Douluo: Reincarnation of the Rock King, Wandering in the Mortal World

Chapter 346 346: Who said we are backed by the King of Slaughter?
The real Meng Po soup can help you forget your past and reincarnate.

The fake Meng Po soup is actually used only for interrogation.

Among the fallen, there are indeed soul masters who can see people's memories clearly.

But who can guarantee that such a soul master will not lie?
Therefore, before interrogating the crime, it is necessary to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup!

Of course, it doesn’t really matter how much you drink; there’s nothing wrong with drinking more.

Tang San was stunned. Was this a threat to him?
Why has he never been threatened and not fought back?

Gray, gray, gray, gray, gray, gray, six spirit rings quickly rose from under Tang San's feet and a huge Clear Sky Hammer also appeared in Tang San's hand.

Only at this moment did Tang San feel the changes in himself.

None of his spirit skills could be used, and all of his spirit rings turned gray and looked lifeless.

Of course, soul bone skills are not affected at all, mainly because soul skills cannot be used, and "self-created soul skills" are also not affected.

"???"

At this moment, Tang San recalled Tang Hao's words, he really couldn't use his spirit skills.

This shows what?
This means this is the city of killing!
Only the City of Slaughter has this feature.

When the three of them saw this, the corners of their mouths slightly raised. Almost everyone who came here was unwilling to be ordinary.

Especially the powerful soul masters in the outside world, they think that they are extremely powerful and can roam freely in the City of Slaughter.

When I got here, I found that my spirit ring could no longer be used!
More than 90% of a normal soul master's strength is contained in his soul rings.

Being unable to use spirit rings is equivalent to directly destroying the spirit master.

Of course, the physical fitness of a soul master that has been strengthened will naturally be much stronger than some low-level soul masters, especially beast soul masters.

Meng Po took a step forward, and a lotus special effect appeared under her feet. The next moment, a soul ring appeared.

Nine soul rings - yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and black - quickly rose from under her feet. There was a faint layer of white mist on her body.

This is the "authority" granted by the King of Slaughter, which allows "Meng Po" to use her soul skills normally in the City of Slaughter without being affected by the rules of the City of Slaughter.

Tang San:"……"

At this moment, Tang San was silent.

Damn it, a fake Meng Po is actually a Titled Douluo!
That would be fine, she is a Titled Douluo who can use soul skills!
Although his spirit ring was not above the standard, he was a real Titled Douluo and was not something he could deal with at his current level.

"Do you drink the soup yourself, or does your sister feed you?"

A red light flashed in Meng Po's eyes, and she said calmly.

The young man in front of him did have some talent as a soul master, and he did not have the aura of a fallen being. This was all acquired through real practice.

Having cultivated himself to the Soul Emperor level at such a young age, he has the capital to be proud of himself.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to examine the situation.

Tang San silently withdrew his martial spirit, and then walked towards "Meng Po", feeling that the future was dark.

He has to drink this soup whether he wants to or not.

"Boy, this soup is not poison, nor is it something hard to swallow. Instead, it was carefully prepared by Lady Mengpo."

"You should feel blessed."

Tang San curled his lips. He would know whether it was poison or not after he drank it.

Why would you use such rhetoric to deceive him?
"Hmph, I drink!"

Tang San said coldly, what else could he do?

The previous threat seemed to still be ringing in his ears, making him feel a little frightened.

Seeing that Tang San was about to drink the "Meng Po" soup, "Meng Po" nodded, and the smile on her face became a little more intense.

He bent down and picked up a white but somewhat mottled "bowl" from the wooden barrel, filled the barrel with a bowl of water, and handed it to Tang San.

Looking at the bowl in Meng Po's hand, Tang San frowned and felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Is this a bowl?
This is clearly an instrument made of a skull!
It seems that the people here are not really human, they...

After hesitating for a moment, Tang San took the bowl from "Meng Po".

Just when Tang San thought that Meng Po would tease this handsome guy, he didn't expect that he didn't even touch Meng Po's hand, and she withdrew her hand.

This woman looks unruly, but actually has a bottom line?

Hold the soup, close your eyes, and drink it all in one gulp.

Unlike what he imagined, after the soup entered his stomach, Tang San didn't feel anything wrong, he just felt a little cool.

This soup seems to be made of mountain spring water?

Even a little bit sweet.

"Come on, there are more."

"Young people should drink two more bowls."

Tang San couldn't refuse Meng Po's proposal. It was Meng Po's nine normal spirit rings that made him a little scared.

After two more bowls of soup, "Meng Po" finally said, "You can go now."

When saying this, "Meng Po" had a frosty look on her face, as if she had become a different person.

Seeing this, the two guides hurriedly bowed and said goodbye to "Meng Po". They could not afford to offend her.

In the entire underworld, there are very few people who can offend each other.

After the three people left, Meng Po said to the void: "I don't know which God of Killing is visiting. Now the City of Killing, oh no, it should be said that the underworld, does not welcome the God of Killing to come."

"Leave immediately, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Just when she released her soul ring, she sensed a breath of murderous intent. The breath was fleeting, as if if she attacked the young man, he would attack her in return.

This young man should be related to this killing god.

Tang Hao was confused. Even the City of Slaughter didn’t welcome the God of Killing?
indeed so!

But the City of Slaughter usually doesn't talk about this kind of thing openly, and it's even more impossible to directly threaten a God of Killing!
But today was different. Not only did the other party threaten him directly, but his tone was even disgusting.

It was as if she couldn't wait for him to jump out.

"If you do this, aren't you afraid that I will turn this underworld upside down?"

Tang Hao said in a deep voice that he didn't believe that the City of Slaughter would really dare to do this unless they had something special to rely on.

The terror of a god of death is not just the death itself.

Besides, who among those who can become the God of Death is not terrifying?
Who of them did not become a god of killing from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?

The God of Killing himself is also a powerful killing weapon, which is why the King of Killing is unwilling to offend him.

"If you really have the ability, just come on!"

"My underworld is worried that there are too few sinners. It's too idle."

"Meng Po" smiled evilly and said nonchalantly.

In the dark, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao looked at each other, a little stunned.

They could clearly see the strength of this "Meng Po", which was probably at level ninety-five.

Neither Tang Hao nor Tang Xiao took her seriously.

Of course, Tang Hao now does not have the strength he once had. In a real one-on-one fight, he is no match for "Meng Po".

"If my son's life is in danger, you in the underworld will be buried with him!"

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have the support of the King of Slaughter!"

"Who said we are backed by the King of Slaughter?"

(End of this chapter)