Chapter 63 The Rock King makes hell, the fear of the Killing King
Looking at this place, Zhongli felt a familiar feeling. This place is like a backup of the original and purest form of any race or civilization.
Indeed, it is impossible for the human world that has matured enough to accept regressing to this state, just as it is impossible for an adult to return to childhood. However, sometimes, if pure blood can be preserved, it can also cure the nearly irreversible disease of decay, change the sun and the moon, and create a new sky.
He couldn't help but think back to the earliest days, when the jade had not escaped and Qingpu had not yet become ruins. At that time, the immortals had not yet come into contact with the world, and they were so simple and full of blood while galloping in the mountains and forests.
He still remembered that Fushe laughed loudly, drinking heavily while chewing the flesh and blood of the enemy demon god, how heroic he was, and how passionate he was when he moved the sky to guide Tian Tianjun, killing both the enemy and the enemy.
At that time, the immortals did not have as many etiquette as later generations, nor did they understand the rules and regulations of the human world, but they broke through and brought a strong new blood to the human world in crisis. It can even be said that human civilization has truly matured since that time.
Although the humans on that land have entered an era of separation from the immortals, without the leadership of Emperor Yan Wang and the immortals, there would not be the glorious Liyue civilization today.
Zhongli's mind was in the Killing City, and he quickly sensed Tang San's presence. At this time, Tang San had already begun to withstand the so-called "test" of the Killing City, and began an endless and crazy killing. Zhong Li could feel that Tang San at this time seemed to be much more bewildered compared to the original. In addition to the increasingly intense purple meaning in his eyes that he was unaware of, the most obvious difference between him and the original work is his attitude towards "Bloody Mary".
"One more drink!"
In a dim tavern, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted in a sharp voice. The other people in the tavern who looked at him had a bit of fear in their eyes. The waiter brought a large pot of blood-red liquid and put it on Tang San's table. He accidentally spilled a few drops and got it on Tang San's body.
"I'm sorry, Lord, I'm sorry!"
The waiter with a greasy face knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
"Excuse me? I think you have ulterior motives. You have a way to die!"
Deep purple light flashed across Tang San's eyes. The next moment, Tang San took out a sleeve arrow and hit the waiter with a frightened look on his head, causing blood to splatter on the spot.
"Gudong, Gudong."
Tang San drank the contents of the bright red cup in big gulps, then burped loudly, kicked the waiter's body away, and strode out of the tavern.
"I feel like I've never been in better shape! How long have I not experienced this kind of soul power improvement speed? Coupled with the dreams when I sleep. It won't be long before I can reach the level of the five-ring soul king. It's a pity that there are no soul beasts in this place. , can allow me to advance to a higher level"
Tang San licked his scarlet lips and said.
Zhong Li shook his head and no longer paid attention to Tang San. He flew directly towards the deepest part of the Slaughter City, and flew to the center of the main city, the palace-like building built in the Slaughter City.
"Who?"
Feeling the aura deliberately released by Zhongli, a man with blood-red hair flew out of the palace and looked at Zhongli in shock.
In this place, this person is able to fly just like me? In the history of our murderous city, I can’t remember such a “god of murder”!
What's more, this man didn't have the cold murderous aura he was familiar with, only a sense of righteousness and peace. The Slaughter King's figure was very slender; his appearance looked similar to both Tang San and Tang Hao. However, his eyes and hair were a strange dark red.
"Should I call you the King of Slaughter, or the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King?"
Zhong Li looked at the man opposite him, his amber eyes seemed to be able to see through his inner being, and said.
"Who are you? Are you sent here by that adult?"
The King of Slaughter on the opposite side was completely frightened, backed up, and asked with a slightly trembling voice.
As the blood-red nine-headed bat king, it was originally the top existence in the entire killing city. In a sense, it could even be said to be similar to a descendant of a god. The ordinary hundred thousand year soul beasts in the outside world are no match for it. What's more, by chance, it seized the body of such a powerful Ultimate Douluo.
In this world, apart from the real God, what kind of existence is there that can see its true form at a glance?
It has always believed that it has always stayed in the killing city and managed its territory honestly, and it seems that it has never done anything that would dissatisfy the gods. Could it be that the gods were dissatisfied that no real "Killing God" with such qualifications had been born for so long?
It never thought that the adult was dissatisfied with it for taking away this body. How could it have done such a thing if it hadn't been for that adult's permission? From the very beginning, that human being who claimed to be powerful had never been favored by that adult. It would be meaningless to forcefully kill people in the Killing City with level ninety-nine strength.
It is worth mentioning that this family seems to be exhausted from the Killing City, and everyone comes to the Killing City to "gild". First, that person's grandson came, and recently that person's great-grandson also came, each one more startled than the other. In its view, that boy was not far away from complete depravity.
It was even considering whether to arrange for its three-headed nephew to take away this kid too, just in time to make a good match.
"I was not sent by the person you mentioned, and I have nothing to do with him. However, I did come to take over the Killing City. This place exists for a reason, but it needs to be repaired."
He shook his head and said calmly.
"Take over? Maintenance? Huh, what a loud tone. Are you provoking that adult?"
The Slaughter King's tone suddenly became unkind. Hearing Zhongli personally admit that he had nothing to do with that adult, the fear in the Slaughter King's heart also subsided a bit. Instead, there is hostility towards outsiders.
In the city of killing, I managed to run this iron-clad empire for so many years. If you say takeover, take over?
"Hmph!"
The King of Slaughter's eyes flashed red, and a pair of blood-red bat wings spread out behind him, exuding an extremely strong bloody aura.
"It's pitiful. You have managed the Killing City for so long, but the person behind you has brought you nothing."
Zhongli sighed softly and said. In his opinion, the King of Slaughter, as the agent of that existence, was too weak to help him take care of the inheritance of the gods.
Yes, it's just too weak. The high priest of Poseidon Island, Bo Saixi, is a level 99 peerless Douluo with eight black soul rings and one red soul ring. As for the great priest of Wuhun Palace, even the Angel God himself should have fallen long ago. His strength is not far behind that of Bo Saixi, and he is also the pinnacle of human strength.
On the other hand, look at this king of killing.
(End of chapter)