~： Five hundred forty. Open the road to hell

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The killing fields of hell.

At this moment, the corpses all over the ground and the corpses crushed by the repulsive force of Shenluo Tianzheng showed various deformed shapes. Some were hung on suspended beams, some were attached to the wall, and some lay on the ground and became a pool of flesh. Mud sets off here like **** on earth.

Yang Ming wandered among the corpse and blood without changing his face and heartbeat. Even the **** breath that was hard to see from the corpse could not affect his mind.

Standing in the center of the killing fields of hell, an invisible storm of mental power spreads centered on Yang Ming.

In the next moment, the blood flowing on the ground seemed to come to life. From the dots and lines to the lines, it gurgled down from the audience stage in all directions. A large amount of blood flowed down the auditorium like a stream. The inconspicuous small official roads flowed to the central field of the killing field, and it was clearly visible that countless winding red liquids flowed into the field like small snakes.

Naturally, Yang Ming would not release Hu Liena from the supernatural space to watch this kind of scene.

Because this scene before me is really disgusting.

Yang Ming is a straight man of steel, which does not mean that he doesn't feel sorry for his woman.

This kind of disgusting thing is good for yourself, there is no need to make your own woman suffer.

The blood flowed into the field, but it did not spread in a straight line. I don't know when grooves appeared on the ground, and blood flowed into it. Gradually, it converged into a huge blood red pattern on the ground.

At this moment, Yang Ming is in this pattern, it is difficult to see the whole picture clearly. Yang Ming looks down on the ground from a high altitude with a strong sense of consciousness. Observing the whole pattern, he can find that the pattern made of blood is actually a Bats, bats of evil spirits.

Over the past few months, Yang Ming has come to the **** killing field every day to participate in competitions, not just to kill people.

Relying on the top-notch observation ability of the eyes of reincarnation, the penetration of powerful spiritual consciousness, and the process of opening the road to **** in the original work, Yang Ming has already mastered the way to open the road to hell.

In fact, the so-called road to **** needs to be opened by the King of Slaughter, which in itself is a scam.

You know, the history of the Slaughter City is earlier than the Slaughter King!

There have been eight killing gods in the history of the city of killing. If there is no gang of the killing king, how could the first killing **** open the way to **** in the long past?

Just think about it, and you can know the logical sequence.

Of course, for someone else, even if Pope Bibi Dong is here, even if he knows that this is the case, I am afraid it will be difficult to open the road to **** on his own.

After all, one of the prerequisites for opening the road to **** is that a lot of fresh blood is needed for irrigation!

This alone can intercept most people.

In addition, it is not unreasonable that the City of Killing needs to win a hundred games in a row in the killing field of **** to open the road to hell.

Because at the next moment, a turbulent red light shot up into the sky from the formation under the feet.

Half of the sky was illuminated by a sudden red light, and shocking horror and murderous aura permeated.

At this moment, if there is no protective body of killing intent accumulated in a hundred consecutive victories, it will be eroded and assimilated by the killing intent in a short period of time, and even the mind will be dominated by the killing intent. From then on, it loses human reason and becomes a victim. Killing intent drives monsters that will only continue to kill.

In response, Yang Ming just swung the mysterious sword across his chest.

Despite the turbulent killing intent, he stood like a cedar, towering motionless, his killing intent was not close at all, he was all blocked by the mysterious sword, and he selectively absorbed it by the way.

Outside the **** killing field, the members of the law enforcement team chasing Yang Ming's breath rushed outside, seeing the blood rising up into the sky with a blank expression.

Only the captain of the law enforcement team knew some insider quotes, black and white and impermanent, and his face was shocked and suspicious, and said in his heart:

"Does that kid start the road to hell?"

"But how is this possible? How did he start the ceremony without a great king?"

With 100,000 doubts in mind, Black and White Wuchang led hundreds of people behind him into the killing fields of hell.

As soon as they stepped into the gate, they saw corpses all over the floor, blood flowing into rivers.

Even if they were all murderous murderers, they were shocked when they suddenly saw this hellish scene on earth.

Black and White Impermanence deserves to be a Title Douluo. He condensed his mind faster than his subordinates. His eyes fell on the figure shrouded in red light. When he saw Yang Ming's familiar face, Black and White Impermanence suddenly stunned, and he secretly said badly.

Yang Ming and the black and white impermanence face each other, electricity is generated in the void, and smoke is filled.

Waved to the opponent, Yang Ming's voice couldn't pass through the red light to the outside, but judging from the shape of his mouth, it clearly said:

"You wait for me!"

In the next instant, under the blood-red beam of light, Yang Ming only felt the empty space under his feet, and everything around him became illusory, and his figure disappeared into a red glow at the same time.

Seeing Yang Ming disappeared, many of the law enforcement team members' eyes flickered, and they seemed to have the answer in their hearts. They didn't say a word, for fear that when they knew the secret, their neck would be clicked and their heads disappeared.

After all, no matter when, only the dead can keep a secret.

Not to mention that everyone in the law enforcement team is at risk.

At this moment, Yang Ming realized that everything around him had become illusory, and all his perceptions had been completely closed at this moment. The pain that he could not control even made him feel an inexplicable fear for a moment. .

The cold light of Samsara's eyes flowed, and it quickly helped Yang Ming suppress the unnecessary fear in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, and with a violent shock, all the sensory systems returned to normal, and the surrounding blood gradually faded.

Yang Ming looked calm and found himself on a circular platform This platform is only about five meters in diameter, not big.

When he reached a safe place, Yang Ming released Hu Liena from the divine power space.

"Where is this place?"

As soon as Hu Liena came out, she found her body very uncomfortable.

"Here is the road to hell."

Yang Mingyu didn't start to die, and when he spoke, Hu Liena was shocked.

"Wait, this is the road to hell?" Hu Liena's heart trembled slightly, and said: "I didn't say before that you need to win a hundred games in the killing field in **** to open the road to hell?"

As soon as she spoke, Hu Liena was affected by the road of hell, even if she immediately released a faint blood mist protection, but after all, she did not have the vigor of a hundred consecutive victories, and her eyes had completely turned blood red. Around the body, the white ripples continue to strengthen in the fluctuations, and the body is convulsing violently like a sheep's seizure, and it seems to be suffering from some huge pain.

Yang Ming's expression sank, and immediately squeezed Hu Liena's hand.