: Five hundred fifty-two. Return to the killing capital

(Two more)
It's still that small town, that narrow corridor.
Yang Ming didn't have to spend much time, and he walked to the end of the tunnel.
"Welcome to the Slaughter City, this is the capital of hell, the world full of slaughter, here... uh, why are you here again?"
Before Scott finished speaking, he seemed to recognize Yang Ming, and his pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like ridges, and even his breathing almost stopped suddenly. He opened his mouth wide and exclaimed:
"The city of slaughter has always only been able to enter, unless it is possible to go through the road to to become a of murder, hardly... can it be said that you have become a of murder? A minor murder god, what joke? Should I? Aren’t you awake yet?"
Yang Ming ignored the 101 knights in black armor in front of him, and walked straight forward.
To Yang Ming now, the one hundred and one people in front of him are nothing more than bigger ants. If they don't know how to block the way, they will be crushed to death.
Scott deliberately intercepted Yang Ming and asked what was going on, but when his eyes met Yang Ming’s unwavering eyes, he didn’t know why. It was clear that Yang Ming did not exude any killing intent, but Scott did not come to feel it. A deep cold rose, and the whole person seemed to be naked in the ice and snow, hands and feet numb.
It was not until long after Yang Ming left that his subordinates found that Scott was stiff in place like a petrified place, and then they stepped forward and asked:
"Head, what's wrong with you?"
Scott recovered from the deadly freezing cold, shivering subconsciously, and shivering:
"No, nothing."
Looking melodiously at the drifting back, Scott muttered in a low voice with a voice that only he could hear:
"The sky of the killing capital is about to change."
Returning to the capital of killing, looking at the huge black city in front of me, nothing seems to have changed. The thick black wall is extremely wide, and no one is patrolling the wall. A purple moon hangs above the city, projecting the whirling moonlight. .
The pitch-black city gate gave people an extremely depressed feeling. On the huge city gate, the four characters of the city of killing were hung high.
In front of the door, two rows of black armored warriors stood there quietly. The commentator who had once had a relationship with Yang Ming, the woman with a black veil recognized Yang Ming at a glance, and also understood that this was The young man wanted by the king of slaughter has already passed through the road to and has become a new generation of slaying gods.
He did not go far, but chose to return to the killing capital. Is he trying to avenge the great king?
The black gauze girl's beautiful eyes looked at the young man who was getting closer and closer, her voice was crisp, like big beads falling on a jade plate, and said:
"You shouldn't be back."
"But I came anyway."
Yang Ming raised his eyelids and saw two rows of black-armored warriors raising their weapons together. They belonged to the law enforcement team. Although their average strength was not strong, they were just Soul Sect Soul Sovereign, but because they could use spirit rings. Because of this, it has always been used to guard the gate of the killing capital in the past.
Without any words or contact, the two rows of black-armored warriors released their spirits, and multiple spirit rings were inlaid on their bodies to brighten one by one. The three colors of white, yellow, and purple complemented each other, and fluctuating spirit power surged like a tide.
But none of this stopped Yang Ming from moving forward.
One step, two steps, are the steps of the devil.
The black gauze girl looked at the two rows of black-armored warriors strangely, wondering why they still didn't take action.
Yang Ming passed by the group of them, and the black armored warriors seemed to be sculptures, one by one dumbfounded.
They didn't move until Yang Ming stepped into the gate calmly.
As the messenger of the King of Slaughter, the black yarn girl was a little anxious. She pushed the nearest black armored warrior, and blamed:
"Hey, you guys are moving!"
As if to respond to the black yarn girl, the black armored warrior's head rolled down from his neck, the fracture was extremely smooth, and the fountain-like blood directly splashed the black yarn girl's face.
It's just that the black yarn girl has no time to pay attention to such details.
Because, as the head of the black armored warrior fell to the ground, the remaining black armored warriors in the two rows entered his end step by step.
For a while, his head rolled to the ground.
Only the black gauze girl stood under the scarlet fountain, her face pale and her eyes dull.
"When did he kill them?"
The black gauze girl's head was blank, and the corners of her mouth were full of wry smiles. She didn't even see how Yang Ming made moves or recruits. This was far beyond her cognitive ability.
Beautiful eyes looked at Yang Ming's tall figure blankly. The black gauze girl knew that the other party wanted to let her go because she had a relationship with him.
It's just that, as the messenger of the Slaughter King, she failed to stop Yang Ming. With the Slaughter King's personality, she would never forgive a loser.
Silently took out the dagger, the black gauze girl didn't have a trace of nostalgia, and directly stabbed it into her chest.
Falling down in a pool of blood, the black gauze girl murmured:
"Will he be the existence of the capital to end the killing?"
No one answered her question, the temperature of the body gradually became cold, and her consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.
With Yang Ming's spiritual knowledge, he is naturally aware of the changes that happened behind him. He has been merciful. However, everyone has their own ambitions, and the other party wants to die. Is he still holding the other party?
Except for a slight sigh, Yang Ming speeded up a lot.
The outer city of the city of killing was as deserted as ever, except for those half-dead people who hanged in the outer city to sell blood to survive, there was no normal person.
The Slaughter City has a large area, and it takes more than half an hour to walk from the outer city to the inner city, even with Yang Ming's feet.
Yang Ming was a little impatient ~EbookFREE.me~ and simply unfolded the spirit ring. Amidst the exclamation of a large group of people around, Yang Ming used the flying spirit ability to fly directly to the inner city.
As Yang Ming passed by, people in the outer city looked up and watched in astonishment at Yang Ming's unabashedly revealing his spirit ring. They thought of the legend that has been circulating in the city of slaughter about killing gods. Many people are excited. It's hard for me, and I don't know what I'm excited about.
Ignoring the exclamation of the moths below, Yang Ming flew directly over the mottled inner city wall.
Compared with the funny comparisons in the outer city, the inner city became more hostile because of killing each other. The murderers in the inner city saw Yang Ming flying in the sky, and they thought of nothing else, so they picked up the weapons around them as hidden weapons. , Throwing towards Yang Ming, don't know who gave them the courage.
"Humph!"
Yang Ming's eyes were cold. The murderers who dared to attack him had not yet reacted, and the whole person was cut in half with a sword, and no one even saw when Yang Ming did the sword.
Because of the unknown, so fear!
Even the daring murderers in the inner city were all silent at this time.