Douluo: Wuhun Seven Killing Sword, Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven

Chapter 269: The City of Slaughter, an unexpected surprise
"Little guy, his martial soul is special, it should be a martial soul like black shadow." Dugu Bo said in a voice transmission.

Soul masters with this kind of martial spirit are extremely difficult to deal with. After all, this kind of martial spirit does not belong to the category of weapon martial spirit and beast martial spirit, and it is difficult for others to find its weaknesses.

Take Ghost Douluo of the Spirit Hall for example. He can hardly be killed by ordinary means. Only with absolute attribute restraint will there be a chance.

In Dugu Bo's opinion, it was indeed a blessing for them that the other party did not take action.

"That person doesn't look like a Fallen One. It seems more like he is here to gather intelligence." Ning Tianchen analyzed based on the other party's performance.

The other party's identity has nothing to do with them.

Next, there is business to be done.

Ning Tianchen walked towards the counter with a smile on his face.

The waiter pretended to be calm and scolded: "You broke the rules, the great king of killing will not let you go."

Ning Tianchen glanced at him and said, "The biggest rule of the City of Slaughter is that there are no rules. I think the King of Slaughter you mentioned will not blame me."

The waiter's pupils trembled.

The Fallen who want to enter the City of Slaughter either don’t know who the King of Slaughter is, or they have great admiration for the King of Slaughter, but it is impossible for them to know what is happening inside the City of Slaughter.

If you want to know the secrets, you can only hear it from the mouth of the God of Killing who walked out of the City of Slaughter.

Could it be that there is a god of death behind the other party?
You know, the gods of killing can enter the city of killing at will, and even the king of killing does not dare to offend them easily.

Ning Tianchen saw her standing there in a daze, and said coldly: "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The entrance to the City of Slaughter is right under the waiter's feet.

The waiter stepped aside and looked at Ning Tianchen with a complicated expression.

He knows what happens in the City of Slaughter and where the entrance is. Even a fool would not believe that there is no God of Slaughter behind him.

I lifted the floorboards under the counter, and a cold wind blew out. I leaned over and looked down, and it was pitch black below.

Ning Tianchen knew that this was the entrance.

Before leaving, he turned around and said, "Old man, Lao Zhang has formed a shadow guard in the city. Two months later, help them to investigate the four major families with single attributes. The more detailed the better."

Dugu Bo asked back, "Have you really decided? You saw what happened to those guys just now. Even if you are a normal person, if you hang out with them all day, you will be assimilated sooner or later."

"Don't worry, I know what to do." After saying that, he took the initiative to jump in.

In Dugu Bo's perception, Ning Tianchen completely lost his breath after his body fell into the space membrane below.

With the previous knowledge, how could they not know that there was a small space below.

Thinking of his granddaughter and Dugu Pharmacy, he completely gave up the idea of ​​entering there.

Turning around, he saw the trembling waiter and left the pub without making things difficult for him.

……

Falling into darkness, Ning Tianchen fell to the ground after only falling a few meters.

From the sound when landing, it can be judged that this is an extremely open environment with stone brick floor underfoot.

It was pitch black all around, and you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

After absorbing the Wangchuan Autumn Water Dew, his mental power has long been stronger than that of soul masters of the same level.

With the help of his spiritual power, his eyesight can see through the darkness around him and even see far away.

"It's worthy of being called mental power. It can be called a human night vision goggles." Xin smiled and then carefully observed the surrounding environment.

He was in an extremely long and narrow corridor with no guardrails on both sides. Below the corridor was an endless abyss. If one fell into it, there would be no possibility of survival.

Looking to the side, there is more than one corridor around, obviously corresponding to different entrances.

At the front of the corridor, there is a towering city wall, which is the main part of the City of Slaughter.

Ning Tianchen walked forward.

Logically speaking, he entered the City of Slaughter in a way that violated the rules, but no one stopped him.

I walked to the city wall unimpeded, and when I looked up, I saw the four big words "City of Killing" hanging high on the dark city wall.

There were guards on both sides of the city gate. Before Ning Tianchen could enter, a woman wearing a black veil walked towards him.

"The Messenger of Slaughter." He murmured in his heart.

Ning Tianchen looked calm and took the initiative to greet the other party.

"Welcome to the City of Slaughter." There was a hint of smile in the voice of the Slaughter Messenger.

Ning Tianchen said nothing and remained calm.

The Killing Envoy's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "You don't look like a Fallen One. Did your elders ask you to come?"

There is no shortage of people coming to the Land of Slaughter to train, but only a few can leave alive.

Ning Tianchen asked back, "Why do you think so?"

"You are dressed like this, which makes you look very different from the other Fallen. Are you here to pick me up?"

The Slaughter Messenger was not annoyed, and chuckled, "What an interesting little brother. Yes, I am your exclusive guide. In the next twelve hours, I can answer any questions you have. After that, this will be where you live, and you will officially become a member of the Slaughter City."

Ning Tianchen nodded slightly, then asked: "So, how do I leave the Slaughter City?"

The Killing Messenger smiled sweetly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Ning Tianchen couldn't see her expression clearly under the veil, but he could hear something from her tone.

"That's really interesting. Shouldn't you ask how to survive here? If you want to leave, you have to find out the situation here, right?"

Ning Tianchen shrugged, unable to deny it, "Then let me tell you about the situation here."

Having said that, he went into the city on his own.

Even though he knew something about the Killing City before this, personal experience was different from the perspective of an observer.

Along the way, Ning Tianchen wrote down almost every word of the Killing Messenger.

It is worth mentioning that his number is six hundred and sixty-six.

The numbers in the Killing City are reused. When the current person with this number dies or leaves the Killing City, this number will be inherited by the next person who enters the Killing City.

Not long after, the two stopped at an intersection.

"The inner city is in front of us. Compared to the tranquility of the outer city, the inner city is a paradise of sin and killing. As a newcomer, I suggest you live in the outer city for a while before entering the inner city." The Killing Messenger obviously did not think highly of Ning Tianchen.

Surviving in the outer city by drinking two Bloody Marys every month is a true portrayal of most degenerates.

Only when they really can't bear to offer Bloody Mary will they go to the Killing Fields of Hell to fight for their lives.

Ning Tianchen looked up at the sky.

There is no sunlight in the sky above the City of Slaughter, only a dark red light source, making the entire city look gray.

Places without sunshine require people to endure both psychological and physical pressure.

Once you start to contribute Bloody Mary, your physical fitness will deteriorate, and it will be the beginning of a vicious cycle. Most people in the outer city are like zombies, and their eyes have long lost their light.

It won't be long before they become the food for the City of Slaughter.

"No need, just take me directly to the killing field in hell." Ning Tianchen said resolutely.

The Slaughter Messenger did not refute, but reminded: "I can escort you safely into the Hell Killing Field. But from the start of the competition, your rookie protection period will end early. Even if there are still eleven hours left, I will not provide you with any protection."

Ning Tianchen nodded and asked, "If I don't understand something in the future, I can ask you?"

The Slaughter Messenger did not refuse. "If you can see me, then of course you can. As the Messenger of the King of Slaughter, I will answer questions for anyone."

Ning Tianchen kept asking the question on his mind, "What is everyone's food here?"

The Killing Envoy said: "It's the same as the outside world, but you need to fight for it with your own strength. Otherwise, even in the outer city, you may still starve to death."

Ning Tianchen pointed to the sky and said, "Can crops be grown in such an environment?"

The Killing Messenger rarely responded.

The source of food is the secret of the Killing City.

Ning Tianchen finally understood that the City of Slaughter must have a secret passage that connected it to the outside world.

This passage must be controlled by the King of Killing and its existence is unknown to anyone.

In the original time and space, Tang San threw the Snow Swan Kiss into the core of the Slaughter City. When the poison gas began to spread, it was unrealistic to leave from the Hell Road. However, the King of Slaughter was able to leave safely, so the speculation about the secret passage seemed to be true.

"If I remember correctly, the mission of the Spirit Hall is to fight against all evil organizations on the continent. Your place is, to put it bluntly, a den of evil spirit masters. Why don't they attack you?"

The Slaughter Envoy sneered, "Mr. 666, don't forget that anyone who enters the Slaughter City can hardly leave. This kind of environment is a disguised way for the Spirit Hall to collect criminals. Otherwise, do you think that with our influence, we can spread the name of the Slaughter City across the continent?"

Ning Tianchen suddenly realized.

Not only did the Spirit Hall secretly condone their existence, it also promoted the name of the City of Slaughter behind the scenes.

After all, the Spirit Hall has limited cells and manpower, and they can't catch all the evil spirit masters. So, if they make the Slaughter City a holy place for evil spirit masters, they won't need to take action in the future, and the evil spirit masters will kill each other here until they die.

As for the food
Ning Tianchen suddenly smiled, seeming to understand.

The existence of the City of Slaughter is the most ideal prison for the Spirit Hall, and they will definitely maintain its existence.

Come to think of it, ten thousand years later, without the City of Slaughter and the suppression of the Spirit Hall, the evil soul masters became more and more rampant, and even among them, there were evil soul masters at the Titled Douluo level.

And all of this was a deliberate plot by Tang San. Putting his thoughts aside, Ning Tianchen followed the Slaughter Messenger and came to the huge building in the center of the inner city.

The environment of the inner city is obviously different from that of the outer city.

In the outer city, fighting rarely occurs, but in the inner city, fighting seems to be everywhere.

However, these people seemed to be very afraid of the Killing Messenger, and when they saw her, they all avoided her.

With the help of the Killing Messenger, Ning Tianchen quickly signed up for the first game.

During this time, he picked up a corpse from the roadside as a donation for the Bloody Mary required for registration.

The Killing Messenger sat in the audience with great interest, intending to enjoy the game.

The Hell Killing Field competition will automatically start when there are ten people. Once registered, no withdrawal is allowed.

Unfortunately, Ning Tianchen was the ninth person to sign up, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the tenth person sign up. Moreover, many people continued to pour into the Hell Killing Field, but they kept crowding at the registration area without making any moves.

In this situation, there is no need to even think about it. There must be a strong person in this group who has achieved a high winning streak.

Ning Tianchen twisted his neck and said, "I didn't expect that I would be competing against a master in the first match. It's really interesting."

Being famous has its advantages, and being unknown has its own ways of playing.

Who would care about a newcomer who just joined the competition? Once the competition starts, the others will definitely unite and defeat the strong first, so he may take advantage of the situation.

The waiting process is long, and no one wants to be killed by the sword of a strong man.

Ning Tianchen sat in the rest area with his eyes closed, not knowing how long he had waited. When the tenth person signed up, the staff came to invite him to come on stage.

……

On the ring, ten people looked at each other and remained vigilant against each other.

The Killing Envoy sat in the audience and said lightly, "On the first day, you met a character like the Wolf Fang King. Your luck is really bad."

In the Killing Fields of Hell, strong men are born and fall every day.

In this match, whether a new king will be born or the Wolf Fang King will maintain his winning streak is something that people are looking forward to.

After the observation just now, Ning Tianchen couldn't help but frown.

Except for him and another strong man, the other eight people seemed to be forced to come here to compete because they could not afford Bloody Mary. They were pale and thin, and it seemed that a strong wind could blow them down.

Moreover, there was no fighting spirit in these people's eyes, as if they had accepted their fate.

In such a situation, there is almost no possibility of taking advantage of the situation.

It would probably not take long for the sturdy man to end the fight.

Even so, Ning Tianchen showed no intention of retreating.

"Look, isn't that the Wolf Fang King?"

"Another nine unlucky guys. The Wolf Fang King has won forty-nine games in a row, and he's only one game away from breaking the fifty-game winning streak."

"Oh my god, fifty years of inner city residency, is this still a human being?"

There was a lot of chatter in the audience.

Before the game started, Ning Tianchen pricked up his ears and heard the discussions.

In his mind, he had a general idea of ​​the strength of this strong man.

Game start!
Ning Tianchen quickly retreated to the edge of the ring, letting the eight people block the attack of the Wolf Fang King first.

However, he seemed to have underestimated the strong man's strength.

The moment the mace martial spirit was taken out, the eight people on the field were immediately frightened. They stood there in a daze, allowing the mace to reap their lives.

After dealing with the eight people, the Wolf Fang King did not rush to attack Ning Tianchen, but stood where he was, enjoying the soul power he plundered from others.

Soul skills cannot be used in the Killing City, and soul power cannot be cultivated. The only way to obtain soul power is to kill the opponent in the Hell Killing Field and seize the opponent's power.

Ning Tianchen stood there holding the sword.

Through the observation just now, he had a rough judgment of the mace martial spirit.

This is a powerful blunt weapon martial spirit, and the opponent is tall and has an absolute advantage in strength.

After pondering for a moment, a solution suddenly came to his mind.

……

After enjoying the fruits of victory, the Wolf Fang King laughed and said, "Boy, I let you live so long, you should thank me for my kindness."

Ning Tianchen smiled faintly and responded: "Alas~ What a pity."

"What a pity!" The Wolf Fang King was suddenly furious, swinging the mace in his hand with the intention of taking the opponent's life.

However, his curiosity made him stop and want to listen to what the other party said next.

Ning Tianchen's eyes shone, "It's a pity that if I kill you, I won't be able to inherit your winning streak!"

"Insanity!"

The mace suddenly attacked, and the bloody smell that remained on the martial spirit when the person was killed just now filled his nose.

The Seven Killing Sword is not a power-type martial spirit, so there is no need to confront the opponent head-on.

As Ning Tianchen dodged, the tip of the sword cut a wound in the Wolf Fang King's abdomen.

"Hahahaha." Wolf Fang King rubbed his stomach. The intense pain made him excited.

Moreover, the flowing blood was not wasted. He scooped it up with his hands and poured it into his mouth.

"What a madman. I'm afraid the poison of Bloody Mary has already penetrated into his bone marrow." Ning Tianchen made a judgment in his heart.

The only way to deal with such a person is to kill him, otherwise he will launch endless attacks.

The Wolf Fang King swung his mace and struck Ning Tianchen over the head.

"Seven Killing Swords, Sword Breaking Style."

Ning Tianchen held the sword in both hands and made a blocking gesture.

Pong~
The two martial spirits collided, making a metallic collision sound.

Ning Tianchen's arms went numb. The force of this attack was not small. If the opponent used spirit skills, he would definitely die.

Based on this inference, the opponent's soul power level is at least at the primary soul saint level.

But unfortunately, in the City of Slaughter, his martial soul cannot be used.

The Seven Killing Sword suddenly thrust out with great force, and the sword energy was like a meteor, piercing through one of the Wolf Fang King's arms.

The severe pain made him extremely excited, as if he had endless energy.

Ning Tianchen dodged hastily, cursing, "This guy, is he on drugs?"

There is only one rule in the Killing Fields of Hell: Be the last person alive. During this period, no matter what means you use, it is not considered a violation.

"Ah! Death!"

The Wolf Fang King seemed to have transformed into a hunting beast, chasing Ning Tianchen relentlessly.

The mace was quite powerful, and when it hit the ground, there was a noticeable vibration.

But the common problem of power-type soul masters is that they do not have an advantage in speed.

Ning Tianchen only needed to move slightly to easily avoid the opponent's attack and leave deep wounds on the opponent.

The Wolf Fang King's wounds continued to bleed, but his blood seemed to never stop flowing.

……

"If this continues, the Wolf Fang King will die of exhaustion sooner or later."

"The Wolf Fang King has lost his mind. I think that kid is going to win."

The audience was talking a lot.

The Wolf Fang King, who was in a state of rage, fought without any rules and simply relied on force to overwhelm his opponents.

Once the frenzy ends, he will fall down in an instant.

In the arena.

Ning Tianchen gradually saw the clues and found that there were fluctuations of soul power on the Wolf Fang King.

This soul power does not come from himself, but from his right arm.

In this situation, only soul bones can explain it.

The skills of soul bones are not suppressed in the City of Slaughter and can be used at will.

The Wolf Fang King's frenzy state could only be the soul skill of the soul bone.

Ning Tianchen's mouth curled up.

Except for Oscar's sausage, any berserk soul skills on the continent have significant side effects.

After fighting with the opponent on the ring for a quarter of an hour, the Wolf Fang King's breath gradually weakened.

Obviously, the validity period of the soul skill has expired!
(End of this chapter)