Chapter 213 Traces of the Ontological Sect
Deep underground, there is a huge arena.
In the arena, eight of ten people had fallen on the cold floor.
They lay motionless on the ground, their dry bodies looked like mummies that had been dried up after many years of death.
Dong~
A slight sound came, and another mummy who had just died fell to the ground.
"The boring killing is disappointing."
The only living person in the field said disappointedly.
He was tall and wearing an unusually wide blood-red robe, but even so, it could not cover up his figure as if it was only a skeleton.
After saying that, the man in red robe opened his mouth and sucked it, and above the dead mug, he sucked it into the air and swallowed it.
"A bunch of garbage, and the delicious blood on my body is worth a taste of this young master."
The man in red robe looked enjoyable, and he looked like he was tasting something peerless. He even put his slender blood-red nails into his mouth and licked them. His pale face raised a sick smile. .
Such a terrifying scene did not seem to cause disgust and disgust among the people in the stands. Instead, they were extremely excited and crazy and kept shouting three words - the Bloodthirsty King!
"Congratulations, the young Bloodthirsty King." A low and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.
The murderous aura emitted from the man in the red robe was instantly flowing back due to the appearance of this sound.
"Hmph! The King of Killing has two tricks."
With the abilities given to him by his own martial soul, he found the source of the sound.
Looking up, a blood-red figure was landing from the sky.
"King of Killing! King of Killing! King of Killing..."
The appearance of the blood-red figure made the depraved people in the stands shout wildly until their throats were hoarse and they had no intention of stopping.
"Bloodthirsty King, you are a natural fallen man." The King of Killing was suspended in the air half a meter from the ground and praised the man in red robe:
"Blood Martial Soul, outstanding talent, allows you to complete a hundred consecutive victories in Hell Killing Field in three months, breaking the record of the fastest winning streak in history, and completing the record of never completing it. feat."
"I am very optimistic about you. In order to commend your record-breaking achievements, I decided to award you the title of God of Killing."
"From now on, you can freely enter and exit the Killing City and be hired as a guest minister of the Killing City under your own rank."
But facing such generous conditions as the King of Killing, the man in the red robe refused without any face.
"Kill God?" He smiled contemptuously:
"Which killing god without the killing realm is considered a killing god?"
"If you really want to give me a title, wouldn't it be better for me to be a self-proclaimed one? Why do you have to stay in such a place for three months?"
"No need to say anything extra. Start the road to hell quickly. This is your responsibility."
The King of Killing clenched his fists angrily at the rudeness of the man in red, but due to the rules, unless the opponent attacks him, he will not be able to do anything to hurt the opponent when the opponent has completed a hundred consecutive victories. move.
"Since that's the case, I will meet your requirements." The King of Killing slowly took off, and a low and sharp voice echoed throughout the killing field:
"Not everyone is qualified to walk on the road of hell."
"Educating the road to hell in person is also a different taste, because once you can't pass it, it will be your last trip in your life."
"Good luck, the Bloodthirsty King."
The rich red mist suddenly released from the King of Killing. These evil and cold red ripples seemed to slowly disperse, but in a few blinks, they spread to the entire hell killing field.
Under the influence of the red light, the Fallen Man who was originally sitting in the stands gradually became quiet, and his eyes became dull, but soon the eyes were filled with blood. Sharp screams spread throughout the audience, and the fallen men tragically under the influence of the red light until the end of their lives.
"Blood, so much blood!" The man in red robe stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, his red eyes full of desire for blood.
But he did not act rashly, because he had guessed that the situation in front of him was a necessary process to open the road to hell.
However, for a long time, the fallen people in the stands died of self-harm.
Their blood scattered to the ground, and a large amount of blood gathered together like streams, flowing down the inconspicuous tiny pipes under the stands to the center of the killing field.
"Bloodthirsty King, you don't seem to be surprised at all?" asked the King of Killing curiously.
In response, the man in red robe replied casually:
"Just a bunch of garbage, it is their supreme honor to be the sacrifice that opens the road to hell, and no one else wants it."
Seeing that the person in front of him was even more indifferent to life than he did, the King of Killing couldn't help but take a step back quietly, and then disappeared after leaving a sentence.
"Bloodthirsty King, you are indeed a natural depraved person."
At this moment, a huge blood-red pattern appeared on the ground where the man in red robe was standing.
The pattern is a creature similar to a bird, looking extremely weird.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The man in the red robe had time to look at him, and the bird's eyes lit up.
In an instant, a huge red light soared into the sky, sweeping his body inside and losing his perception of the outside world.
I don’t know how long it took, when the red light dissipated, the man in the red robe found himself on a circular platform.
"This is the road to hell? It doesn't seem to be very good."
Outside the circular platform where he was located was full of abyss.
In addition, there is only a slender path less than half a foot wide leading to the unknown darkness.
The man in red robe walked forward, came to the edge of the platform, and looked down at the abyss.
Although there was endless darkness below, he, who possessed the blood martial soul, sensed that there was blood below, an extremely large amount of blood.
However, facing the blood below, he did not show any joy, but instead said with some disgust:
"It's a pity that the distance is too far, and the blood contains too many toxins and the ingredients are complex. It is not a clean and hygienic high-quality beverage."
As he said that, he used his blood martial soul to remove all the toxins of the bloody Mary in his body and embarked on the long and slender path.
"The realm of the God of Killing, I am here."
...
Outside, in the mountains and forests.
"Young Master Blood Killing, you have finally woken up."
The man in red robe opened his eyes and heard a familiar voice sound in his ears:
"You have obtained the realm of the God of Killing through the test of the road of hell. Now no one in the main sect can shake your position as the young sect leader. Even the grandson of the sect leader is not qualified to fight with you."
The man in red robe should be said to be Xue Shi. After he woke up, he glanced at the people around him and looked at a long sword with magic patterns beside him.
"What is this?" He had never heard of it. In addition to passing the test of Hell Road, there were other rewards in addition to the realm of Killing God.
(This chapter ends)