Chapter 63: Rock King Makes Trouble in Hell, the Fear of the King of Slaughter
Chapter 63: Rock King Makes Trouble in Hell, the Fear of the King of Slaughter
Looking at this place, Zhongli actually had a familiar feeling. This place was like a backup of the most original and purest form of any race or civilization.
Indeed, the human world, which has matured enough, cannot accept regression to this state, just like an adult cannot return to childhood. However, sometimes, if pure blood can be preserved, it can also cure the almost irreversible decay and change the sun and moon into a new world.
He couldn't help but think back to the earliest days, when the jade hadn't yet escaped and Qingpu hadn't yet become a ruin. At that time, the immortals hadn't yet come into contact with the world, and they roamed the mountains and forests, and they were so simple and full of blood.
He still remembered that at the beginning, Fushe laughed loudly, drinking wine and chewing the flesh and blood of the hostile demon god, how heroic he was; Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun was so passionate that he died together with the enemy.
At that time, the immortals did not have as many etiquette as in later generations, nor did they understand the rules and regulations of the human world, but they broke through the barriers and brought a strong fresh blood to the crisis-ridden human world. It can even be said that human civilization has truly matured since that time.
Although the humans in that land have entered an era of separation from the immortals, without the leadership of Emperor Geo and the immortals, there would be no glorious Liyue civilization today.
Zhongli's divine consciousness quickly sensed Tang San's presence in the Slaughter City. Tang San had already begun to endure the so-called "test" of the Slaughter City and started an endless frenzy of killing. Zhongli could feel that Tang San at this time seemed to be more insane than in the original novel. In addition to the increasingly deep purple in his eyes, which he was unaware of, the most obvious difference between him and the original novel was his attitude towards "Bloody Mary".
"Continued Cup!"
In a dim tavern, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted in a sharp voice. The other people in the tavern looked at him with a bit of fear in their eyes. The waiter hurriedly brought a large pot of blood-red liquid and placed it on Tang San's table, accidentally spilling a few drops onto Tang San's body.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry!"
The waiter with a greasy face knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.
"Hehe. Excuse me? I think you have ulterior motives. You have a way to die!"
A deep purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes. The next moment, Tang San instantly pulled out a hidden arrow and shot the terrified waiter in the head, splashing blood on the spot.
"Gudong, gudong."
Tang San drank the contents of the bright red cup in big gulps, then burped loudly, kicked the waiter's body away, and strode out of the tavern.
"I feel better than ever! How long has it been since I've experienced such a speed of soul power improvement? Combined with the dreams I have when I sleep, it won't be long before I can reach the level of a five-ring soul king. It's a pity that there are no soul beasts in this place that can help me level up."
Tang San licked his scarlet lips and said.
Zhongli shook his head and stopped paying attention to Tang San. He flew directly to the deepest part of the Slaughter City, to the center of the main city, to the palace-like building built in the Slaughter City.
"who?"
Sensing the aura that Zhongli deliberately released, a man with blood-red hair flew out of the palace and looked at Zhongli in shock.
In this place, this person can actually fly just like me? In the history of our Killing City, I don't remember ever having such a "killing god"!
Moreover, this person did not have the familiar cold murderous aura, but only a sense of calmness. The King of Slaughter was very slender and looked a bit like Tang San and Tang Hao. However, his eyes and hair were a strange dark red.
"Should I call you the King of Slaughter, or the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King?"
Zhongli looked at the man opposite him, his amber eyes seemed to be able to see through his inner being, and said.
"Who are you? Were you sent by that adult?"
The King of Slaughter on the opposite side was completely terrified. He stepped back and asked in a slightly trembling voice.
As the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, it was originally the top existence in the entire Slaughter City. In a sense, it could even be said to be a follower of a god. The ordinary hundred thousand year soul beasts in the outside world were not its opponents. Moreover, it had seized the body of such a powerful Extreme Douluo by chance.
In this world, besides the real God, what other existence is there that can see through its true form at a glance?
It had always believed that it had been staying in the City of Slaughter, operating its territory honestly, and had never done anything that would displease the gods. Could it be that the gods were already dissatisfied because no "God of Slaughter" with the qualifications had been born for so long?
It didn't think that the master was dissatisfied with it taking over its current body. If it hadn't been for the master's permission, how could it have made such a move? From the beginning, the self-proclaimed powerful human was never favored by the master. There was no point in forcing people to kill indiscriminately in the Killing City with the strength of level 99.
It is worth mentioning that this family seemed to be fighting with the Slaughter City, and they all came to the Slaughter City to "gild themselves". First, the man's grandson came, and recently the man's great-grandson also came, and each one was more crazy than the other. In its opinion, the boy was not far from complete depravity.
It was even considering whether to arrange for its three-headed nephew to take over the body of this boy as well, so that they would form a perfect pair.
"I was not sent by the person you mentioned, and I have nothing to do with him. However, I am indeed here to take over the City of Slaughter. This place has its reasons for existence, but it needs repairs."
He shook his head and said lightly.
"Take over? Repair? Humph, what a big tone. Are you provoking that adult?"
The tone of the King of Slaughter suddenly became hostile. Hearing Zhongli admit that he had nothing to do with that adult, the fear in the King of Slaughter's heart also subsided a little. Instead, there was a hostility towards outsiders.
Slaughter City, I have managed this ironclad empire for so many years with great difficulty. You say you want to take over?
"Humph!"
A red light flashed in the King of Killing's eyes, and a pair of blood-red bat wings spread out behind him, emitting an extremely strong bloody smell.
"It's a pity. You have managed the City of Slaughter for so long, but the person behind you has not brought you anything."
Zhongli sighed and said, In his opinion, the King of Slaughter, as the agent of that being, helping him to manage the inheritance of the gods, is really too weak.
That's right, he was too weak. The great priest of Sea God Island, Poseidon, was a peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine, with eight black and one red spirit rings. The great priest of Spirit Hall, even if he was an angel god, should have fallen long ago. His strength was not much less than Poseidon's, and he was also at the peak of human strength.
Look at this King of Killing.
(End of this chapter)