The capital of killing, the dark and wide room reveals endless dark red, and the breath of madness and blood fills every corner here.

The tall figure wearing a red cloak was now pacing back and forth in the house like an ant on a hot pan, and his already pale face was hard to see.

The extreme aura of the four human world outside the city has naturally been discovered by him. Now the territory of the killing capital has been broken, and he cannot get any sense of security here at all. Instead, he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Although he didn't know why the four guys outside the city hadn't rushed in yet, he knew that his good days were over and that he might not be able to save his life if he didn't run away.

"Who is it, who has destroyed the ban on the City of Killing!!" The pale face of the King of Killing became even more ferocious as he roared wildly.

At this time, four figures wearing black armor were kneeling in front of the skeleton throne embedded in blue and amygdala.

The figure trembled, and a panic sound came from the black mask: "Great King of Killing, what should we do now!"

The King of Killing's face was distorted, his facial features were tightened together, and he turned his head and smiled grimly, "What should I do?"

"Fight? At least four extreme Douluo outside can be beaten?"

"Run? There was a lot of water on all sides. Where did you run?"

The black armored knight said panickedly: "But we can't surrender, wait for death!"

The King of Killing smiled madly and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"boom!"

A cruel look appeared on his pale face, and two blood-colored beams shot out from his scarlet eyes, instantly piercing through the bodies of the four knights.

"ah!!"

Hearing the pain of the knight, the King of Killing let out a strange "hehe" laugh, two sharp teeth splashed out from his lips, and opened their mouths and bit one of the knights' neck.

The black-armored knight who was bitten resisted desperately, but to no avail. The King of Killing immediately ignited a surging red light, covering the entire room. The other three people's bodies melted like mud when they were affected by the red light.

"Clang"

The ownerless black armor fell to the ground empty.

The King of Killing shook off the mummy in his hand like a torn sack, licking scarlet teeth, revealing an extremely crazy aura on his body.

"Boom"

The Crystal Skull Throne was smashed into pieces by him, and the flying crystal fragments were directly embedded into the surrounding wall.

"Since my lair was destroyed, no one of you humans can do well!"

"Come on, come on! The more people come, the better, hehe!"

The sound in the room was like a ghost, as if the evil ghost from hell was whispering, emitting the most vicious curse.

......

At this time, just north of the City of Killing, there was an elderly man with wrinkled skin and a haggard face looking at the City of Killing in the distance.

This person is the master of Jian Douluo, the 99th-level sword god messenger Feng Shatian.

He was surrounded by dozens of wind blade tornados that were swept across the sky and the earth. He was powerful, but he was ready to go and had no intention of taking action.

The old man looked in the direction of the capital of killing, and a slight sensation arose in Gujing Wubo's eyes.

"The realm of the gods in this city of killing has been broken. I guess it must be as Lord Sword God said. A god of god has come down to earth to take action. To be safe, you can't make a move before you understand the situation."

After saying that, Feng Shatian turned his head and looked in the other three directions, where there was an aura that was comparable to his.

What he cared about the most was the surging energy of light in the West.

"Are you thousands of miles? Haha."

Feng Shatian's words were filled with endless murderous intent and sharp aura. The burlap behind him seemed to be wrapped in mysterious objects, as if there was a sense at this time, and a "sonocclusive" sword sound came from.

In the West, a huge golden six-winged angel was standing at this moment. The phantom kept absorbing the light particles in the surrounding space, accumulating strength, and becoming more and more solid.

The old man in a solemn look in a cloth clothes was wrapped in a golden phantom, holding a physical holy sword of light in his hand, and a flame of light that could burn everything was burning on the holy sword.

Qian Daoliu looked at the direction of the City of Killing and sneered: "A few cowards, don't you want to go in and take risks first?"

"Haha, since you don't move, don't expect me to move."

Qian Daoliu said in confusion: "What is the origin of the east side? Why don't I have any impression of it?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head in confusion and looked north. His old face showed an expression of boredom: "Why is this old thing Feng Shatian still not dead? What kind of luck does he have left to let you find the inheritance of God."

When Qian Daoliu was upset, a figure flashed through his mind and mocked, "Even if you become the ultimate Douluo, so what if you are? As a god envoy, you will lose the opportunity to become a god forever. When my granddaughter grows up, you will be all ants."

While whispering, Qian Daoliu noticed the south side again, which seemed to be roaring from the sea, and his expression became complex and ugly.

"Posesi, long time no see..."

Qiandaoliu's words revealed nostalgia, but the hand holding the Angel's Holy Sword tightly raised blue veins, full of reluctance and anger.

In the sky to the south, the phantom of the sea covered everything.

The waves roll and surging in the blue sea, and the scales are flying.

Her graceful figure, wearing a red sacrificial robe, her large sea-blue wave hair hung around her waist, and her beautiful face exuded a mature and dignified charm.

The sea god Douluo Posesi completely ignored the breath of the other three sides and looked at the direction of the capital of killing wholeheartedly.

Posesi said urgently: "I finally have the opportunity to go to land. I have to seize the time to complete the tasks assigned by Lord Sea God, so that I can have time..."

A domineering figure holding a dark golden sledgehammer in his hand, a heroic figure appeared in Posesi's mind, and longing, sadness and deep regret flashed in his beautiful eyes.

The east side was completely shrouded in darkness, and the extremely rich dark aura filled every corner here. Something seemed to be hovering in the dark clouds, and ink-colored scales appeared and loomed in the black fog.

A handsome young man wearing a robe with black and gold patterns, staring at the direction of the killing capital, standing here with his hands behind his back, exuding my invincible self-confident temperament.

"The remains of Shura God have traces of the dog thief, Rakshasa God. It's interesting and interesting. No wonder the king wants to wake me up."

Divine light shot out from the young man's black eyes, and waves of unwilling dragon roars sounded in the black fog, and several huge ink figures wandering around the black fog.

"Compared with this Rakshasa dog thief, who dared to come to my Stardou Forest to steal things? He could actually avoid the calf quietly and break the space formation set by the adults and steal the ice silkworm."

Thinking of this, the young man's face showed a heavy look.

"In any case, the whereabouts of the king must not be exposed at this time."

The cold and decisive voice gradually drifted away.

At this time, Li Tianyi and Tang Hao had arrived at a distance of less than a hundred miles from Killing, and naturally they could see the Killing Capital with wolf smoke everywhere.

A look of horror flashed across Tang Hao's sallow face: "What's going on there? How come there are so many extreme strong men."

Li Tianyi was also shocked and looked at the direction of the City of Killing, with confusion in his eyes.

Shouldn’t the City of Killing become depressed after it is destroyed? How could so many powerful people emerge? This time I’m in trouble.
Chapter completed!