The Road to Hell

　In the 2638th year of the Douluo calendar, Qianshui had been dragged into the City of Slaughter for nearly two years.

　　Especially in the last match, since his record was so exaggerated and no one had participated in the battle for nearly half a year, everyone knew that as long as he won one more game, this plague god could be sent away.

　　But no one will come to die!

　　"The past is a foregone conclusion, we can still work hard on today, but we don't know what the future holds~"

　　Standing on the 100th hell killing field, Qianshui shook his head gently. The last game had finally arrived.

　　"Let's make it quick and decisive!"

　　"Hmph! Devil Singer! You are very strong! But don't think you can get 100 wins so easily!"

　　The nine people on the opposite side are not weak hands. It can be said that each of them is above the Soul Saint. I don't know why they were gathered together to stop Qianshui.

　　"Victory? Killing as many people as possible is also called victory, right?"

　　To conquer the enemy without fighting is the best victory, while to capture cities and territory, and kill people to enhance one's prestige is the worst victory.

　　Qianshui understood the matters of military strategy. Perhaps it was the inherent arrogance of the flower-growing family. Conquering the person was not the ultimate goal. They always wanted to convince others and win their hearts in order to achieve complete victory.

　　"But I can't do it! At least I can't do it here! So... let's end this boring journey here!"

　　The momentum rose, and the violent murderous aura swept across the entire killing field.

　　"Devil singer!" "We will win!" "We will win!!"

　　"Grass! It's a plant!"

　　Qianshui doesn't sing often anymore, but she is still given a nickname, and the nickname "Devil" Qianshui is added.

　　"Those who don't want to die! Get out of the killing field!"

　　Qianshui shouted sternly that this was his last mercy. The opening of the road to hell would sacrifice them all, and if they didn't go, they would just be waiting to die.

　　"Brothers, come on together!"

　　"Will it be useful if we do it together?"

　　The soul came out of the body, and the blood-red murderous aura stained by the killing seemed to permeate the slightly transparent soul.

　　This time Qianshui did not do any testing, verification, or hold back. His Yuan Shen wrapped his whole body and attached itself to his heart. The Dark Gold Claws were activated!

　　There was no screaming because it was too late!

　　Soul attacks that ignore defense; physical attacks that have extraordinary armor-piercing abilities; extraordinary speed advantage.

　　Every time the swing was made, one person's body was separated, until the ninth time!

　　"Instant Kill..."

　　The audience outside the stadium were all stunned; they didn't even see clearly what happened.

　　In short, after many years, the road to hell is about to open again!

　　Qianshui was not happy at all, only anxious and cold killing intent. His cultivation would not stop growing because of the level limit, but would only become stronger.

　　The original purpose of cultivating immortals is to be moderate and peaceful. If you follow the steps, it will be fine. But if you go off the beaten track, the consequences will be obvious.

　　At this moment, he himself felt an increasingly uncontrollable desire to kill, and he was increasingly enjoying the rapid absorption of soul power brought about by the soul power feedback of the City of Slaughter. This kind of relaxation and pleasure was too exciting.

　　"Once people get used to simplicity, they will not do more complicated things. If power is not obtained with difficulty, how can we respect it?"

　　Buddha is originally Tao, devil is originally Tao, monster is originally Tao!

　　No matter what kind of practice, it is essentially an ultimate destination. Since the path does not matter at all, why is there a distinction between Buddha and devil? Does whoever has the bigger fist have the right to define?

　　It's a matter of scale!

　　What you gain through hard work is always yours. It is not appropriate to quickly acquire strength from the outside world. In the end, it still takes time to digest. It seems faster, but what about the digestion time? What about other hidden dangers? Is this really right?

　　Qianshui's doubts run through the whole process. This is a habit that can't be changed no matter where you are. How many pitfalls can you avoid by getting to the bottom of things? These are all lessons learned from blood and tears in the previous life.

　　If it were the Conferred Gods, Qianshui would definitely choose to lock himself up in the cave and recite the Huangting Sutra quietly at this moment. Such a rush of reason and the loss of rationality is a sign of being contaminated by calamity!

　　"Congratulations, young demon singer." A deep and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

　　The murderous aura released from Qianshui actually poured back the moment the voice sounded and was pressed back into his body. Qianshui's face suddenly turned pale.

　　Before seeing the person, Qianshui had already felt the explosive energy in the person's body! "Such a sense of oppression... Tang Chen?"

　　The atmosphere in the Hell Killing Field suddenly reached its peak, because in midair, a blood-red figure was falling from the sky. "King of Killing, King of Killing, King of Killing..." The shouts made the fallen ones hoarse, but they had no intention of stopping.

　　Qianshui felt a chill in his heart and looked towards the scarlet figure in the air.

　　"This is the Nine-Headed Bat King! ! ?"

With Qianshui's current true cultivation level, he can already feel the extreme mismatch between his body and soul. Ke Tangchen's invincible figure still makes him extremely alert.

　　Now he could only use the "First Kill" to kill the Nine-headed Bat King at the risk of dying together with his partner, and who dared to say that it was not lurking in secret?

　　I'm afraid Qianshui's two moves have long been known to him clearly! Even when facing She Long's blood-piercing Qianshui did not feel such pressure.

　　But those who were above him in the world were already Super Douluo, and he didn't even take the strengthened Qian Renxue seriously. Such arrogance brought him a wake-up call from the King of Slaughter, which made him shrink back.

　　"I am very happy to witness the birth of a strong man in the killing field today. The 100% victory that has not been seen in decades has been demonstrated in this young man.

　　They rely on their powerful strength and terrifying murderous aura to make you tremble, right? My people. "

　　"Yes, yes, yes."

　　The King of Slaughter seems to have a unique charm that causes all the fallen to develop an almost crazy worship after seeing him.

　　From him, Qianshui could smell a faint sweet and fishy smell, which was somewhat intoxicating. Unfortunately, for him, there was such an effect, but he consciously suppressed it.

　　Many times, willpower is something as simple as ignoring fatigue and requiring only interest.

　　To suppress this aura, one only needs to be disgusted by the smell of blood, just like Qianshui has never drunk human blood.

　　(It tastes terrible! No sugar is added! How delicious would it be if it was made into duck blood vermicelli soup? It's so delicious when you drink it directly! - Qianshui Douluo)

　　The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Qianshui, "Demon Singer.

　　Yum, very good.

　　In order to commend your achievements, I have decided to make an exception and grant you the title of God of Killing! From now on, you can enter and leave the City of Killing at your own will. And you will be hired as a guest of the City of Killing under me. "

　　Listening to the déjà vu report, Qianshui could hardly suppress his complaining spirit.

　　"No thanks, I don't like going beyond the rules."

　　The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed, and a strong red light burst out from his eyes.

　　His evaluation of Qianshui has already gone beyond the scope. Bibi Dong and Tang Hao back then were far inferior to him. Qianshui, who has the ability to fly, would probably be able to walk on the Hell Road as easily as on flat ground!

　　But he still had some fantasies.

　　"I'm afraid you don't know the horror of Hell Road. Devil Singer, I hope you understand that people only have one life."

　　"Don't bother with that. If you don't want my teacher to settle accounts with you and Sha Lu, you can just chop me up. You can't be unaware of the purpose of my coming here!"

　　'Lift up Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the God of Death, it's very useful! '

　　Qianshui was reckless and made the King of Killing helpless.

　　But he couldn't really kill Qianshui. Bibi Dong's aura had appeared once more than a year ago, and it was so strong that it seemed as if she was deliberately announcing her presence. And she was in the same room with Qianshui at that time.

　　"In that case, you can take a walk on the Hell Road. It will be a good trip.

　　If you can pass the test of the road to hell and become the new generation of the God of Death, please give my regards to your elders. "

　　The tone of the King of Slaughter obviously became extremely cold. As long as Qianshui moved, Hell Road would never be able to stop him. He had to make his own judgment on this.

　　A thick red mist was suddenly released from the King of Slaughter, and the huge aura forced Qianshui to use all his soul power to defend.

　　"Is this the aura of a Rakshasa? Is this evil?"

　　This is pure malice, which makes Qianshui have a more specific understanding of evil. At least it is not just as simple as murderous intent!

　　'Kindness really warms the heart!'

　　If kindness is as simple as being helped up when you fall.

　　Then evil feeds on pain, and even after you fall, you will be forced to watch as it rips you open and tortures you brutally!

　　The fallen ones sitting in the audience were all incredibly excited, and they all wanted to see the road to hell open.

　　However, what they didn't know was that their lives had come to an end.

　　Except for the God of Death and the King of Slaughter, no one has ever seen the Road to Hell opened, because everyone who has seen it is dead.

　　In other words, they all became sacrifices to open the road to hell!

　　"Is the melon from this place so delicious? Bury it with me."