People are Douluo, breath becomes God

In the dim corridor, Tang San's gaze glanced behind him from time to time.

The young man in black walked with his hands behind his back, as if walking in his own backyard. Occasionally he looked left and right at the walls of the corridor, as if he wanted to find some traces on them that others would not notice.

Halfway through the corridor, the young man in black pointed his finger on the wall, releasing a glimmer of light as dark as silver in the deep sea, and the thick wall was instantly pierced.

However, Tang San, who was walking in front and was very alert, didn't notice the movements of the young man in black, and still walked forward alertly.

The young man in black put his hand into the hole in the wall and took it out.

When I took it out, I saw blood on one hand.

Looking at the dark red blood, a faint smile appeared on the face of the young man in black.

Holding it in his hand, the dark red blood turned into a blood bead.

Not long after the two walked, they saw a faint ray of light. Tang San was very cautious and still walked leisurely.

The young man in black followed unhurriedly.

The blood beads in the palm of his right hand kept changing into various shapes. It seemed that... he was quite expert at playing with these blood beads.

Tang San's eyes were filled with purple meaning, and he finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

A team of a hundred people lined up, and there was only one person wearing a bright black battle armor, sitting high on a war spirit horse covered in horse armor, holding a dark halberd in his hand.

"Who is coming?"

"..."

Tang San didn't answer, but called out the Clear Sky Hammer.

But when he wanted to release the soul power, he was surprised to find that the soul power could not be released, and he couldn't help but frown.

But the young man in black chuckled: "Haha, what a big battle."

After saying that, he pointed his finger and shouted softly: "Dismount!"

Pfft!

The war spirit horse suddenly fell to its knees, and the leader of the team who was sitting high on the horse also fell off the horse. He was so disgraced that his halberd fell out of his hand.

The leader got up with a dark face, pointed at the young man in black and Tang San, and shouted angrily: "Kill them!"

Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly.

Soul power cannot be used, but Xuantian Kung can be used.

His feet were as fast as ghosts, and the Clear Sky Hammer was swung out one after another.

As the banging sounds continued, the black-armored guards who rushed over were knocked out one by one, and fell to the ground with a thud. They were vomiting blood and were seriously injured.

Some of those who were hit with vital organs burped and received their lunch boxes on the spot.

With a smile on his face, the young man in black took a few steps back, stepped aside, and leaned against the wall, taking his time to watch Tang San charge with red eyes.

"Not bad, not bad, really good. This little guy is really a talent!"

Seeing Tang San kill the enemy bravely, covered in blood, the young man in black nodded with satisfaction.

There was a pool of dark red blood on the palm of his right hand, dripping and spinning around.He was about to flick it away, but suddenly took it back.

"There is only one of this thing, so let's observe it first before talking!"

The young man in black held his right hand, and the blood beads disappeared without a trace.

With a slight movement of his feet, he rushed into the crowd of 100 guards. The long sword in his hand was extremely sharp, harvesting fresh life quickly, no slower than Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the hundred-man escort was killed.

The team leader was shocked!

Just as he was about to beg for mercy, the young man in black smiled evilly.

The long sword was swung lightly, silver light flashed, blood splashed three feet, and a huge head flew up.

The young man in black walked to the headless body, looked back at the stunned Tang San, and asked calmly: "Brother, aren't you going in?"

Looking at the black-clothed young man's eyes, which were deep, evil, and murderous, Tang San felt a chill in his heart, took a deep breath, and followed him.

Along the way, Tang San saw too much killing, evil, and filth, and was a little surprised at first. But when he arrived in the inner city of the Killing City, he seemed to have completely adapted to it, and looked at it all with cold eyes.

The young man in black frowned.

That bastard Rakshasa God made my trial place so evil and dirty!

While the young man in black was furious, the woman in black and black skirt and veil who was leading the way warned in a cold voice:

"Hell's Killing Fields is here. If you two want to participate, just go in. If you don't want to participate, you can stay in the hall next to the Hell's Killing Fields. You can get shelter from the Killing City for a day!"

Tang San nodded, past the young men in black who looked around, and walked directly into the Hell Killing Fields.

Naturally, I didn’t seek asylum.

He wanted to immediately participate in the life-and-death struggle in the Hell Killing Fields.

I just heard the introduction from the Handmaid of the Slaughter King. Everyone who enters the Slaughter City must win a hundred battles in the Hell Killing Fields and then pass through the Road to Hell before leaving here alive.

One year!

Breathing the dirty air, Tang San set a goal for himself.

He wants to win a hundred games in the Hell Killing Fields within a year, leave this dirty and depraved place, and return to the real world.

The young man in black did not follow, but wandered around the inner city, seemingly looking for something.

Um?What about divine thoughts?

That Rakshasa god hides his spiritual thoughts so deeply that it’s really hard for me to find him!

With a weak spiritual will, the young man in black killed the sneak attacker and glanced in the direction of the Hell Killing Fields.

It won't be there, right?

With that said, he walked towards the Hell Killing Fields.

……

Outside the Nine Treasure Glazed City.

Icon space.

After hard exploration and persistence, Ning Rongrong finally passed the seventh test of the nine tests of the God of Light.

Walking out of the tenth floor palace, she summoned her martial spirit, and was pleasantly surprised to find that her martial spirit had evolved and turned into a tenth floor palace, almost the same as the palace in front of her.

What surprised her even more was that she finally received the revelation she had dreamed of, a revelation from a god——

"In the eighth test of the Nine Divine King Exams, my soul power broke through level [-]. I gathered all six soul bones from my body and fused them with the Ten Treasures Glazed Palace."

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but couldn't believe it when he heard the god's revelation.

This assessment is not difficult.

However, isn’t it the Nine Exams of the God of Light?How did it become the Nine Examinations of the God King?

She didn't understand this.

Could it be said that this god only changes his name during the assessment?

Outside the icon space, Wang Jiuxian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the towering icon, and murmured to himself:

"What the hell is this? If it grows any taller, it will probably blow a hole in my life."

Suddenly, Wang Jiuxian saw the space of the icon fluctuate. He knew that Ning Rongrong should have passed the seventh-level assessment, and he couldn't help but have a faint smile on his face.

Ning Rongrong walked out of the icon space and saw Wang Jiuxian not far away.

The pagoda in his right hand shone brightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared and appeared next to Wang Jiuxian.

"Passed?" Wang Jiuxian asked.

"Yes. However, I made a lot of money this time!" Ning Rongrong replied with a smile.

"Make a lot of money? Where can I make a lot of money?" Wang Jiuxian looked at Ning Rongrong with a fierce look in his eyes.

"What are you thinking! It's my martial spirit. My martial spirit has evolved and turned into the tenth level. It should be called the Ten Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda now!" Ning Rongrong rolled his eyes and despised Wang Jiuxian's dirty thoughts.

"Oh, that's it!" Wang Jiuxian laughed.

Suddenly, Wang Jiuxian's eyes were cold and he stared at the distant sky, as if something was coming over there.