Douluo: Tang Hao kills me, the son pays for the father's debt

Chapter 103 Leaving the City of Slaughter and Teleporting to the Shura Temple

Mo Bai was a little dazed for a moment. He didn't expect that the King of Killing could be so shameless. He was familiar with this routine, but it was a pity that it was used on him this time.

Mo Bai had a lot of grievances. Now he finally understood Qian Renxue a little. No wonder she always looked so conflicted when he had cheated her in the past.

Seeing that the King of Slaughter was still planning to calculate in detail, Mo Bai quickly interrupted him and said through gritted teeth: "Stop, stop, stop, I admit it."

The King of Slaughter showed a satisfied smile and said, "You are a good boy."

Mo Bai said: "But the quantity is too much, I can't give it to you all at once."

The King of Killing was filled with rage. He stood up angrily, his face filled with murderous intent, and the entire palace was covered in scarlet.

"Are you kidding me?"

The killing field was opened, and Mo Bai felt death. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, dispersing a lot of the blood clots that had already solidified on his face.

I quickly said, “I mean we can cooperate for a long time.”

The King of Slaughter became interested and took back the killing territory. The palace returned to peace and he said, "How do you want to cooperate? You won't just give me a few thousand every year to fool me like before, right?"

Mo Bai held up two fingers: "In this way, 20,000 per year for ten years, and the extra will be counted as interest."

The King of Slaughter took the opportunity to argue and made the number three gesture: "Thirty thousand per year."

Mo Bai pondered for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Deal, but I want to leave the Slaughter City immediately."

Mo Bai decided to find a place to hide after he got out. He would hide for three to five years and then the matter would be over.

Because Tang San will also come here to train soon. After he passes through the Road of Hell, the City of Slaughter will be destroyed and will have no time to take care of him.

Even if the King of Slaughter attacks the Spirit Hall to argue, that is Bibi Dong's business. Besides, there is Qian Daoliu, who will not watch the Spirit Hall be destroyed.

There were two peerless powerful men. Mo Bai didn't believe that the King of Killing would get anything good. It was a pity for his reputation, but that couldn't be used to make a living. When he became stronger, who would dare to say no to him? He was making his plans.

"Okay, I'll arrange it as soon as possible. After you get out, you'd better not play any tricks."

The King of Killing sucked the photo stone into his hand and showed it to Mo Bai, which was full of threat. If he didn't cooperate, Mo Bai would be ruined.

Mo Bai nodded tactfully. The King of Killing was in a good mood and even asked two beauties to help Mo Bai down to rest.

Of course, if Mo Bai wants to do something, that's fine, but he's probably powerless now.

Three days later, Mo Bai appeared at the Killing Field of Hell. The people arranged by the King of Killing were also in place. The audience seats were packed with people, and it was very lively.

But they all looked pale and skinny, and Mo Bai couldn't help but complain about the stinginess of the King of Killing.

In fact, this is not the King of Killing's fault. The citizens in the inner city had long been frightened by Mo Bai, and they had no choice but to use a trick to coax those scum who were just eating and waiting to die out into the city.

Because when Mo Bai left, it required a large number of sacrifices to open the teleportation formation, and these trash didn't have much blood to donate, so they could only make up for it with numbers.

Although the opponent is very weak, Mo Bai will not show mercy in order to leave. Besides, death like this is a good thing for them.

Half an hour later, Mo Bai's victory was finally completed. The King of Slaughter appeared under the cover of blood mist. His impassioned speech made all the audience very excited. Seeing that the atmosphere was set, the King of Slaughter stopped talking nonsense and started the sacrifice. As the sacrifices, the audience did not resist at all. Everyone's face showed enthusiasm, which gave Mo Bai goose bumps.

As blood continued to flow in, the teleportation rune in the center of the killing field was activated, and the pattern of a huge blood-red bat gradually appeared.

As the blood bat's eyes lit up, Mo Bai also disappeared from the spot.

The King of Killing was also exhausted. Controlling so many people at the same time was very exhausting. Fortunately, he finally sent Mo Bai away.

When Mo Bai woke up, he was dumbfounded, because the environment he was in didn't look like the road to hell at all.

There was a winding path under Mo Bai's feet. In the dim sky, he could only see a hundred meters away at most. He had no idea where this path led to.

But there was no other choice at the moment, Mo Bai could only move forward along the path.

About an hour later, Mo Bai saw the outline of a building, and he immediately quickened his pace in excitement.

Soon, Mo Bai arrived at the gate of a huge palace.

Looking closely, the entire palace was dark red, somewhat similar to the Ice Temple in my last dream, but the big words above the head were replaced by Shura Temple.

There was no longer flying snow all around, but an endless aura of killing.

Although he was not sure whether he had arrived in the realm of gods, Mo Bai was very excited at this moment. This meant that he was noticed by the God Shura and had the opportunity to inherit the throne.

When Mo Bai thought about becoming a god in the future, he couldn't help but drool.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Mo Bai, with a dazed look in his eyes, woke up from his fantasy. He jumped onto the huge threshold with excitement and nervousness, and with all his strength he pushed towards the door.

To Mo Bai's surprise, the door opened easily, but he was in a miserable state because he used too much force and fell down, almost hitting the ground with his face, but fortunately no one saw it.

After entering the hall, Mo Bai observed it carefully. The decoration of the hall was simple and elegant. Compared with the Ice Temple, the only difference was the carved patterns and tones.

The weapon inserted in the center of the hall is a peculiarly shaped giant Shura sword. Mo Bai couldn't help but complain in his heart that these gods are really lazy and have no characteristics of their own.

The Shura Sword was originally in Tang Chen's hands, but because he was influenced by the Rakshasa God, he failed the divine test, and the sword was naturally taken back by the Shura God.

The Shura Sword in the hands of the King of Slaughter is nothing but the sword energy. Although it can barely be considered a divine weapon, it is far inferior to the original one.

Soon, Mo Bai's excited heart calmed down, because there was no one in the hall, not even a living creature.

In other words, Mo Bai is likely to encounter the same problem as last time. He will be teleported out after touching the artifact in the center of the hall. As for the inheritance of the gods, forget about it.

Mo Bai was very unwilling and even a little angry. He had clearly been teleported here, which proved that he was chosen by the God Shura. It was bad enough that he couldn't see the God Shura, but there was not even anyone to receive him. Wasn't this just playing with him?
And this was the second time, you can't play it like this. At this moment, he wanted to kill his way to the God Realm and question the Asura God face to face, but he could only complain in his heart and didn't dare to say it out loud.

Mo Bai walked to the steps under the throne dejectedly and sat down. Then he began to reflect on how he had offended the gods. However, he had no clue after thinking about it, and finally defined Shura God as being narrow-minded.

No one paid any attention to him and there was no point in staying here any longer. Mo Bai thought that he had been away from home for several years and it was time to go back and visit, so he turned his eyes to the Shura Sword.

　It seems that I will have to re-rate it on Monday. I would like to ask the big guys to give me some good reviews. Thank you very much.
　　
　
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