~： Five hundred and twenty-nine. The first battle of the Slaughter City

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Withdrawing his gaze looking at Hu Liena's slender figure, Yang Ming followed the black gauze girl with his hands behind him.

About the time of a cup of tea, a magnificent building appeared in front of it. The overall appearance is an irregular conical building with a large area underneath, and the area narrows as it goes up, reaching a height of almost 30 meters above the ground. It kept the same diameter and extended upward until it reached a height of fifty meters.

From a distance, it looks like a twisted pyramid.

Ancient and deep.

Looking over, this **** killing field covers a large area, not as close as Soto's Great Arena of Souls, but it's not as good as the Great Arena of Souls in Sky Dou City.

The overall architectural style of the Killing Fields of Hell is dark. The deep pitch black seems to be able to absorb all the light of the world. It feels very uncomfortable intuitively, like a huge corpse landfill. Smelling a looming **** smell, it blended into the surrounding air naturally.

Yang Ming found that the people who came here were accustomed to this kind of light **** smell, even the black yarn girl who led the team in front.

The Hell Killing Field is located in the center of the killing capital.

The four vertical and eight horizontal roads lead to various places in the killing capital. There are more and more pedestrians on the road, and the aura entrained on each person is more brutal, like a beast ready to go, trying to choose people and eat.

Perceiving Yang Ming's gaze, many people glared back at Yang Ming and looked at their cruel expressions. If it weren't for Yang Ming to follow the guide by his side, maybe they would definitely not allow Yang Ming to do so because of the character of their violent brother. Looking unscrupulously.

Even so, these unscrupulous murderers also "sayed hello" to Yang Ming in their own way, either wiped their throats, barked their teeth, or sneered.

I have to say that the folk customs here are really "simple"!

Seeing Yang Ming walking all the way, she looked indifferent, and the corners of the black yarn girl's mouth twitched slightly.

She had never seen such a bold person!

Didn't he know that in the ghost place of the killing capital, newcomers need to keep a low profile?

You are so high-profile, is it too long to live?

Taking a deep breath, the black gauze girl suppressed the urge to complain and kindly reminded:

"Please pay attention. Your unscrupulous behavior has left an impression in the minds of many old people. Later, if you enter the **** killing field to compete, you will easily be targeted by them."

"It doesn't matter."

Yang Ming's face was as calm and calm as ever, and he didn't seem to pay attention to the murderers who seem to have killed countless outsiders.

It is going to rain, and my mother is going to get married.

Seeing Yang Ming's death like this, the black gauze girl glared at Yang Ming irritably, and did not continue to remind her kindly. Even in her eyes, the handsome young man in front of her might be able to enter the **** killing field later. It is still a problem to come out completely.

The black veil girl's face became cold, and she returned to her former cold look, and mechanically conscientiously said:

"After you go in, sign up with your own ID card and wait for the game to start. During the waiting period, no hands are allowed. There are ten people in each group entering the killing field. No matter what method you use, as long as you can finally Just walk out alive, and there is only one person in each group who can come out alive."

"If you can participate in a hundred games, you will be able to win the championship, but up to now, the number one in the **** killing field has only participated in 67 games. Every time you participate in a game, your identity card will be With one more victory, you can live here for another year, and you can have fun in the inner city. Of course, you have to make sure that you can live after having fun."

"Then, good luck to you."

Abandoning these words coldly, the black veil girl stepped back blankly.

Yang Ming smiled lightly and waved at the black gauze girl, without taking away any cloud, calmly stepping into the killing fields of hell.

As soon as he walked into the killing fields of hell, the sense of sight from the inner city and outer city once again flooded into Yang Ming's eyes.

Between the world and the earth, there are endless negative emotions, most of them are involved in the underground, leading to the unknown depths, but the remaining half, without wasting, flooded into the contestants and spectators, and they The ugliest side in the depths of the heart was revealed.

As soon as the eyes flickered, Yang Ming regained clarity in his eyes.

Breaking free from the killing mood, Yang Ming looked around and found that the inside of the killing field in the **** looked simpler than the outside, without any isolation.

The periphery is a circle of grandstands extending upward. Below is a huge empty field with a diameter of hundreds of square meters. At this time, there are not many people watching the game. The huge field is only less than 20%. If the field is full, it is estimated to be It can accommodate thousands of people at the same time.

Scenes of human tragedies are being staged in the venue.

Ten murderers from the North and South of the Douluo Continent Before they entered the killing capital, they might be tailors, accountants, carpenters, blacksmiths, and butlers outside, but at this moment, they seem to be here. In the wide but narrow killing cage, there is no difference between them, just to be able to see tomorrow... Oh, forget, there is no sun, only the purple inlaid on the top of the head. month.

There is really a sense of irony inexplicably.

There was no nonsense and no unnecessary actions. The ten assailants just took the blood-stained weapon and charged with an indomitable momentum.

The sword is light and sword shadow, and the blood is soaring.

After a long time of competition, the last lucky person among the ten people was finally contested, a middle-aged man whose right arm was cut off and his waist was torn off, but he finally survived with a tired smile on his face.

At this moment, from this victor, a breath that was far stronger than anyone else emerged, and he was invisibly involved in the ground.

A light flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, and he calmly poured the bottle of Blackmailed Bloody Mary into a huge container and went to sign up.

"Number plate." The staff asked without looking up.

"Six six six six."

Perhaps it is because such a magic number is rare, or Yang Ming’s voice is slightly naive. The staff looked at Yang Ming in surprise, but didn’t say much. Perhaps in the eyes of the other party, Yang Ming is very It might turn into a corpse soon.

Yang Ming smiled, without any pretentious psychology.

Holding the number plate, Yang Ming walked off the playing field. There were still unwashed blood stains on the ground, which was disgusting.

Yang Ming's nine opponents also all dropped out.

When they saw Yang Ming's young face, they were startled for a while, and then they looked ecstatic.