Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 44 Ghost Ring
The originally black ghost tower suddenly turned red, and a blood light shot up into the sky, penetrating the dome of the earth, straight into the sky, and even penetrating the space where the ghost town was located.

The blood light shot up into the sky, illuminating even the Killing City in the distance. After a while, the blood light that shot up into the sky disappeared.

"What is this?" Seeing the blood light rising into the sky, everyone in the City of Slaughter was moved. This scene was too shocking. There was no doubt that something strange had happened in the deepest part of the eastern part of the City of Slaughter!
"Could it be that some treasure left behind by the legendary hundred-level strong man is about to be unveiled?" Seeing this scene, the soul master who had heard the rumor that the City of Slaughter was left behind by a hundred-level strong man who had become a god could not help but say with emotion.

There are three types of soul masters who come to the City of Slaughter. One type is to avoid being hunted by the outside world, the second type is like Tang Hao who comes to obtain the realm of the God of Killing, and the third type is naturally those who enter through formal methods.

Now suddenly blood rushed into the sky, as if once again verifying the rumor that the hundred-level strong man had left behind a treasure.

The patrolling Terror Knight Scott also witnessed this scene. His pupils trembled as he exclaimed in astonishment, "That kid, it must have been the same kid from seven days ago! My god, it made such a big fuss, I'd be surprised if the King of Slaughter didn't know about it!"

The black-armored soldier behind Scott looked up at the sky. At this moment, the sky of the entire world seemed to be covered by a huge red net, with no edge in sight.

Although they all knew that the world was vast and contained more than just the City of Slaughter, this was the first time they had seen such a change.

At this time, in a secret place in the City of Slaughter, there was a palace. The palace was surrounded by hot magma, as if the palace existed underground.

In front of the huge palace, one soldier in black armor was sitting cross-legged. There was no doubt that these were the law enforcers of the City of Slaughter. Every law enforcer had his eyes closed and was sleeping, their weapons on their knees, their backs straight, sitting cross-legged and sleeping.

Of course, they are not sleeping, they are cultivating their soul power. These law enforcers are all loyal to the King of Slaughter and are residents of the City of Slaughter.

On a throne at the innermost part of the palace, a tall figure sat on the throne. There was only faint candlelight inside the palace. In the darkness, his appearance could not be seen clearly. One could only vaguely see that this person was wearing dark red armor and had a huge magic sword in his hand.

There is no doubt that the only person who can sit on the throne is the King of Killing.

"Ok?"

The King of Killing, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate space, and he looked towards the east with a sharp gaze, which was the direction of the ghost town.

"This!! This is, something strange has happened in the ghost town!" One of the people under the throne of the King of Killing exclaimed in surprise. There has never been any strange change in the ghost town for thousands of years.

"Could it be that they broke free from the seal?"

"Could it be related to the seventh God of Killing?!" When talking about the God of Killing, the voice of one of the female soul masters in armor trembled a little.

"In this world, if there's anyone who can truly threaten the Slaughter City, it's definitely not the Spirit Hall, but the God of Slaughter. Those who have passed through the Hell Road can still use their spirit skills within the Slaughter City."

Buzz! At this moment, the massive magic sword at Slaughter City's hand suddenly emitted a piercing chirping sound. Waves of killing intent surged from the magic sword, and a surge of fighting spirit erupted from it.

Feeling the fighting spirit of this ancient divine weapon, the King of Slaughter immediately understood something. The only person who could make the sword of God Shura emit fighting spirit was God Rakshasa, the greatest rival of God Shura's life.

"Someone has started the Rakshasa Divine Test." A strange color flashed in the eyes of the King of Killing. He slowly stood up from the throne, grabbed the hilt of the magic sword and pulled it out.

Seeing the King of Slaughter drawing his sword, everyone present, including the black-armored warriors who were sleeping and practicing outside the palace, opened their eyes at the same time. They woke up from their slumber at the same time, stood up and knelt on one knee. Even though there were many Titled Douluo among them, in the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter was absolute, and he was the king of everyone!

With a loud bang, the King of Slaughter, clutching a massive demonic sword, stomped his foot on the ground, and shot towards the direction of the red light like a cannonball.

Seeing the King of Slaughter charge ahead, all the law enforcers followed closely behind, rushing towards Ghost City. Meanwhile, Tang San, the instigator, was completely bewildered, utterly unaware of what was happening outside.

Originally, accepting the assessment meant accepting the assessment. The divine consciousness left by the gods would judge based on talent and other conditions, and then give corresponding assessments. However, due to the death of the Rakshasa god, the stone statue lost its divine consciousness, which eventually led to the mutation.

The red beam of light brought Tang San a very strange feeling, as if something in his body was touched. Then, three square red light curtains appeared out of thin air and appeared in front of him.

"It seems that it is just as mother said. The limit of Rakshasa God is only three tests, no more." Tang San shrugged. If there is no test, then there is no test. Don't force it if it is not destined.

Before Tang San could think more, these light screens had already floated directly into the emblem on the back of his hand like red meteors. As the red light sank in, the pattern on the back of Tang San's hand changed, and three more marks appeared.

Suddenly, along with the red light drifting in, a huge amount of information poured directly into his mind. After understanding the content, Tang San frowned: "Huh?! This is!"

After the red light floated in, all the abnormalities naturally disappeared.

Seeing the test light disappear, Hong Yan immediately walked up to Tang San and asked worriedly: "Son, are you okay?"

???

Tang San was puzzled and asked, "Should something happen to me? What happened?"

Finding her son hadn't noticed at all, Hong Yan pointed at the Rakshasa Spirit behind Tang San and said, "Look for yourself."

Tang San naturally did not take back his second martial soul. After all, he was going to accept the Rakshasa trial. When Tang San turned around to look at the Rakshasa martial soul behind him, he was stunned where he was.

Soul ring!

A soul ring appeared on his Rakshasa martial soul!

Moreover, the color of that soul ring is white!

White, the lowest level color, a ten-year soul ring, or to be more precise, even a one-year soul ring is white.

This was also the first time Hongyan had seen such a situation. Just now, the Ghost Tower had changed strangely, and countless white lights came from all directions, and finally condensed into a soul ring.

God-given soul ring, Hong Yan knew that this kind of trial was coming. This was one of the highest-level rewards. The soul ring was directly bestowed by the power of God. The soul ring would form according to the limit of the soul master, and could even form a hundred thousand year soul ring.

But, Bai Shi, this is bullshit! My son hasn’t even finished his exams yet, how could he possibly get a reward?
However, when he saw his white spirit ring, Tang San was not surprised at all, because the appearance of this spirit ring just matched his divine test.

"Mother, this is not a soul beast's soul ring, it's a ghost ring."

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