After hearing the question raised by the person in front of him, Tang Hao, whose clothes were still so sloppy, couldn't help but sneer.

"Haha... It's not difficult to be confused, but I can't hide it from that woman. She will definitely find out whether it was an accident or a victim."

"Could it be that she you are talking about is Bibi Dong, another killing god from the Killing City many years ago, and now the female pope of Wuhun Palace?"

This was a skinny man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, and extremely small eyes, like two mung beans. His clothes were as sloppy as Tang Hao's, as if they hadn't been washed for decades, and he looked extremely wretched.

The wretched man has a emaciated figure like a bamboo pole. Although he can be blown down by a gust of wind, he is not a weakling. He exudes the soul power fluctuations of an Eight-ringed Contra.

Such strength.

He can be considered a strong man in the outside world, but unfortunately, after entering the Killing City, this invisible prison dedicated to holding evil soul masters, it is basically impossible for him to get out again.

"Yes, the soul-eating spider emperor, the death spider emperor, the twin martial soul owners, and the death spider emperor have martial soul talents that can accurately find out why the deceased died."

Tang Hao looked very wary. He was wary and afraid of this woman. He was wary of her strength. He was afraid that if she had the power, she could easily crush him to death.

The other party's soul power was level 99, and he was one of the three peerless Douluo in the world. However, at his peak, he was just a minor character who had never even reached level 97 soul power.

"Hahaha... I still remember that back then, she directly killed through the city of killing. Even the king of killing had to give her three points in the end. Such a noble existence may not necessarily care about these ants.

die......"

The wretched man smiled, and his expression gradually became serious.

He thought of Bibi Dong, the God of Killing who walked out of the City of Slaughter, and how ruthless, cruel and murderous she was, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"But I don't dare to gamble, risk my life." Tang Hao said calmly.

"I heard from the new person that your son Tang San died in his hands." A smile appeared on the corner of the wretched man's mouth.

"He is not my son." Tang Hao said without caring.

"Oh, interesting. Is that 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor a slut?" the wretched man asked curiously.

"It has nothing to do with her. Although she is a bitch, she is not a slut. Tang San does have my bloodline in his body and has inherited my Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit." Tang Hao shook his head and said.

"Then why do you say he's not..." The wretched man looked confused.

"There was something wrong with the soul in his body. When he was about one year old, Xiaosan had a high fever. When he woke up, his whole person changed. It can be said that he became a completely different person." Tang Hao said calmly.

If he suddenly becomes well-behaved and sensible, and knows how to cook and take care of himself, he can forcefully convince himself that his son became sensible earlier.

But......

In the early morning, when the sun was rising, Tang San secretly ran to the hillside behind the Holy Soul Village to practice the Xuantian Technique and the Purple Demon Eye.

this moment.

Tang Hao completely understood that his son was no longer here, and the person occupying his son's body now was simply a villain who didn't know where he came from.

But Tang Hao couldn't explain it clearly, he could only silently watch as Tang San practiced the so-called Xuantian Kung Fu, the Purple Demon Eyes, the Mysterious Jade Hand, and secretly forged various dangerous hidden weapons.

In fact, more than once he wanted to slap Tang San to death, the villain who had taken over his son's body.

But considering that he had been within the blue silver domain of Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin and could not hide every move from her, he finally gave up the idea of ​​​​slapping Tang San to death.

"No wonder you didn't feel any pain after learning that your biological son was dead. It turns out that your son was already dead a long time ago, and now this dead Tang San is just an outsider occupying a magpie's nest." The wretched man

Suddenly enlightened.

"Okay, Lao Hu, let's not talk nonsense anymore. It's time for me to return to Douluo Continent. I hope that when I come here next time, you, the old immortal, are not dead yet."

Finished.

Tang Hao directly picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank all the scarlet wine in one gulp.

The wine was completely scarlet and looked strange.

But it has a nice name.

Bloody Mary.

It is composed of human blood mixed with an unknown highly toxic alcohol. It is spicy and irritating in the mouth, but it can calm the uncontrollable murderous aura in the heart.

Bloody Mary is indeed a poisonous drink, and it can even be addictive.

But living in a strange place like the Killing City, where there is no sunlight all day long, without Bloody Mary to reconcile the yin and yang in the body, most evil soul masters would have died long ago.

They are just mortals. Soul masters who have not surpassed the ninetieth level of soul power are not even considered extraordinary beings. How can they survive in a place full of negative forces for a long time.

Perhaps in other places, Bloody Mary is indeed a well-deserved poison, a chronic and addictive poison, but in the killing city, it is an indispensable life-saving medicine.

"Tang Hao, you want to leave...could it be said that you have regained your strength?"

The wretched man Lao Hu looked shocked. He knew that when this man came to the Killing City for the second time, his soul power fluctuated only about that of a seven-ring soul saint.

Although he didn't know what happened to Tang Hao to turn the former Haotian Douluo into what he is now, he didn't expect that his strength would recover so quickly.

"The City of Killing is a good place. With the help of the soul power rewards from the Killing Arena, my strength has now returned to level ninety." Tang Hao explained calmly.

Killing Arena, this is a arena full of sin and blood.

In this arena.

People are dying every moment, and people are cheering every moment.

No one cares about the dead. On the arena of the Killing Arena, scarlet blood flows on the ground, silently flowing along the ravines into an unknown darkness.

But if someone successfully survives in the Killing Arena, the winner will receive a portion of the soul power reward of the deceased.

Tang Hao was like this, holding the Clear Sky Hammer and kept killing, killing no one knows how many people. He finally recovered as before.

Although the lost soul bones cannot be recovered, now, his soul power level has finally returned to level 90.

"Well, for you, this is indeed the case. After winning a hundred victories in the Killing Arena, you are one of the few Gods of Killing who has passed through the Hell Road of the Killing City. You can freely enter and leave the Killing City. Unlike me, who came in

After that, there is no chance to go out." Lao Hu, a wretched man, sighed.

"Stop pretending to me, you have already won hundreds of consecutive victories in the Killing Arena, it's just that you don't have the confidence to go for it." Tang Hao said calmly.

Regarding Tang Hao's words.

Lao Hu, a wretched man, doesn't have any impulsive thoughts. He knows very well that with his ability, it is basically impossible to pass the road to hell with no return.

"I am self-aware. If I stay, I will just not be able to get out. But I can still live for a while and go through the hell road of the killing city. Basically, there will be no life."

"For decades, I have become accustomed to the city of killings, and I am used to fighting and killing. Anyway, evil soul masters have always poured into this ghost place and become our resources."

The wretched man Lao Hu revealed a cruel reality, that is, those evil soul masters with low strength are actually the qualifications for powerful evil soul masters like them.

If necessary, go to the Killing Arena to kill a few low-level evil soul masters, exchange for some Bloody Mary, and spend a few months safely.

That's right.

It means using the big to bully the small, or using the strong to bully the weak.

Do you think this is unfair?

Are you talking about fairness with the evil soul master?

Unfortunately.

The City of Slaughter is a place where there is no fairness. The King of Slaughter does not care about fairness. He only cares about killing. The more brutal the killing, the more he likes it.

Of course, not all evil soul masters are in the city of killing.

Some stupid young people thought this place was very interesting and asked the evil soul master who knew how to enter the Killing City to bring them in. They wanted to see this magical place.

It is undeniable that some people are deceived.

But once you're in, there's no turning back.

"I have to say that the Wuhun Palace has contributed a lot to the influx of so many evil soul masters into the Killing City. Otherwise, these desperate evil soul masters would not have escaped into the Killing City where they had no way out.

Place." Tang Hao sneered.

He doesn't care about evil soul masters, he is an evil soul master himself.

It's just that I am disgusted by Wuhundian and hate the other party's righteous behavior.

"well...."

The wretched man Lao Hu sighed heavily and did not answer Tang Hao's words.

See the situation.

Tang Hao didn't say much nonsense. He patted his old friend's shoulder, stood up and left without looking back, completely ignoring the killing cries that were disturbing the killing arena behind him.

"Kill, kill, kill him."

"This batch of newcomers is not good, but only one of them survived."

"Isn't this normal? Unless you are really gifted and have a powerful martial soul, otherwise in this world where you cannot use soul skills and can only use soul power and martial souls, you are just a chicken waiting to be slaughtered."

"In the City of Killing, no one is allowed in but no one is allowed to leave. Over the past few hundred years, only Tang Hao and the female pope of Wuhun Palace have successfully passed through the road to hell and become the God of Killing in the City of Killing. They can enter and exit the City of Killing freely.

"

"It's not just the two of them. I heard that there was also a man who used the Clear Sky Hammer, but that happened a long time ago. I don't know if he ever made it through hell."

"Of course not. He died a long time ago. Is it possible... that he can still become the king of killing who dominates the killing city?"

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To be continued...