I think Douluo Dalu likes anti-routines

"You have encountered the gaze of an unknown demon, what are you going to do?

Option [-]: Return to the team. (Final reward: Demonic Person.)

Option two: Stay in the Star Forest. (Final reward: Divine Skill: Beast Soul.)

Option three: Go to the Killing City. (Final reward: Divine Skill: Kiss of Fire.)

Option four: Go to Poseidon Island. (Final reward: Divine Skill: Poseidon Light.)

Option five: Head to Fasno Province. (Final reward: Divine Skill: Moment.)"

As soon as I left the central area and was carefully preparing to return the way I came, the system popped up.

As soon as Li Ping'an slapped his head, he knew that using the rules would have backlash. These five options were evaluated according to the strength of the queen.

Isn’t this the end of the competition?

It seems that there are only these five ways to solve the problem of the devil's gaze, and the final reward of each one is linked to the god.

To die to die.

I got a little carried away when I opened the big account, and actually provoked the devil.

So how can a low-level trumpet complete the task of a full-level trumpet?Waiting online, quite urgent.

Fortunately, there were no other soul beasts to show off their treasures now. Li Ping'an quietly walked forward along a messy trail formed by who didn't know who was fighting here.

There are some flexible golden hairs scattered on both sides of the mark, which looks like some kind of tiger soul beast.

Where should I go?

Li Ping'an smiled bitterly and picked up a piece of hair, twisting it twice in his palm. This has nothing to do with stability.

But there's nothing you can do about it. Who has been using a small account for a year and suddenly switches to a large account without showing off?

Hey, pretending to be realistic makes people happy. After smacking his mouth, Li Ping'an felt a little disappointed and quietly surged his soul power.

Weak!

The hair was still on the ground bitterly, and I made a decision in my heart to go to the killing city!

It was a place where you could barely survive at level [-], and the other options were either mobs stronger than you, or completely unfamiliar to you.

Kiss of Flame... Li Ping'an had doubts in his eyes, what does that place have to do with Lie Yan?

Or is it just a superficial meaning?

Goodbye girls, goodbye brother-in-law, I will come back to you after I solve the problem of the devil!

Hey, I really don’t want to kill anymore.Li Pingan shook his head helplessly, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, and a look of indifference to life emerged.

……

Killing capital.

It is rumored that it is a training place left by a soul master who has broken through the hundredth level. It is a city that has existed for thousands of years and was built for killing.

The entire city is restricted by underlying rules. Soul skills cannot be used, and the battle can only rely on one's own strength.

You can only enter this city, but you cannot leave it. The only way to leave is to obtain the God of Death Domain.

After Feng Dian slept in the open for more than half a month, the eerie town finally appeared in Li Ping'an's sight.

The town is not big, and unlike other places, all the buildings are black, and there is no vague smell common to most small towns. Breathing the cold air makes people feel cold from the inside out.

Li Ping'an slightly disguised himself and increased his height so that he did not look like a seven-year-old child.

After all, the appearance of a child in a place like this often causes trouble that would not otherwise arise.

The town's four main roads converge in the center, and a tavern is built brazenly in the center.

Li Ping'an ignored the quietly observing glances from around him and walked straight towards the tavern.

The owner of those sights quickly lost interest in Li Ping'an - another poor guy who was hunted to the point of being helpless.

It was noon, and the sunshine outside was strong, but the doors and windows inside the tavern were closed, and there were a few dim lights on, making it look strangely dark.

The bar was quite deserted. There were only two or three people with indifferent expressions sitting alone and vigilantly. When they saw Li Pingan walking in, they just looked at it twice and stopped paying attention.

In front of the bar, there was a paralyzed waiter who looked at Li Ping'an who walked in expressionlessly, without greeting or chasing him away. Several simple black chairs were placed in front of him.

Well, we have done a good job in preventing the epidemic. We also know that we should space out our seats. It would be better if we wear masks. I wonder if you have been vaccinated.

He found a chair and sat down at random. Li Ping'an looked at the paralyzed waiter: "What good wine do you have?"

Facial Paralysis glanced at him with consideration in his eyes.

"Bloody Mary, either?"

The hoarse and deep voice sounded, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Why do these people always follow the formality, decorate in black, and have such a voice, for fear that others will not know that this is a black shop.

Upon hearing the words Bloody Mary, several people in the tavern straightened up and looked over with interest.

"Have a drink."

Li Ping'an nodded slightly, glanced at several people with the same indifferent eyes, and said to the paralyzed waiter opposite.

The facially paralyzed guy didn't say much, and it seemed like he would lose the coolness of this place with just one more sentence.

He reached out and took out a goblet from the cabinet at the back. The dark red turbid liquid was poured into the cup with a pungent fishy smell and moved to Li Ping'an.

Human blood is not something that tastes good to drink. Li Pingan is actually quite resistant to this stuff. Who in the right mind drinks blood?

Only vampires can be ecstatic.

"Uh..." Li Ping'an touched his nose, "Can I add sugar?"

The paralyzed man showed a trace of disdain, snorted from his nose, and ignored Li Ping'an.

"Hahahaha, you need to add sugar to the Bloody Mary?" A strong man watching the scene laughed loudly, spitting out his saliva three meters away.

"Go back and drink your mother's milk!"

"Squeeze some for me, I want to drink too!"

The people around him burst into laughter, finding a point of ridicule in the depressing atmosphere. They all insulted Li Ping'an without reservation using various obscene words that would be blocked. The dark atmosphere was diluted a lot for a while. .

Lifting the Bloody Mary and shaking it slightly, Li Pingan came to the strong man who was spitting and placed the wine glass in front of him.

"What?" The strong man snorted, took out a sharp triangular thorn from his waist, and slammed it on the table, "Boy, do you want to die?"

"You're such a stupid young man. Do you think this is outside? Anyone will spoil you?" Another man who was also making noises also stood up, his knotted muscles bulging out of his clothes. Together with the strong man, Li Ping'an was faintly Surrounded.

Seeing the two people's rounded posture, the others suppressed their restless hearts reluctantly and muttered that it was a pity to continue looking at this place.

"It's good that someone is looking for trouble." Li Ping'an said, glancing at these two reckless men with strong limbs.

"You will contribute to our Bloody Mary later!" The muscular man showed a ferocious smile, held his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and patted Li Ping'an on the shoulder.

"Thin skin and tender meat, it will definitely taste delicious!"

"I'll have a drink later too!"

"Fresh! Order a drink!"

The people around him all showed bloodthirsty eyes, looking at Li Pingan like a delicious meal.

The paralyzed waiter looked at everything in front of him with a normal expression. For him, this was normal.

That kid will definitely be torn... to pieces... very soon...

Facial paralysis suddenly showed an expression of extreme surprise. It was indeed torn, but it was not that kid.

The two strong men were showing off their strength one second, and the next second their heads had separated from their necks, with bloodthirsty smiles on their faces. They didn't seem to notice that their heads had moved.

There was sudden silence all around. Everyone closed their mouths tightly and looked at Li Ping'an who was holding the sword gracefully as if he was a ghost. The sword was as clean as new without a trace of blood.

The next moment, everyone shrank down, not daring to look at Li Ping'an, and secretly left their seats to leave the place.

With a flash of sword light, several people immediately stopped in place. Blood spurted out from their necks and sprinkled on the wall, adding to the black color.

The waiter swallowed and looked at Li Ping'an nervously. He raised his defensive hands in front of his eyes, fearing that he would follow in his footsteps.

So many seniors have been killed, he can't help but not be afraid.

After pouring the Bloody Mary in front of the waiter, Li Ping'an threw the sword he picked up on the ground: "Take me to the city of killing." Oh, Bloody Mary is not the ticket, killing is.

"Follow... follow me." Looking at Li Ping'an with frightened eyes, the paralyzed brother bowed and said.