Chapter 139 The Self-Redemption of the Bloody Nine-Headed Bat King
Entrance to the Killing City.
Tang Hao dragged his seriously injured body directly through the entrance and rushed in. When he saw Yang Yun staying at the entrance, Tang Hao's mind suddenly relaxed.
I spat out a mouthful of blood.
The stagnation in my heart also eased a little for a short time.
But Tang Hao knew very well that this was undoubtedly drinking poison to quench his thirst. He might just die here if he vomited.
Finding a safe place, Tang Hao had no time to use his soul power to restore the broken martial soul; the few soul powers left in his body began to forcibly transfer the congestion and stagnation in his body to his right on the legs.
"The injury is affected. If all these hidden injuries are not condensed into this place, I am afraid that I will die. Sooner or later, the explosive injury will engulf my body."
Tang Hao is preparing to detonate. When the flesh and blood on his right foot peeled off the soul bone.
A blood-colored magma-like thing suddenly emerged from the ground, and quickly poured into Tang Hao's seven orifices.
The world of gods at this time.
The figure in blood-colored armor looked in front of him, and the scene of Tang Hao and his son appeared in the killing city and sneered: "The angel god and the sea god have messengers of gods in the Douluo plane. I, Shura, It is reasonable for God to sacrifice a Shura high priest at this time."
"Who has an opinion? Who dares to have an opinion?"
"But the little bat raised by the Rakshasa God. The flame is very difficult to deal with, and it can actually consume all the divine power that I have penetrated into the mortal world through the place of inheritance; humph, I will let you wander around for a few days, and when my descendants grow up, you will definitely make them pay their dues. A heavy price."
As time passed, Tang Hao's momentum gradually recovered and continued to climb upward.
dark place.
The King of Slaughter. To be precise, the blood-red nine-headed bat king is observing all this; as the king of the city of killing, all of this happening cannot be hidden from him.
Yang Poxue walked out of the killing hell field, the blood in his eyebrows flashed and quickly disappeared in his eyes; a red flame burned blazingly in the depths of his pupils.
"It seems that I should leave; this place has not improved for me." Yang Poxue has one last battle left to obtain the Killing God Realm, and then leave the Killing God Realm. All returned to the sect.
Are Potian Sect and Law Enforcement Hall still the same as before? Yang Poxue now has a deep understanding of what it means to return home like an arrow.
There was a flash of blood.
The King of Slaughter kept Yang Poxue in his palace. After so many days, Shura's divine power had realized that he could not go deep into this place.
Just trap the King of Slaughter here. Once he leaves too far, Shura's divine power will instantly overwhelm him; extinguish the sub-fire left by Yang Yun in his body.
If it stays here, it will face the divine power of Shura; if it goes out, it will face the god Shura himself.
"Is there any trouble that you suddenly came to me?" Yang Poxue looked at the King of Slaughter with a careful look. Apart from blocking Tang Hao for him these days, the King of Slaughter has never contacted him. Own.
If you suddenly look for yourself now, you must be seeking something.
The King of Slaughter showed a wry smile on his face, sighed and then said in a deep voice: "Tang Hao, the God of Killing, is back, and is now receiving the infusion of Shura's divine power. I have a bad feeling."< br>
"Waiting a moment, I will arrange for ten Contras to directly help you start a hundred battles. Those guys are all dead soldiers controlled by me; they will not produce any resistance to you. After this, I will Entering the final hell road with you, you will definitely be able to pass the examination and obtain the Killing God Realm."
Yang Poxue asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Why are you leaving with me? If he is not the King of Slaughter, he cannot leave the Slaughter City?" Looking at Yang Poxue's gradually restrained expression, Tang Chen knew that if he didn't make it clear, he might not be able to leave this place of right and wrong.
"I am the blood-colored nine-headed bat king of a hundred thousand year old soul beast. The master of Potian Sect has already seen through my true identity back then; and helped me regain control of this puppet in order to let me help you pass through the murderous capital of hell. Road."
"Now that the Shura God's power has once again flooded the Slaughter City, I, the King of Slaughter, will almost exist in name only; if I don't leave now, I'm afraid I will become the soul of Tang Hao's son. Gu, this is an enemy to your Potian Sect, can you bear this?"
"You can bear it, I feel worthless for Sect Leader Yang; I have lived long enough, I know There is a secret technique that can change the form of your sacrifice at the moment of sacrifice and become your second martial spirit."
"Don't worry, I won't harm you. I have Sect Master Yang left in my body. Flame; when I open the hell path, I will destroy the meridians in my body to block the movement of soul power before leaving this puppet's body. You will find the right opportunity to explode all six soul bones on his body without leaving a single hair. Leave it to that Tang Hao and his bastard son.”
Yang Poxue’s teeth felt sore after hearing this.
This guy is indeed a 100,000-year-old bat soul beast that has lived for who knows how many years. If he really wants to be ruthless, he will leave no escape route for him.
There is no mercy at all for the puppet body that has been controlled for a long time.
But I have to say that the conditions contained in this soul beast's words are full of temptation, and it has six complete soul bones in one move.
According to what the sect leader said, this king of killing is Tang Chen, the sect leader of the Haotian Sect; his cultivation level has reached the ninety-ninth level of the Ultimate Douluo realm and is terrifyingly strong.
How strong will the soul bones of a soul master with this level of cultivation be?
Yang Poxue simply couldn't imagine how strong it would be.
Yang Poxue is clear about the existence of Zihuo in the King of Slaughter, and can clearly sense the existence of some of the flames of Fallen Heart Flame.
Although this guy is strong, he can't make any trouble in front of the sect leader's methods.
It can be said that while basically buying a twin martial soul for nothing, you also got six soul bones with guaranteed quality; and there was also a pair of hundred thousand year soul bones.
Yang Poxue felt that her throat was a little dry.
After calming down, she said calmly: "According to what you said, Tang Hao is already in the killing city; then open the killing field as soon as possible. This place is not suitable for staying for a long time."
"A No one knows what backup will be left in the inheritance place of the gods; in order to ensure the completion of the mission, I need to enter the hell road as soon as possible."
A red light flashed in the eyes of the King of Slaughter.
After clapping their hands, the nine personal guards took off their armor and entered the killing field below one after another.
The auditorium was full of people, all of whom were captured by the nine Contras just now and forced to watch the battle; they were also guys with higher cultivation levels but could hardly afford Bloody Mary.
These people are all the nourishment for Yang Poxue to start the road to hell.
The King of Slaughter stands tall.
Looking at Yang Poxue easily cutting through and harvesting everyone's lives, the power within his body became even stronger after absorbing the soul power of the nine Contras.
The King of Slaughter raised his hand without hesitation and sacrificed everyone in the audience, and the road to hell slowly unfolded.
(End of this chapter)