Douluo: Take the little brother Tang San at the beginning!

If we say that among the enemies An Dong has faced, there is no one he wants to face the most, it is An Wenxuan.Not that he is a Titled Douluo level expert.It's about the grievances of the previous generation. There's no way to judge right or wrong, just from different perspectives.

When An Wenxuan's sickle crossed An Wenxuan's chest, An Dong knew that the opponent did not use all his strength.In other words, the other party intends to lose under his own sickle.

For some reason, he smiled sadly.

When the white light flashed again.An Dong returned to the tower.

It seems that An Dong is the last one to return here.The voice of death appears again.

"The first test of Death is over. Yaxin, Sang Mingxuan, Xiong Dayi, and Liu Qiang failed the test."

"Why?" Sang Mingxuan asked puzzledly.

Unexpectedly, the God of Death actually answered Sang Mingxuan's question: "Because you are not worthy, the first level is to let everyone kill the people who have been killed before. Some of them are worthy of death to you, and some of them are not worthy of you." It should be killed. There is no need for weak people in this world. If you kill, you will kill. So why not kill again?"

Yaxin took a step forward, and at this moment, everyone discovered that there was already a trace of tears in Yaxin's eyes.

"I shouldn't have killed him in the first place. It was my mistake. It's my fault. I'm sorry for him." She actually cried and squatted down.

Although everyone didn't know what happened to her in the environment, they could understand that she had killed people she shouldn't have killed.

The eyes of those who passed the test dimmed. How come, including An Dong, they had never killed innocent people?

Sang Mingxuan walked towards Yu Siyun step by step: "Have you ever killed someone?" Sang Mingxuan looked at Yu Siyun, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yu Siyun's eyes were a little dodgeful, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

"If we die or fail in the illusion, what will be the punishment?" Liu Qiang couldn't help but ask.

The voice of the god of death sounded again: "Just like the skeletal soldiers you met on the island outside. But there is a special being among you, so the losers should stay on the first floor."

Everyone looked at An Dong. After all, the Death Scythe in An Dong's hand was a genuine item from the Death God. It could be said to be an artifact. Although An Dong was currently only a level 70 Soul Saint, he had the power to rival an ordinary titled Douluo. Strength.

Suddenly, the sound from the machine in the tower continued, and a long staircase led to the underground. As everyone guessed, this tower was upside down.Leading to the second floor, I thought I was going to go down.

An Dong and others looked at each other with those who failed the first level test, such as Yaxin.The latter smiled slightly and encouraged them.

Following the stairs, what you see is an empty hall. The stairs at the back suddenly retract, and there are no people inside. The empty space is silent. There are eight doors in each of the eight directions. You will probably know soon. What was next, An Dong knew, he came to the illusion again.

Sure enough, the voice of the God of Death sounded again: "Accept the baptism of death."

As he spoke, the doors in eight directions opened, and countless skeletons rushed in.

This skeleton is as ruthless as it is endless.Flock to Andong.

An Dong stood calmly in the middle, as if he were releasing his soul ring and summoning his clone to help him fight.

But at this moment, An Dong was stunned. The seven soul rings he expected did not rise.Wuhun has been banned?

An Dong quickly used the Shadow Sword. Although he held a disproportionate Death Scythe in his hand, it was not smooth to use, but fortunately its attack range was extremely wide.I saw the skeletons falling in pieces under the sweep of the death scythe.But the skeletons seemed endless.

Soon, An Dong's clothes were soaked with sweat, and the battle lasted for an hour.An Dong was breathing heavily, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Suddenly, An Dong's feet stopped, which was caused by long-term movement and fatigue.

"It's not over yet." Looking at the bones that were constantly blending in, An Dong couldn't help cursing.

Finally, after the third hour of support, An Dong knelt down on one knee: "Are you going to die?"

An Dong couldn't help but think.

Looking at the bones that continued to pour in before his eyes, An Dong gritted his teeth and struck hard.A gray-white light pierced the entire hall.In an instant, the entire hall was filled with messy sword energy.

After a brief silence, Andong was submerged in endless bones.

You can even feel that the teeth of the skeleton are constantly gnawing at your own flesh, and the hard bone claws pierce into the chest and collide with the bones in the chest.

This feeling is scary and chilling.

After an unknown amount of time, this painful feeling stopped.

"Is it finally over?" An Dong couldn't help but ask.

"Am I dead?" He slowly opened his eyes.I found that I was still in that hall, with the same 8 doors, and the same inability to release the martial spirit.

There was a creaking sound, which was the sound of the amplifier. An Dong knew that the eight doors were about to open.

Sure enough, countless skeletons poured out from the eight gates.

Fortunately, Andong has returned to the moment of complete victory.

The battle will begin again.

Still endless bones, still endless skeletons, still unable to use soul power, but this time, An Dong was calmer than before.

"Is it necessary to rush into those eight doors? Even if not, it's better to go in and see what's inside." With a murmur, An Dong jumped up and slashed down with the death sickle vertically, forcibly opening a passage.An Dong rushed straight to the door.

The door was right in front of him, and An Dong suddenly rushed towards the door. With a "touch" sound, it was actually taken back.

Gritting his teeth, he put his hands on the ground and tried his best to stand up.But there is no way to avoid the fate of being devoured by bones.

"Isn't it this door?" An Dong thought in his heart.

When he woke up again, it was still a familiar place, and the battle continued.

This time, An Dong rushed to another door.

Still the same fate.

An Dong was unwilling to do anything, and kept repeating and attacking. Finally, after An Dong attacked all the doors, he collapsed.

He sat on the ground blankly, letting the bones engulf his body over and over again.

It’s not about how many deaths you’ve experienced.

The white light flashed again, this time An Dong had no attributes.

"Is this over?" Suddenly, a voice appeared.

"I'm tired." An Dong couldn't help but reply.

"Then, let's end it like this." The voice sounded, and suddenly, the whole land vibrated.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of An Dong, which was Lychee lying in the coffin.

"Wait a minute, Lychee, Lychee is still waiting for me to be resurrected. No, I don't want it to end."

Suddenly I woke up, it was still a familiar scene, and it was still a familiar skeleton.

"I'll fight with you, I don't want to end here." With a loud shout, An Dong unleashed an unprecedented momentum.

The momentum continued to rise, accompanied by endless hostility.

"Kill." At this time, An Dong had only one thought: kill, keep killing, endless killing.