Douluo’s Haotian Myth

Afterwards, Tang Bufan left Thor Valley.

When he returned to the starting point of the Thor Road again, he did not expect that none of Tang Ming's five people were there.

Seeing Tang Bufan coming back, the three-eyed Leibao respectfully said: "Your Highness, you are back, a few of them are cultivating on the road of the Thunder God, and the progress is very smooth."

Tang Bufan nodded, looked at the way of Thor, and soon saw the five Tang Ming who were immersed in cultivation.

After a while, Tang Bufan suddenly said: "Lei Yi, I plan to leave, and they will be handed over to you for the time being!"

Three-eyed Leibao was a little surprised, "Your Highness, aren't you going to say goodbye to them?"

"No, I'm relieved to see them cultivating smoothly. If I leave like this, they won't let them go. When I come back next time, I will complete the Thor test!"

After speaking, Tang Bufan no longer had any nostalgia, and left Lei Mysterious Realm directly.

A day later, in Xiya City, in the room on the second floor of the Mingyue Hotel, Tang Bufan lay on the bed and recalled the information about the Killing Capital.

The capital of slaughter is close to the extreme cold of the north, and it is a paradise for sin.

Those who can't survive in the outside world will almost hide here, and of course there are also those who are interested in the capital of slaughter and want to explore its secrets, as well as people like Tang Bufan who are purely experienced.

The capital of slaughter can only be entered but not out, and there is only one way to leave.

That is to win the champion of the hell killing field, and after having the qualification to challenge the hell road, rush out of the hell road before leaving the killing capital. Those who successfully left the Killing Capital were called Killing Gods.

The capital of slaughter has a history of thousands of years, and there have been eight killing gods before and after. It takes an average of one hundred and twenty-five years to give birth to one.

This shows how difficult it is to become a killing god, and Tang Xiao just hopes that Tang Bufan can get the title of killing god.

According to Tang Xiao, after entering the capital of slaughter, he can't use his soul skills, he can only use his own power.

If he couldn't use his spirit skills, he was very advantageous as a tool spirit master. Even if he faced a titled Douluo, Tang Bufan was not afraid at all.

And he also has soul bones and many trump cards.

Therefore, after Tang Xiao introduced him the information about the Slaughter City, he agreed immediately.

Taking out the map, Tang Bufan studied it carefully, it would take about half a month to reach the capital of slaughter.

Before that, he still has a lot of preparatory work to do.

A day later, Tang Bufan set off again, followed the map, and started the days of windy meals and camping along a wild road in the mountains.

Half a month later, on the edge of the extremely cold land, Tang Bufan came to a small town according to the map. This is where the map ends.

Putting away the map, Tang Bufan started walking towards the town.

This small town doesn't look like much, but as soon as he stepped in, Tang Bufan felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a bit strange, and the people around exuded a special chill, a murderous feeling.

A ray of light flashed in Tang Bufan's eyes, which was a bit interesting.

As he walked slowly, he released his mental power to explore the surrounding environment, looking for the entrance to the killing city.

Soon he had explored the entire town, but unfortunately still did not find the entrance to the Killing Capital, but he found an interesting place.

This is a tavern in the middle of the town. Unlike ordinary taverns, all the decorations in this tavern are actually black.

At this time, the tavern was almost full, and only the last four seats were left. The entire tavern was extremely quiet, few people spoke, and there was a strange phenomenon, that is, there was a glass of red liquid in front of everyone.

Just by looking at it, he can be sure that it is a kind of blood. As for what kind of blood, although he can't be completely sure in his heart, he also guessed it closely.

Human blood, 90% may be human blood.

Thinking of this, Tang Bufan frowned first, then decisively walked into the tavern and sat down at the last table.

Tang Bufan's arrival attracted a lot of attention. It was because he was too young, only sixteen or seventeen years old. Of course, many more just swept away indifferently.

Soon, an indifferent waiter in black came over.

"What do you want?"

Tang Bufan said lightly, "A cup of Mary!"

This is what he saw a middle-aged man order before, it is the red liquid on the table.

The waiter's originally indifferent face couldn't help but change, "Are you sure?"

Tang Bufan didn't answer him, just looked at the waiter coldly.

After a while, a cup of cloudy liquid was brought up. The liquid was dark red and exuded a strong fishy smell, as pungent as blood.

At the same time, at least 50% of the people in the tavern forgot to come, and their eyes were full of jokes.

Tang Bufan took a deep breath, lifted the cup without changing his face, and drank it.

The people around who used to watch the fun suddenly felt bored and stopped paying attention to Tang Bufan.

And what about Tang Bufan? Even though he has been human in two lifetimes, he has never drank human blood. Although his face remained the same, only he understood the pain in his heart.

Afterwards, Tang Bufan began to wait patiently, as if not in a hurry. However, from time to time in the tavern, eyes glanced in the direction of Tang Bufan.

It seems that everyone is waiting for the tavern to arrive.

Tang Bufan secretly guessed that the slaughter is not estimated to enter if he wants to, and he must be tested before entering.

Time passed slowly while waiting.

An hour later, the two old men walked into the tavern and sat down beside Tang Bufan.

After another hour, a middle-aged man walked in.

In an instant, the entire pub was full.

Tang Bufan could clearly sense that everyone in the tavern was breathing more heavily.

It seems that the test of the killing capital should begin soon.

Sure enough, a seemingly leading waiter at the bar said indifferently.

"The feast of slaughter begins, and the first to kill ten people is eligible to enter the Slaughter Capital!"

At the same time as the voice fell, a dagger from Tang Bufan's back stabbed him fiercely.

It's a pity that Tang Bufan's mental power spreads all around, and no action around him can escape his discernment.

I saw his body turned slightly sideways to avoid the fatal knife, and then his right hand grabbed the right hand of the shadowy middle-aged man behind him like lightning, no matter how hard the opponent tried, he couldn't break free.

Afterwards, Tang Bufan's left foot kicked out fiercely, and the shadowy middle-aged man suddenly sounded the sound of bone cracking, at least three ribs were broken, and his face suddenly showed a look of pain.

As a strength attribute soul master, the weight of his kick is simply beyond what ordinary people can afford.

However, at this moment, a purple vine stretched out from the shadowy middle-aged man's back, and then strangled his neck with force, and the shadowy middle-aged man ended his life in less than a breath.

Tang Bufan looked gloomily at this plant-type soul master who used vines in front of him, and he dared to kill people at his hands. It seemed that he was impatient.

Originally, he still had some psychological burdens on killing people, but when he thought that these people all had the means to kill, he no longer had any scruples.