Chapter 67 If you want to practice magical skills, you must first commit suicide

"I want to see the King of Slaughter!"

In front of the palace of the former Slaughter City, now the "Red Star Palace", Tang San looked at the woman in black veil in front of him with a cold face and said.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you? Did you make an appointment in advance? Also, now that the King of Slaughter is gone, you should address him as 'Lord Tianshu'."

The woman in black veil answered very politely.

".No. Can I make an appointment now? Then when should I come?"

Tang San resisted the urge to rip the woman's throat open, suppressed his killing intent, and asked calmly.

"If you make an appointment now, tomorrow afternoon at 3 o'clock. Wait."

The black-veiled woman's expression suddenly changed slightly. Then, she looked at Tang San, bowed, and said, "Lord Tianshu invites you now. Please follow me."

Tang San's mood immediately improved, and he followed the woman in black veil into the "Red Star Palace".

Led by the woman, Tang San walked into a rather plain-looking office. The former King of Slaughter, now wearing a red tasseled feather hat, a blue kirin-patched robe, and a braided blood-red hair, was wearing a very different outfit from before. He was holding a blood-stained pen and reviewing a batch of documents.

"sit down."

The King of Slaughter pointed to a seat opposite him and said. Tang San hesitated for a moment, but still sat in front of the King of Slaughter.

"I wonder what brings you here to see me?"

The former King of Slaughter, now Tianshu Star, slowly opened an exquisite ceramic painted lid, picked up a small teacup, took a sip of the steaming Bloody Mary, and asked.

"I don't want to sign that contract and join the Thousand Rocks Army. But I want to leave the City of Slaughter. Has the previous 'Path to the God of Slaughter' really come to an end?"

Tang San looked at Tianshu Star and asked seriously.

The hell killing field, which had never been short of people before, has now become much quieter. The competition here is still being held, but the number of participants is far less than before. Even now, even the rules of the competition have changed a little, becoming more like a normal fighting arena, no longer a crazy battle that must determine life and death.

If this continued, how long would it take to complete the "Hundred Victories"? Moreover, could the "Hundred Victories" after this rule change really open the hell road to leave the Slaughter City? Tang San had no idea.

"Winning 100 battles in the killing field of hell will qualify you to enter the road to hell. This was the old rule, but it has now been abolished. This involutionary approach will only greatly consume the vitality of our comrades and will not be conducive to preserving strength for future holy wars."

Tianshuxing shook his head and said.

After a game, several people will die on average, and they have to win 100 games in a row. Theoretically, if a killing god is born, the number of people he kills will be astronomical. Most of the population in the history of the Killing City was actually consumed in this hell killing field that devours life.
Tang San's expression instantly became extremely ugly.

"But, if you want, the road to hell can be opened for you now. In the future, few people will go to the road to hell anyway. Are you sure you want to set foot on the road to hell?"

Tianshuxing looked at Tang San and continued. Tang San's eyes instantly flashed with ecstasy, and he nodded vigorously. "I'm sure. Let me go!"

"Okay. Then just follow me."

One year after the transformation of the City of Slaughter, the "Immortal Army" was officially established on the outskirts of Tiandou City, with eight awe-inspiring battle flags fluttering.

The Thousand Rocks Army now has 30,000 soldiers, and the number is still growing rapidly. The 1,500 soldiers standing behind the eight battle flags are the most courageous, idealistic and conscious elites among the 30,000 soldiers. Although they have been in the outside world for less than a year, they have already made a great contribution to the cause of the holy war.

Now, there were 1,500 people and 500 soul beasts standing on the parade ground. In addition to the warriors selected from the Qianyan Army, there were also real soul beasts joining the immortals. Most of them came from the Far North, and a small number were naturalized from other soul beast forests. They all carried a brave aura.

"These two thousand immortal soldiers are enough to rival the 500,000-strong army of the Xing Luo Empire!"

Qian Renxue, wearing bright silver armor, looked at the murderous army in front of her and said with some emotion.

The Immortal Army in front of her, with its strict formation and neat and solemn formation, was not necessarily superior to the Royal Knights of the Tiandou Empire. However, the fierce murderous aura honed from countless life-and-death battles, the simplicity and heroism that disregarded life and death, and the spirit of martial arts above all else were not possessed by any army she had ever seen.

Perhaps, this is not a temperament that humans can possess, and this is the so-called "difference between immortals and mortals."

"Such an army is indeed powerful enough to dominate the Douluo Continent. Even those usurpers in this world, the so-called 'gods', will sooner or later be shaken by such a force."

A tall man in a blue suit and holding a scepter with a blue handle said this with some emotion.

"Hey, this is the iron army that our Li Shi has established. How extraordinary is it? Even you, the military advisor, I wonder if you can put your skills to good use."

A fat man with a fawning look smiled and said, standing slightly behind Zhongli.

This fat man turned out to be Ma Hongjun, one of the Shrek Seven Devils. He later became a student of the Tiandou Royal Second Soul Master Academy, joined the Tiandou Team Three, and participated in the Continental Youth Soul Master Fighting Competition.

Just before, after a lot of suffering and struggle, Ma Hongjun secretly found Zhongli and cried about his situation. He said that he couldn't bear the evil fire in his body any more, but he didn't dare to do anything to the girls around him, so he asked Zhongli to show him a way out.

Zhongli sighed helplessly and gave him a cultivation heart sutra called "Rainbow Treasure Book". Zhongli told Ma Hongjun that practicing according to this heart sutra would not only solve the problem of evil fire, but also greatly improve the speed of cultivation. From then on, he would truly soar to the sky.

However, there is a small price to pay for practicing this technique.

"If you want to practice magical skills, you must first castrate yourself."

After hesitating for a long time, Ma Hongjun finally made up his mind. After that night, he began to practice and finally felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
"So, it turns out that this is what it feels like to not be troubled by evil fire!"

Ma Hongjun let out a comfortable moan in the dormitory, but his voice became a little sharper than before.

Of course, Zhongli had also told him that if this Heart Sutra was cultivated to the highest level of "all things grow, heaven and man are born", it would be possible to truly coordinate yin and yang, and even repair limbs. Therefore, in Ma Hongjun's heart, everything was now for the sake of cultivation.

(End of this chapter)

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