Douluo's assassin becomes a god

Chapter 83 The road to hell opens (two-in-one)

The difference is those two seconds.

Han Xiao took a deep breath, all the strength in his body had been sucked away by this mysterious pebble.

At this time, if the Slaughter King wanted to kill himself, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

However, at this moment, the Slaughter King, who was still laughing wildly, suddenly stopped.

"Is there any backup?"

The Slaughter King in front of him seemed to be stimulated by something, and his body began to twitch crazily.

After a few breaths, it stopped abruptly.

The Slaughter King stood quietly in place, like a sculpture.

Immediately, he slowly raised his head and closed his eyes.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the Slaughter King still maintained this posture.

"What is he doing?"

Han Xiao, who was closest to the Slaughter King, was a little confused.

This series of actions is like a neurosis.

Could it be that the terrifying demigod attack can also damage the brain?

"Congratulations, you have completed Yum."

The Slaughter King hid his body in the shadows and spoke.

His voice no longer had the madness and hostility it had before.

"After three days, come here and open the road to hell for you."

After saying this, the King of Slaughter disappeared into the killing field of hell.

This time when Han Xiao returned to his residence, he was personally escorted by the Slaughter King's personal guards, so he didn't have to worry about the lunatic who wanted to sneak up on him.

After returning to the residence, Han Xiao lay on the bed and meditated.

He could clearly feel the great changes that had taken place in the Slaughter King.

Although he only said a few words, he was far less bloodthirsty than before.

Suddenly, Han Xiao thought of a possibility.

Could it be that Qian Daoliu deliberately didn't deal with the King of Slaughter?

He chose to keep the Slaughter King, probably because he is an important pawn in Qian Daoliu's chessboard.

Maybe the blow was meant to scare him, or maybe...

Han Xiao's eyes gradually turned cold, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

From the very beginning when Qian Daoliu met him, he had predicted that the Slaughter King would want to silence him because of his huge murderous aura.

So he gave himself this cobblestone containing a demigod strike, just to wait until this moment.

That elegant and easy-going middle-aged man is scheming and planning every step of the way, playing a big game of chess.

And Han Xiao is a pawn on the chessboard that must be kept even if the rook is abandoned.

This feeling of being someone else's pawn is not good.

In his previous life, Han Xiao was the king of assassins who made everyone fearful.

He has never been someone else's pawn.

A coldness flashed in Han Xiao's eyes.

The strong always put the benefits they can get first before deciding on a matter.

This is even more so with Qian Daoliu's terrifying strength.

It was impossible for him to give Han Xiao such a big gift simply because he found it pleasing to the eye.

Although it is not clear what Qian Daoliu wants, Han Xiao will never become a pawn to be played by others.

"Qian Daoliu, since you like to play, then I will play with you."

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Han Xiao frowned. After coming to the capital of killing, he didn't have a single friend, and he always walked alone.

Did you come to kill yourself?

Thinking of this, Han Xiao clenched Taotie, and moved to the door step by step.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a man in a black robe appeared outside the door.

"I have not seen it."

Han Xiao frowned.

There are not many people in the inner city of the Killing City. Han Xiao used his almost abnormal memory ability to almost engrave everyone's height, weight, and body shape in his mind.

But although this person couldn't see his face clearly, Han Xiao had never seen a person of this size in the Slaughter Capital.

After thinking for a while, he took out a smoke bomb and put it in his hand, and then picked up a small stone with the other hand and flicked it hard at the door bolt.

The door was slowly opened, but the man in black didn't come in.

"I have no malice."

His voice was like that of a night owl.

Han Xiao held his breath and concentrated, but did not move.

His mind is highly concentrated.

"I came here today to ask you, are you interested in considering walking the road to hell with me?"

road to hell?

Han Xiao was taken aback for a moment, isn't the road to hell only after passing the level of Yum?

"To be honest, I also completed Yum, but I didn't have the confidence to go through this road alone, so I have been waiting for someone to walk with me."

Peer?

What about fools?

This is another dummy that came out of nowhere.

Han Xiao investigated after he came to Slaughter Capital, and the current highest winning streak holder in Hell Slaughtering Field is only 78 consecutive victories.

Is Yum really that easy to achieve?

"I know you don't believe it, but according to the matching mechanism of Hell Slaughtering Fields, it is like this. Players after [-] victories are tried to avoid meeting each other. In addition, the higher the winning streak, the more difficult it is. Many high winning streaks basically play one game a year. , you don’t know that I’m normal.”

The man in black seemed to give a reasonable explanation.

However, Han Xiao didn't even think about it: "Go back, I refuse."

What a joke, let him go with a stranger on the road to hell where every step is dangerous.

Even if the opponent is a powerful support, but Han Xiao has to keep an eye on the backstab while paying attention to the road to hell, it is better to let him go alone.

"I understand your concerns, but it is still too unrealistic to pass the road to hell with your strength."

The black-robed man spoke persuasively.

He was answered by a heavy slam of the door.

"Damn it, you brat."

The black-robed man who was rejected from the door cursed secretly, and then turned his anger into a smile: "It's not bad to have a bit of a temper."

Kong has a lone courage, and he needs to have comparable strength.

He became more and more curious about the young man Qian Daoliu had chosen.

During these three days, Han Xiao has been constantly adjusting his state.

What he has to face is a more difficult road to hell than Yum, and if he takes a wrong step, he may be wiped out. Han Xiao dare not be careless.

That weird man in black robe didn't come to invite him to form a team again.

This made Han Xiao somewhat unpredictable what his purpose was.

Stepping into the hell killing field again, this will also be the last time Han Xiao steps into this place.

Just entering the arena, the surrounding cheers, roars, and provocative sounds annihilated the entire venue.

Han Xiao looked around and shook his head expressionlessly.

A bunch of poor bugs.

"Son of Death, congratulations on completing the yum victories and being listed in the Hall of Fame of the Killing City.

You broke the record of the youngest Yum powerhouse in the Killing City, so here I give you two choices. "

The Slaughter King stood proudly, his voice was gloomy and cold.

"Don't enter the road to hell, and become the most honorable god-killer in my killing city. From now on, your authority in the killing city is second only to me. This place will be your most powerful backing and shelter."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar.

No one thought that the Slaughter King would make such a tempting condition.

You must know that the Slaughter City is ruled by the Slaughter King, and everyone here is his subject.

It can be said to cover the sky with one hand.

But he actually promised Han Xiao the authority second only to him, which has never happened before.

"Plus, I'm old and I don't have the skills to do my best. I still want to enjoy a few years of happiness. I'm still very optimistic about you."

As soon as these words came out, the pot exploded instantly.

For this group of fallen people, it was like a thunderbolt.

The King of Slaughter's words couldn't be more obvious, he actually intended to give way to Han Xiao.

You must know that although the killing capital is a hell of human nature, it only targets the weak.

For the strong, this is a paradise to vent their humanity wantonly.

There are even many strong people who voluntarily go to the killing capital every year.

It is because here you can do whatever you want as long as you are a strong person.

You can play with women sadistically, and you can satisfy all kinds of perverted cravings.

As for the Slaughter King, there is nothing to say.

The conditions offered by the King of Slaughter were hard for anyone to resist.

However, Han Xiao remained expressionless, without even thinking about it: "I refuse."

The sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the killing fields of hell and was clearly audible.

reject?

The people who were still clamoring suddenly fell silent.

They didn't expect that Han Xiao chose to refuse without even thinking about it.

"Son of Death, do you know what you are rejecting?"

The voice of the Slaughter King became gloomy, and those scarlet eyes stared at Han Xiao.

"Money, rights, status, you can also get these things from the outside world, but killing them is different."

"This city can expand these crazy things a thousand times, a hundred times, and become the king of killing. You will have endless wealth, extremely loyal people, and terrible rights. This city All the women will be your harem, and all the people here will be your most loyal dogs!"

The Slaughter King spread out his arms, impassioned.

Indeed, as he said, probably no one would reject the ruler of a lawless place.

However, to Han Xiao, this is just a stinking cesspit.

He wants to clear the road to hell.

"I reject."

Han Xiao's answer caused the King of Slaughter to fall into a brief silence.

After a while, he said, "Even if the road to hell you are about to face is guarded by extremely terrifying ten thousand-year-old soul beasts, and there are thousands of soul beasts that can drain your blood, you still refuse?"

One is the road of death full of unknowns and thorns, and the other is the emperor of the future killing capital.

Obviously, Han Xiao chose the latter: "Stop talking, let's start the road to hell."

"it is good!"

The King of Slaughter sneered: "I hope you won't regret it. A person who has no matching strength is just a waste."

After saying this, he spread his hands, and the scarlet light radiated from his body.

At this moment, all the people stopped their movements. They were like puppets with broken strings, their eyes glazed over.

Immediately, it was like a explosive barrel suddenly exploded, and the group of fallen people began to howl crazily, facing the King of Slaughter in a gesture of worship.

"My people, I am glad that you can become the blood sacrifice of the road to hell!"

The voice of the Slaughter King was full of madness.

The group of fallen people started to scratch at their own faces, and they didn't stop until they were bloody and torn.

In the end, the fallen ones turned into blood under the burning of the red light, and gradually flowed towards the center of the hell killing field.

The scarlet blood filled the bird-like pattern carved on the ground little by little.

The lifelike bird emitted a scarlet light that covered the entire killing field of hell.

"Son of Death God, this is your choice, I will not interfere, I hope you can become the next Death God."

The Slaughter King put his hands behind his back and looked at Han Xiao indifferently, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Under the blood-red engulfment, Han Xiao felt empty under his feet, and everything around him became illusory, and all perceptions were completely sealed at this moment.

The murderous aura on Han Xiao's body gathered into a layer of faint white ripples to protect their bodies.

If it wasn't for the existence of these murderous auras, they would have been truly devoured the moment the blood color spread.

I don't know how long it took, and with a violent shock, the sense of weightlessness disappeared, and Han Xiao could feel himself stepping on the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself on a circular platform.

In the next second, Han Xiao's pupils instantly turned scarlet.

The murderous aura in his body seemed to be affected by the road to hell, slowly leaking out, and even tended to materialize.

But even so, Han Xiao's scarlet eyes remained calm.

I don't know the reason, but it seems to be the influence of Qiandaoliu pebbles. After being controlled by murderous aura once, Han Xiao seems to have developed an antibody.

It's just that the hot and humid feeling still made him uncomfortable.

Han Xiao looked around calmly, slightly surprised in his heart.

The surrounding air was dark red, and Han Xiao could feel that the toxins contained in the air here were several times that of the inner city.

And under this round platform is the abyss.

In addition, there is only a small path that can only accommodate two feet and has no end in sight, leading to the unknown darkness.

What's down here?

Han Xiao walked to the edge of the round platform, lowered his head and stared into the abyss.

When you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you.

Immediately, Han Xiao felt a rush of blood mixed with screams rushing towards his face.

Immediately, the muscles all over his body tensed up instantly, and he backed away abruptly and turned his head.

For some reason, Han Xiao just suddenly felt someone standing behind him.

Just looking around, there is no one here except for the five-meter round platform.

Absolutely wrong!

Han Xiao's eyes turned cold.

This road to hell is really evil.

If I didn't guess wrong, what flows under this abyss is exactly what the people of this capital need, Bloody Mary.

I didn't expect that this place would be the core of the killing capital.

Obviously, these plasmas will eventually fall into the mouths of the fallen, and the fallen will eventually return to the blood river for secondary use.

After thinking for a while, he tore the black dress he was wearing into long strips, tied one side around his waist, and wrapped the other side around Taotie's handle.

After all, this trail is too narrow, so Han Xiao made a rescue rope just in case.

In fact, most of this kind of rope also plays a psychological role when climbing.

Most of the time, when a slip occurs, it is generally impossible to save it.

But for Han Xiao, even if he really fell, he could rely on the floating ability of the aura cloak to lift himself up.

(End of this chapter)