Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

The Killing Messenger said respectfully——

"Tomorrow's contestants have been arranged for you, sir."

"Please, my lord, just kill him directly when the time comes."

"Someone will bring the body to you later."

In other words.

Give the Hell Killing Fields some respect and don't always "make extra money" for yourself.

Tang Lan was still happy and relaxed, nodding happily.

"That's nothing. I'll take my leave now."

After getting the answer.

The Killing Envoy saluted Tang Hao and Tang Lan, then exited the Tangmen Inn facing the two of them.

Tang San on the side.

Looking at the respectful killing envoy, his eyes rolled.

"elder brother!"

"Did you make any deal with the King of Slaughter?"

There is nothing to hide, Tang Lan simply said.

Tang San's eyes glowed golden when he heard this!

Just about to speak.

"Snapped!"

It was the familiar big fight again, and Tang San was slapped on the floor.

"You kid, don't be so imaginative!"

"The King of Killers is just arranging opponents."

"But if you want to get the title of Killer God, you still have to defeat your opponent."

"With your strength as a fourth-ring soul sect, it would be difficult for any five-ring soul king to come, let alone a six-ring soul emperor or a seven-ring soul saint."

"If you want to die, just sign up yourself."

"No one will stop you!"

Tang San touched the back of his head and bared his teeth.

It hurts and makes me angry!

"Since the King of Slaughter can arrange opponents, why can't he arrange some for me with levels adjacent to mine?"

Tang Hao glared!

You little brat, you are so whimsical!

In no mood--

Post more in the evening~

It’s the last day, the tickets you don’t want are coming soon~

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 235 Is this the road to hell? Shearing time! [Additional update to "Gou Qing (810)"]

Tang Hao glared!

You little brat, you are so whimsical!

He raised his hand to give Tang San a shot.

Tang San used the ghost shadow and swayed behind Tang Lan.

"Brother! Dad can't talk to me, so he wants to take action again!"

Tang Lan blinked.

Seeing Tang Hao looking at him, he understood clearly what the other party meant - he couldn't let this little brat gain the realm of the God of Death!

This idea suits me just fine.

"Ahem!" Tang Lan said: "My mistress, let me arrange one for you. I've already given away the remaining earth dragon and golden melons."

"I'll arrange it for you again."

"With your level of strength, I'm afraid even one fairy grass won't be enough!"

"After all, every time a killing god domain is created, it is also a big burden for the killing city."

Tang San's face darkened.

But then he was stunned.

Wait!

"Brother! Did you just say that the fairy grass is dragon and golden melon?" Tang San glared: "You still have fairy grass with you, but you don't want to let me eat it?"

When Tang Lan heard this, he slapped his palms!

Damn!

Why did this scheming blood-red nine-headed bat king forget to use Tang San to get rewards first?

Although the earth dragon golden melon is incomplete, it is still a fairy grass!

What a loss!

As for Tang San’s side

"Snapped!"

Tang Hao made a big move and sent Tang San flying out.

"I haven't taken that Earth Dragon Pumpkin yet. Why should I give it to you, this little bastard?"

"You just know how to keep an eye on your brother's stuff?"

"If you want fairy grass, go out and find it yourself!"

Tang Hao was really angry this time - you, a little brat like you, still want fairy grass?

Chase Tang San and slap him fiercely!

Tang San used Ghost Shadow and wanted to escape, but Tang Hao could also take a slight step on the waves!

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Tang Lan shrugged.

It seemed that he didn't need to think of any more reasons to deceive Tang San.

At the same time, remind yourself - if there are good things in the future, you must use Tang San as a reward as soon as possible!

such as

If you go out later to find the Thunder God inheritance, you can take him with you!

Next three days in a row.

The King of Slaughter has arranged for Tang Lan an ultra-high-intensity hell killing field.

An average of 30 games per day, no less than the Seventh Ring Soul Saint.

Seeing this, Tang San gave up his last thought - if he were to go up in his place, it would be difficult for him to kill him standing up.

On the fifth day of entering the killing city.

Tang Lan has won 100 consecutive victories and can officially start the road to hell.

The King of Slaughter suddenly appeared.

No nonsense.

With a wave of his hand, the red mist was released.

The strange thing does not contain the slightest murderous aura, but an extremely evil aura, a coldness that makes one's bones stiffen.

The evil cold red ripples spread out and enveloped the audience.

The eyes of the fallen people who came into contact gradually became dull, and then turned into bloodshot red.

Ten seconds later.

The red light formed a huge barrier in the entire hell killing field.

Screams of pain resounded one after another.

Those degenerates looked like crazy, clawing at their faces and bodies desperately

Until the skin rolled, blood spurted everywhere, and even his own internal organs were taken out.

That bloody scene,

This was the second time he saw it, and Tang Hao also frowned.

——This thing looks like some kind of evil ritual.

Tang San also felt uncomfortable and silently moved towards Tang Hao.

——Although he was slapped every day, at this moment, only staying by Tang Hao's side could make him feel safe.

Tang Lan, who had accumulated a lot of murderous aura, looked straight at him, unable to control himself and wanted to go up and kill.

But soon this murderous intention was suppressed by his huge mental power.

hold on!

After passing the road to hell, the murderous aura condenses into the realm of the God of Death.

It will become controllable.

A large amount of blood gathered into a stream and flowed toward the center of the killing field along the small and inconspicuous pipes under the auditorium.

Standing in the middle of the killing fields of hell.

Countless winding red liquids can be clearly seen, swimming like little snakes.

At some point, grooves appeared on the ground.

Blood flow was injected into it, and a huge blood-red strange bird was outlined.

Tang Lan could tell with just one glance that it was the blood-red nine-headed bat king.

next moment.

A huge red light rose into the sky and engulfed Tang Lan.

The deep and sharp voice of the King of Slaughter came to my ears——

"I like that Earth Dragon Golden Melon very much."

There was nothing underfoot.

Tang Lan disappeared into the killing field of hell.

The blood light dissipated.

Only the King of Slaughter is left on the field.

He looked at Tang Hao and pointed outside.

"Leave through the passage."

"Next time you come, remember to bring my fairy grass with you."

Tang Hao nodded.

Grab Tang San's neck to prevent this guy from asking questions.