Douluo: Reincarnation of the Exiled Immortal, a Flute Tune to Send Heroes Away

Chapter 47: Complete consecutive victories and start the road to hell
Twenty games, thirty games, fifty games... He won every game with absolute advantage.

His fame spread quickly in the City of Slaughter, and some people even began to compare him with the King of Slaughter.

Six hours passed.

The Exiled Immortal has completed ninety consecutive victories and is only ten games away from a hundred consecutive victories!
The ground of the killing arena was already flowing like a river of blood, and the strong smell of blood had even turned into mist.

The soul masters who were watching no longer had the passion they had at the beginning, and everyone began to feel fear in their hearts.

"This man is truly a devil!"

"What a terrifying killer!"

"Fortunately, I didn't sign up!" Some of the onlookers gloated.

However, the exiled immortal on the field waited for ten minutes, but the next team did not come in.

Then he frowned slightly and looked up at the King of Slaughter sitting on the dais.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

The King of Slaughter nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal the servant beside him.

The servant understood and left to find the arena manager.

The people on the field were still cheering, waiting to see which unlucky guy would come on stage next.

However, this time, members of the law enforcement team walked onto the viewing platform and forcibly pulled the soul masters who were watching to join the battle.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what it meant!

Everyone panicked and fled in all directions, fearing that they would be caught and forced to participate in the challenge.

However, at this moment, the King of Slaughter appeared on the Slaughter Arena, glanced around, and ordered coldly.

"Everyone who leaves the arena, die!"

The words of the King of Slaughter were like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone!
Is the King of Slaughter going to send them to death? !
"No, Lord King of Slaughter! Please let us live!"

"Yes, yes! Lord King of Slaughter, spare your life!"

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A group of people were crying and begging for mercy, but the King of Slaughter showed no mercy and just stared at them coldly.

None of the people here are treacherous, cruel, and ruthless people. They came here to escape the pursuit of the outside world.

The King of Slaughter didn't want to waste any more time. With a wave of his hand, the person who wanted to escape was blown to pieces.

The Exiled Immortal and the King of Slaughter exchanged a glance without saying anything, waiting quietly for the contestants to enter.

The arena manager, following the order of the King of Slaughter, dragged the captured soul masters into the arena.

A massacre begins!

In the first game, the exiled immortal wins!
In the second game, the exiled immortal wins!
In the third game, the exiled immortal wins!
In the fourth game, the exiled immortal wins!
In the...round, the exiled immortal wins!

……

In the tenth game, the exiled immortal wins!
The exiled immortal simply wiped the blood stains off his clothes, and the strong smell of blood stimulated everyone's brain.

He looked at the King of Slaughter with a faint smile on his lips.

“Thank you very much!”

"How come you are not affected at all after killing so many people?"

The King of Slaughter was full of confusion. Looking at the exiled immortal in front of him, he always felt that something was wrong.

Continuous killing can easily make a person fall into madness and rage, and become a madman who only knows how to kill!

But he saw no violence or madness in the eyes of the exiled immortal.

He is still elegant and gentle.

"Such killing is not worth mentioning in my eyes."

"cut"

The King of Killing curled his lips. This guy has been here for so long and has killed thousands of people.

By the way, the poison hasn’t been completely removed from me yet.

"Hey, wait!"

"What's up!"

The Exiled Immortal turned around and looked at the King of Slaughter with a chuckle.

"You've already achieved a hundred consecutive victories. I can open the road to hell for you at any time. When will the toxins in my body be completely removed?"

The exiled immortal tapped his palms lightly with the jade flute, then smiled slightly.

"I forgot. Let's go to your palace."

The two left the arena and flew to the palace of the King of Slaughter.

The two found a secret room in the Palace of the King of Slaughter. The Exiled Immortal stood behind him, a golden flame rising from his left hand.

Behind him, a huge phoenix shadow slowly rose up and let out a cry.

The True Phoenix, one of the Ten Evils!
The powerful flames were about to burn and devour the surrounding space.

Seeing this true phoenix phantom, the King of Killing's eyes were filled with fear.

What on earth is this terrifying bird?
Something inside him was trembling violently.

"Buzz buzz!"

Bursts of strange sounds were heard, and black smoke surged out of the pores of the King of Killing. The black smoke condensed in mid-air and eventually transformed into a nine-headed bat.

The exiled immortal waved his right hand, and the phantom of the true phoenix quickly approached, raised its head and roared, shocking everyone around.

The nine-headed bat trembled all over, its eyes flickering. It looked at the phantom of the True Phoenix, then at the Exiled Immortal. Its pupils suddenly shrank, and it let out a scream, then quickly fled.

"Want to leave?!"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the exiled immortal's mouth.

The phantom of the True Phoenix flapped its wings and grabbed the nine-headed bat with its claws filled with fire.

Then he swallowed it in one gulp.

"Pfft~"

The nine-headed bat turned into ashes as soon as it entered its stomach, leaving only a ball of pure energy.

The eyes of the King of Slaughter turned black again, and there was no longer any desire to kill in his eyes.

The exiled immortal was just about to release his life force to heal him, but the King of Slaughter waved his hand and looked at him with a happy face.

"Thank you for your help, little friend. I will help you open the road to hell as soon as possible!"

"Thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

Seeing this, the exiled immortal nodded slightly and then left.

The King of Killing was in a good mood and planned to go with the Exiled Immortal and open the Road to Hell by the way.

……

Afterwards, the King of Killing brought the Exiled Immortal to the Killing Arena again.

The exiled immortal glanced at the King of Slaughter beside him. Does that mean the road to hell is here?
The King of Slaughter originally wanted to ask the Exiled Immortal to stay and accompany him to rule the City of Slaughter, but after thinking about the other party's two divine inheritances, he gave up the idea.

He sighed helplessly, spread his blood wings, and flew over the killing city.

Suddenly, lava rolled around the arena.

Except for the King of Killing and the God of Killing, no one has seen the opening of the Hell Road with their own eyes.

Everyone cheered and wanted to be a witness.

However, they don't know that they are just sacrifices to open the road to hell.

The King of Slaughter spoke coldly.

"It is their honor to be the sacrifice that opens the road to hell!"

After saying that, countless bats appeared from all around and attacked the humans on the viewing platform. The scene suddenly became chaotic. Everyone's cheers from the previous second instantly turned into screams, and they continued to avoid the attacks of the bats.

The exiled immortal just stayed there quietly.

Water the arena with the blood of the soul masters of the Slaughter City and open the road to hell!

It was similar to the battle with the evil nest in his previous life.

only.

A battle in the evil nest, planned for several generations, and a piece of flute music killed 200,000 lives!

How can it be compared to the road to hell? !
Over the arena.

The King of Slaughter looked down and looked at the screams, without any mercy in his eyes.

After a while, all the sounds stopped suddenly and turned into white smoke that merged into the statue beside it.

Suddenly the statue's eyes glowed with blood-red light, the King of Slaughter shouted, and the arena platform magic circle opened.

The platform beneath my feet turned into a bottomless hell.

The exiled immortal frowned slightly, and the next second he was sucked into the vortex below.

I heard the last words of the King of Slaughter in a daze.

"Good luck on your road to hell!"

Then everything went dark and the world turned into darkness...

(End of this chapter)