Nine trials of Douluo's preemptive sea god

The black veil girl nodded and said: "In the Slaughter City, there is a special law enforcement team. The terrifying knight Sir Scott you saw is just a member of the law enforcement team. The great Slaughter King controls everything here , the real powerhouses in the law enforcement team are composed of Contras who have been endowed with the ability to use soul skills by the Slaughter King. The captain is even a titled Douluo. Many people wanted to break out, but there was no result. No exceptions."

Hemingway knew in his heart that if the Title Douluo could not use soul skills and was still powerful, then the Title Douluo who could not use soul skills would almost certainly not be able to defeat the Soul Douluo who could use soul skills.And according to what the black yarn girl said, the captain of the Slaughter City Law Enforcement Team turned out to be a Titled Douluo who could use soul skills.No wonder she said that she can only enter but not exit here.

"Is there no way to get out?"

The black veil girl said indifferently: "That's not true. There is only one way to leave the Slaughter City. That is to win the championship of the Hell Slaughter Field and have the qualification to challenge the Hell Road before you can leave the Slaughter City." .Any such strong will be given the title of God of Death. The Capital of Slaughter has been built for thousands of years, and there have been eight Gods of Death in total.”

Eight digits in a millennium, what an unbalanced number.

"What about the failure of the challenge?" Hemingway asked.

The black-veiled girl smiled and said, "In the capital of killing, there is no failure. There is only success and death. This is true of everything."

Hemingway smiled slightly, "It seems that this place really deserves to be the capital of killing."

The black veil girl said: "In the capital of killing, there is no currency, and any food is provided for free. Of course, poisonous is not excluded. Here, the dead are the most valuable. Everyone will use the number of skulls they own as a symbol of strength .The blood and skulls of the opponents killed by oneself can be exchanged for other items.”

A cold light flashed in Hemingway's eyes. Sure enough, anyone here has a way to die!

"Okay, take me to the killing fields of hell." Hemingway said indifferently.

The black-veiled girl froze for a moment, "Are you sure? Entering there, less than one-tenth of the people who can come out alive. It is also the place where the population of our killing capital is the easiest to reduce. Everyone will be asked every year Enter the killing field of hell once. As long as you can pass one battle, you can live in the killing capital for another year."

Hemingway said lightly: "I'm sure, let's go now." Vaguely, Hemingway could see through the black veil on the girl's face and see the slightly frowning eyebrows on the pretty face inside.

"In that case, come with me." After speaking, the black-veiled girl walked into the city.

She kept a very even pace, always following Hemingway's side, only half a step ahead of Hemingway.

Hemingway was not in a hurry to do anything, but just quietly observed everything around him.As he was walking, a figure suddenly stood up on the side of the road. In the dark corner where he was before, even Hemingway, who hadn't opened up his knowledge all the time, didn't notice it.

"Yo, there's a new guy here. It looks like there's going to be a new Bloody Mary again. Quack." Looking at this person, Hemingway couldn't help frowning. The speaker couldn't tell his age, because his figure was too big special.There seems to be no four or two flesh all over the body.If it weren't for the layer of skin wrapped around it, it would be easy for people to mistake him for a skeleton.

Moreover, through simple observation, Hemingway could clearly feel that this person did not practice any special skills to cause this.Deficiency of qi and blood could lead to death at any time.

"Can someone like him pass the battle of Hell's Killing Fields every year?" Hemingway asked the black-veiled girl.

Only then did the skeleton-shaped person see the black-veiled girl on the other side of Hemingway, as if he had encountered something terrifying, he didn't dare to say anything more, and quickly disappeared into the darkness again.

"Of course not. Not everyone needs to be baptized in the Hell Killing Fields. After all, the death rate there is too high. In addition to going through a Hell Killing Field battle every year, there is another way to be able to kill The capital survives. That is to contribute two Bloody Marys every month."

Before coming here, Hemingway already knew what a Bloody Mary was.That is human blood.From this point of view, the person just now must have donated so much blood that he became like this. I am afraid he will not last long.

"There are too many Bloody Marys, so don't they let others slaughter them?" Hemingway frowned.

The black veil girl said: "No, what you are in now is the outer city of the killing capital, not the real killing capital. Only the inner city is the place where there are no rules. Those who contribute to Bloody Mary can only live outside activities in the inner city, while random killings are not allowed in the outer city. Only those warriors who survived the killing fields of hell are eligible to live in the inner city. Facing the test of death."

"So, the Killing City is a completely different world. Then, what is the source of food for the Killing City? In this kind of place, I'm afraid it can't be planted, and no one will grow it." Hemingway said at the same time. As he stood, his eyes kept falling on the girl in black veil.In this short period of time, he simply experimented.The skills attached to the found spirit bone will not be affected by this special field.

The black veil girl's face changed slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't know this. I can't answer you."

Hemingway said indifferently: "Then, does the Wuhundian know about the existence of this place? If so, why don't they, who always claim to be righteous, come to exterminate you?"

His question can be said to be unceremonious, but there is a lot of knowledge in it.Although the killing capital is an isolated underground world.But when I arrived, there were still so many people in the tavern outside, which meant that there were no people outside who were guiding here.

The black-veiled girl sneered, "So what if you know? Wuhundian won't take any action against us. Let's not talk about whether they can benefit in this world. Destroying the Killing City will not benefit them at all. No. 9527 Sir, don't forget that it is almost impossible for people who enter the city of killing to get out. And those who can come here are all depraved and sinful human beings. This place has nothing to do with the outside world. The city of killing is like It is a special prison, where the Hall of the Spirits is used to detain the most heinous criminals. Tell me, why did the Hall of the Spirits destroy this place? I am afraid that they wish more wicked people would come here."

Hemingway nodded knowingly.Sure enough, the existence of the Slaughter City is based on the connivance of the Spirit Hall.No matter how you say it, even if you can't use soul skills here, its strength can't be compared with the Spirit Hall that covers the entire continent.

Walking on the road, the number of people on both sides gradually increased. Almost everyone had unhealthy paleness on their faces, and most of them were skinny.Needless to say, these are the people who dare not enter the killing fields of hell, but live by contributing two Bloody Marys every month.

Hemingway still had a fresh memory of the Bloody Mary he drank. He clearly remembered that that glass contained at least half a catty of blood, and two cups a month equaled a catty of blood.

It may be nothing for one or two months, but if it continues like this in a place without sunlight, how can the body be able to bear it.

Hemingway thought to himself, perhaps, this killing city itself is secretly supported by the Wuhun Temple, otherwise, where does the food for such a city come from?Where do the various items come from?

In the outer city of the killing capital, there are some simple black stone houses on both sides of the street, and there will be some special places to eat every other way.Many people lined up there waiting for the food to be distributed.

In terms of feeling, it is just better than beggars.As for the so-called sin paradise, the so-called enjoyment simply cannot exist.In this regard, the explanation given by the black yarn girl is also very simple.Wicked people are also divided into grades, and only truly powerful wicked people can enjoy themselves in this fallen paradise.

As for useless waste, there is no right to enjoy them.

The city was bigger than Hemingway imagined. After walking for more than half an hour, when Hemingway got acquainted with the outer city, the black-veiled girl led him to a city wall.Compared with the outer wall of the Slaughter City, this city wall is not high, and the highest point is only about ten meters.Obviously, behind this city wall is the inner city of the killing capital.

The city gate was wide open, and there were no guards. The girl in black gauze introduced to Hemingway indifferently: "There is no need for guards in the inner city, and people from the outer city can go inside at any time as long as they have the courage. Of course, once inside, They also have to bear the unknowns of the inner world. You have just arrived in the capital of killing, I suggest that you better live in the outer city for a while. After getting used to everything here, it is better to enter the inner city. Later After entering the inner city, please don't leave me five meters away, otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety."

"Is it safe to be with you?" Hemingway said a little funny.

The girl in black gauze glanced at him, and her pair of not-so-beautiful eyes flashed a proud light, "I am the envoy of the King of Slaughter, and in the capital of Slaughter, no one dares to offend the King of Slaughter." Your majesty. Within twelve hours after you enter this world, it is the protection period for newcomers, and having me by your side is the best protection for your life. After this time, then you can only live and die .”

There is also a protection period for newcomers. It seems that the killing capital really has its own system.

Without hesitation, Hemingway and the girl in black veil stepped into the inner city together.But as soon as he stepped into the inner city, Hemingway immediately felt a completely different atmosphere from the outer city.If the outer city is a dead, indifferent world.The inner city, then, is the luxurious, crazy world.

Lights of various colors can be seen everywhere.There are many more people in the inner city than in the outer city, which is completely different from the quietness of the outer city.In the inner city, it was extremely chaotic.There were excited laughs, cries of pain, and many creepy sounds everywhere.

Looking around, in a corner on the left, an extremely tall and strong man was pulling the hair of a plump woman in his hands, doing indescribable things.

Express your desires in public.

There was a group of people around, but they were all cheering for him.On the other side, three or four people were violently beating a young man, Tang San watched as one of the young man's arms was removed, and the person who removed his arm was still holding the severed arm and chewing heavily.

"This is not so much a paradise of sin, but rather a world of beasts." Hemingway said lightly.

The light in the eyes of the black veil girl next to him suddenly turned aside, and she said in a deep voice: "Are you provoking the authority of the King of Slaughter? If so, the great King of Slaughter will definitely kill you from here. Since you are here, Just follow the rules here."

Hemingway glanced at her noncommittally, "Take me to the killing fields of hell."

The girl in black gauze was obviously a little dissatisfied with him, and this time she didn't try to persuade him any more, but wanted to go to the inner city with great strides.The inner city can indeed be said to be a city of luxury, or corruption.Just as the girl in black veil said, with her by her side, although many unkind eyes fell on Hemingway, no one came forward to harass him.

Here, Hemingway frowned again and again, feeling that he couldn't bear to look directly.In his eyes, he saw too many things that he had never seen before.Men and women can do sex on the street at any time, and some are even killed in the process of doing it.

Hemingway clearly saw that when a man was at the peak of his powers, his throat was slit by the sharp blade spit out from the mouth of the woman below him.

The beautiful woman's body was in convulsions, and she was still frantically sucking the bright red liquid gushing out of the man's throat.Although there was no food in his stomach, Hemingway still felt a little queasy.The disgust towards this world is increasing exponentially.

He suddenly discovered that in this capital of killings, he didn't need to deliberately control it at all, and the killing intent would keep rushing up.It seems that only by killing can the hostility accumulated in one's heart be released.

While walking, suddenly, there was some commotion ahead.There were at least dozens of people gathered there, and screams continued to be heard from among them.A gust of fresh blood burst out from inside, and the onlookers stepped out of the way, and a figure slowly walked out from inside.

Seeing this person, Hemingway stopped involuntarily, with an unconcealable surprise in his eyes.He never imagined that in this crime city and killing city, he would see someone he knew.

Walking out of the crowd was a girl.Dressed in black, her long hair was neatly combed behind her back and tied with a rope.In his hand, he held a short sword that was more than a foot long and shone with cold light.A pair of beautiful eyes full of enchanting charm shone brightly.

Compared with those beautiful women I saw on the street before, she is like a green lotus and white couple who emerge from the mud and are not stained.The almost perfect figure and the cold temperament different from before are all eye-catching.On the mirror-smooth dagger in her hand, a drop of blood was slipping quietly.

The onlookers looked at her with fear in their eyes.Yes, this man Hemingway knew.

Not long ago, during the soul master competition, this woman fell down in front of him.