a cave entrance here. No matter what it is, go in and take shelter!" Madara casually photographed a large number of bats, and hung on his body with his other hand. Several bats that refused to let go were pulled off, crushed and thrown away. Seeing the dark hole in front of me, I rushed straight to it without saying anything.

However, a magical scene happened. When Madara entered the cave, the blood-red bats that were chasing him like crazy stopped at the entrance of the cave. As if they were afraid of something, they did not dare to cross the thunder pond. They could only fight in vain. Howling outside, watching Madara inside.

"Roar!" A powerful roar that penetrated the clouds and cracked stone came from the cave. At the same time, seven pairs of eyes of different colors in the darkness stared at Madara with undisguised malice. As the ground shook slightly, a two-foot-tall man hung upside down. The huge thing in the cave fell down.

Madara turned his head and looked at the blood-red bats behind him who had already fled. The entrance to the cave that had been blocked by the bats was finally opened, and a trace of blood-red light came in: "Let me tell you, they are afraid of their ancestors! "

"Roar!" Seeing that Madara ignored it so much, the giant bat, which already had nearly human intelligence, couldn't help but became furious, and let out another deafening roar, even causing a heavy sound wave.

"Hmph!" Madara felt countless sound waves being transmitted, and even his eardrums were shocked and painful. Fortunately, he covered his ears in time, but even so, a muffled groan came out involuntarily.

Madara felt that the sound that penetrated his eardrums disappeared, and then he slowly took his hand away and looked at the blood on it. The calmness on his face gradually turned into a ferocious one: "Although I don't understand what on earth you are talking about?"

It was like a depth bomb exploded, and the terrifying murderous aura centered on Madara was released crazily like a deflated balloon. The extremely gloomy aura made people vaguely feel that there were a few wisps of evil wind around them, bringing terrifying terror. The ghosts and gods of hell are whispering!

Madara looked at the huge bat with seven heads, and fear and fear flashed in his eyes, and his grin looked extremely ferocious: "But you must mean that you want to die, right? Then I will satisfy you!" "

Before Madara could finish his words, the light of the scythe, as cold as water, was reflected in the eyes of one of the seven-headed bat kings, and then a ferocious bat head rose into the sky.

"You have seven heads, do you think I should chop them all off for you?" Madara felt that his head was still buzzing. Even if Kelde called him, he would no longer listen. For this squeaky The screaming seven-headed bat's disgust only deepened.

Ouch!Ouch!Ouch!

Then, the chilling howls of wild beasts echoed throughout the cave, making the blood-red bats that had been hiding far away want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.