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Fang Ling no longer hid his edge. While the woman in black veil was dumbfounded, he slashed those who tried to escape one by one with his sickle at lightning speed.
How could she not see it at this point?
The so-called weakness is nothing more than a deliberate move to lure the enemy, aimed at stimulating people's desires and greed.
The previous self-introduction was just to take advantage of the weaknesses of human nature and lure everyone into the trap.
But how is this possible?
He is just a Soul Emperor!
What they were facing were not ordinary 500 pigs, but elites who had emerged from the cruel environment of the Slaughter City. Among them was even a level 89 Soul Douluo. How could they be so vulnerable? "How...how come you are so vulnerable?"
The woman in black veil was obviously so shocked by this sudden change that she was speechless. Her thoughts surged like the tide, and she was still immersed in silent horror, even her words became fragmented.
Fang Ling didn't pay much attention to her reaction and just wiped the blood off his face.
When his eyes fell on the rapidly increasing points, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It’s not enough to solidify the death specialty, but these several thousand points make people happy just by looking at them.
What's more, this battle also yielded hundreds of undead with high intelligence.
The City of Slaughter is an indispensable place for Fang Ling to rise!
"Since you haven't left yet, take me to the killing field in hell." He said impatiently.
There is no rush to gain points, the God of Killing field is equally important.
If he chased the undead everywhere for points and killed all the enemies in the Slaughter City, he would most likely be slapped to death by the King of Slaughter, regardless of his agreement with Bibi Dong.
Take it slow first and wait for someone to launch a surprise attack.
The City of Slaughter is so big that there will always be fools and people who don't believe in evil. They pretend to be nice every time they appear. Some people who are not afraid of death will kill them for soul bones.
"Let's go." The woman in black veil wanted to refuse, but after a moment of silence, she chose to continue leading the way.
Under her guidance, Fang Ling saw a special building.
This hell killing field indeed covers a large area, and the black building gives people a very depressing feeling.
The overall shape is circular, or more accurately, an irregular cone, with the largest area at the bottom and narrowing as it goes up.
When it reaches a height of about thirty meters from the ground, it maintains the same diameter and extends upward to fifty meters.
It looks very strange, a bit like the conical flask I saw in my previous life.
The location of the Hell Killing Field is the center of the entire Killing City and is considered one of the most important places in the entire Killing City.
Fang Ling remembered that the road to hell finally opened from here.
"Let me tell you the rules here." He planned to have a few warm-up matches while waiting for news of his background, talent, and three ten-thousand-year soul bones to spread.
In this way, there will be someone coming to get killed at the end of each game.
Maybe they will attack again, and we can collect points faster.
The woman in black veil said, "Sign up with your own ID card. Then wait for the game to begin. You are not allowed to take any action while you are waiting."
"Each group of people entering the killing field consists of ten people. No matter what method you use, as long as you can walk out alive in the end, it's fine. There is only one person in each group who can walk out alive."
"In each new match, the number of times your opponent has participated in the Hell Killing Match cannot be five times less than yours. Unless everyone has participated in the Hell Killing Match less than this number."
Fang Ling silently memorized these rules, nodded slightly to show his understanding, and said softly: "Thank you for your guidance, take me to the registration place."
After registering, the woman in black veil left with a complicated expression, and he entered the killing field of hell with joy.
The interior is even more simple than it looks from the outside, with no isolation at all, and circles of stands extending upwards around it.
Below is a huge open space with a diameter of hundreds of meters.
Fang Ling just stood there quietly, waiting for the game to begin.
The killing journey begins from now on!
There was nothing much to say about the battle in the Hell Killing Field. With his current victory, the other nine people were no match for him.
As expected, during the previous siege, some people were cautious by nature and did not take action.
Then, Fang Ling only needs to pretend to be weak every time he appears, and he will continue to be ambushed and surrounded.
A month passed in a flash, and he only won seven games, much less than he expected.
The reason is not surprising.
The initial introduction of his identity and the news of the ten thousand year old soul bone attracted the attention of the entire Slaughter City.
Maybe it was for the soul bone, or maybe they wanted to kill him because they were jealous of his background and talent, or maybe...
But no matter what the reason, he was warmly welcomed by Fang Ling's delighted eyes.
After every game, there are at least dozens or even hundreds of people coming to surround or attack.
Including the more than 500 people who just came in and were killed, a total of 1,197 people were killed!
After his brilliant and dazzling record spread, Fang Ling became a star-like figure in the City of Slaughter even though he did not win many games.
He even got the title of Death Shura very early on.
Points and necromancy were greatly gained.
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Among them, the points are less than 18,000, but it is almost there, and 12,000 have been accumulated.
The only pity is that there are fewer and fewer such fools who don't believe in evil, and the remaining people are relatively rational.
Under the threat of the "Death Shura"'s prominent reputation, few people dared to besiege and attack him, no matter how greedy they were.
That's not really a problem.
If they don't come, Fang Ling will go find them.
He did not kill anyone he saw, but kept killing along the way.
Nowadays, it takes a long time to wait to participate in the Hell Killing Competition, and fewer and fewer people dare to fight when he participates in the killing competition.
In order to obtain the domain of the God of Killing, Fang Ling thought about it and naturally came up with a solution.
People’s limbs were cut off, strung together with ropes, and dragged to the killing fields in hell like gourds.
Since no one dared to fight, he would prepare the other nine people to fight.
The inner city of the City of Slaughter is free. No matter whether you are voluntary or not, as long as you have your identity card and are there, it's fine.
If it were someone else, they might face the siege of being grieved by the others.
However, Fang Ling was hoping someone would come and attack him!
He eats as many as he can get, they are all points and undead, how can he not like it? Another two months passed, and Fang Ling's victory in the Hell Killing Field reached 32 games.
Although the acquisition of points slowed down a lot, Fang Ling still gathered the points required to solidify his expertise as quickly as possible.
With an indescribable excitement in his heart, he sat on a roof and gently placed the silver and black Death Scythe on his legs.
Solidifying the Death Specialty requires a total of 18,000 points, which is 18 times the points required to upgrade a thousand-year soul bone to a hundred thousand years! The panel only said that the Death Specialty was unstable, but this shocking number of points made it difficult for people not to associate it with the high-level death energy in his previous life.
To be on the safe side, Fang Ling spent more than a month making a lot of preliminary preparations.
He designated the area where he was as a restricted area, claiming that he liked quietness and needed to cultivate himself in peace.
Some people thought this was too arrogant and went to pick a fight, but were hacked to death with a sickle.
Some people feel that their freedom is restricted.
He is just a genius who has stepped into the City of Slaughter. What Death Shura? He is still a greenhorn.
Why should we obey the prohibition? Then, these people who stepped into the forbidden area set up by Fang Ling also turned into undead spirits.
In order to maintain this forbidden area, Fang Ling killed everyone who set foot in this area.
Relying on spatial perception, no matter where the provocateur hides, he cannot escape being hunted down.
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