He was in Douluo and was buried alive by Bibi Dong at the beginning

The killing fields of hell.

An ordinary battle was going on.

Holding the angel sword, Zhou Sidong felt like he was in an uninhabited land. Even if his soul power was sealed and his soul skills could not be used, relying on the angel sword in his hand, the nine fallen people in front of him could not enter Zhou Sidong's body at all.

Fallen people who have been in the Killing City for a long time will, over time, become contaminated with a kind of aura, which is related to drinking Bloody Mary.

And Zhou Sidong's Angel Sword is the nemesis of restraining this kind of energy. Wherever the sword light passes, all evils retreat and light shines.

On the stage.

There were only three fallen ones left, and the three of them looked at each other, fearful of the angel sword held in Zhou Sidong's hand.

Even the Hell Messenger, who was secretly watching the battle, was in a daze looking at the angel sword in Zhou Sidong's hand.

"What kind of weapon is that? Is it his martial spirit?"

Hellbringer was confused.

Zhou Sidong, who was standing on the ring, suddenly put away the Angel Sword. The three people on the opposite side were slightly startled when they saw this, and then they felt happy and stepped forward with their respective weapons in hand, ready to swarm them.

In their eyes, Zhou Sidong without the sword was just a tiger without teeth.

But even if a tiger has no teeth, it is still a tiger and cannot be shaken by ants.

Zhou Sidong remained calm and took out three grenades from the soul guide hairband with a smile on his lips.

The moment the safety is pulled out and the grenade is thrown.

A huge explosion resounded through the entire hell killing field. The three degenerates who had any luck were instantly affected by the explosion and died on the spot!

It happened so fast, three of them were eliminated in an instant, and it was an unknown weapon.

A look of fear flashed across everyone present, looking at Zhou Sidong leaving the Hell Killing Fields. The Hell Messenger looked solemn at this moment and left quietly.

…

"Is he a newcomer? Is that...the Seraph Martial Spirit? From the Martial Spirit Hall?"

A majestic palace in the Killing City.

On the central throne, a tall figure sat there, drinking a Bloody Mary.

From time to time, he would squint his eyes comfortably.

The man's face was pale, with some red scales on his face, and he glowed scarlet from time to time.

Suddenly, the space in front of him trembled, but the messenger from hell came here.

"Do you know everything about the great King of Slaughter?"

The Hell Messenger bowed to the man in front of him and looked at the scene reflected in a burning red flame in front of the man. The man among them was Zhou Sidong.

"He is from Wuhun Palace. He is a descendant of Qiandaoliu, one of the three most peerless Douluo in the world today, and he should be closely connected with him."

The King of Slaughter speculated.

This body belonged to Tang Chen, the former leader of the Haotian Sect. Now that the dove occupies the magpie's nest, the old bat naturally knows some of these things.

"Then do we want No. 8888..."

Before the Hell Messenger could finish speaking, two scarlet gazes shot out from the Slaughter King's eyes, passing straight through less than a millimeter away from the Hell Messenger's throat. The latter already had chills down his spine and trembling fear in his heart.

"This little guy must be inextricably related to Qiandaoliu. If you are not afraid of the destruction of the Killing City, you can give it a try. But before that, some ignorant people took action against the little guy. "

The King of Slaughter waved his hand, and the scene presented by the burning flames in front of him changed dramatically again.

On one of the main roads in the Killing City, there were more than fifty degenerates surrounding Zhou Sidong. They were fierce and fearful of the newcomer's performance today.

They feared that one day they would die at the hands of Zhou Sidong, so they prepared to kill him quickly today!

Zhou Sidong looked indifferent, holding the Angel Sword in his right hand and pulling out the grenade safety in his left hand. Looking at this scene, the people around him all backed away. They knew how terrifying this thing was.

"A bunch of cowards!"

Zhou Sidong laughed and cursed. Facing the situation of overwhelming numbers of people, Zhou Sidong advanced instead of retreating. Zhou Sidong, holding a grenade in one hand, seemed to be possessed by the god of war. Pressing the shrapnel on it, it would not explode at will.

Produced by Wuhun Palace, it must be a high-quality product!

"Go ahead! Kill him!"

"Why don't you come?"

"I support you in my heart, hurry up!"

"No, you go first, and then I go!"

"superior!"

"Why don't you let me fuck you! I'll fuck you$ # !"

The man was holding an ax and beheaded the man.

Suddenly, the grenade flew in front of the man at some unknown time. With the explosion mixed with flesh and blood, Zhou Sidong instantly entered the killing mode with the angel sword in hand. No one survived wherever he passed, and they were all killed by Zhou Sidong!

More than fifty people at the scene were all killed by Zhou Sidong in less than five minutes!

Zhou Sidong wiped the blood on the sword and glanced at the fallen man lurking in the darkness.

"If you don't establish your authority today, I may have more troubles in the future."

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhou Sidong once again used his sword to kill the fallen man lurking in the dark.

For a time, the entire killing city fell into panic.

Number 8888 has since become the nightmare of all fallen people, and they cannot go away!

"This man is so vicious!"

The Hell Messengers who were far away in the Castle of the King of Slaughter couldn't help but take a few breaths when they saw Zhou Sidong carrying out a massacre.

"If you don't kill, people will kill you, not to mention that in a city of killing, it is quite common for such things to happen."

The King of Killing did not react much to what happened in front of him, because every time the King of Killing was born, it was like this, and so on.

At the same time, God Shura, who was far away in the God Realm, witnessed all this happening.

"Yes, you are indeed the heir I like. He is straightforward and decisive in killing. I like it!"

God Shura secretly rejoiced.

He is already imagining the happy and carefree scene after he inherits the throne of God.

…

Zhou Sidong's whole body was bathed in blood. After wiping the blood from the sword, he looked around.

What you see is full of corpses, piled up like mountains, and rivers of blood.

There is no human habitation within one kilometer of Zhou Sixidong, because all those who want to kill him and those who will kill him in the future have been wiped out, leaving no one behind.

"Two hundred and forty-three."

Zhou Sidong counted silently in his heart.

"Anyone else?"

Zhou Sidong roared towards the sky, but there was no response, only echoes.

"I thought the Killing City could give me a different feeling, but this is what happened?"

Zhou Sidong snorted coldly, turned and left.

After Zhou Sidong left, many people came one after another from afar.

These people did not come for Zhou Sidong, but to snatch the raw materials of Bloody Mary immediately.

This scene is like an evil ghost in hell, vividly presented before your eyes.

Days like this will continue. Zhou Sidong's face was expressionless, as if he had become a different person. He continued to walk towards the killing field of hell with the angel sword in hand.

…

Ruins of Haotian Sect.

It was windy and snowy, and the sky was dark.

There was heavy snow falling in the sky. The once glorious sect in the world was now in dilapidated condition, which made people sigh.

After the Haotian Sect was destroyed, Tang Hao learned from the pain and decided to train his son to avenge everyone in the sect.

Under the heavy snow, Tang Hao's face was solemn. He was dressed in a black robe, and most of his body was covered by white.

Looking forward with eyes like a torch, he saw Tang San's naked upper body, holding a Clear Sky Hammer and waving it continuously, causing the earth to tremble and frost flowers to splash!

During this year and a half, Tang Hao has been cultivating Tang San.

Not only does he teach many Haotian Sect's unique skills, such as Haotian's Nine Arts and Luan Cloak Hammer Technique.

The most important thing is that Tang Hao also taught Tang San the Great Sumeru Hammer. Only in this way can he avenge his sect and himself!

"That's it for today."

Tang Hao said.

When Tang San heard this, he still waved the giant hammer in his hand and continued training.

"Not enough! Not enough! Far from enough!"

Tang San looked ferocious, and the speed of swinging the Clear Sky Hammer became faster and faster!

Smash the boulder in front of you!

The rock was torn apart and almost turned into black and white.

Just when Tang San was about to strike hard again, Tang Hao suddenly stopped him and pressed the face of the Clear Sky Hammer with one hand, preventing Tang San's next move.

"Mistress, that's it."

Tang Hao said calmly.

Tang San's eyes were red, and he cried heartbreakingly: "It's not enough, it's far from enough! Zhou Sidong was the Soul Emperor at a young age, and I became the Soul King by absorbing the Clear Sky Hammer spirit ring in advance! And he still has ten more I don’t accept the ten-thousand-year soul ring or the hundred-thousand-year soul bone! I don’t accept it! He and I are both twin martial souls, how is Tang San different from him?"

Tang San wanted to say that he had many hidden weapons and techniques from the Tang Sect, but in the end he was not as good as a native!

It made him lose all face. Even Xiao Wu, his dearest person, couldn't protect him.

Tang San no longer wanted to bear that feeling of powerlessness.

In the year and a half since the competition ended, Tang San had been having nightmares.

Dreaming about Xiao Wu asking him to avenge herself!

He is haunted by nightmares and carries a blood feud.

Tang San sighed deeply, took back the Clear Sky Hammer, and looked back at the once glorious Clear Sky Sect, which was now in ruins and no one cared about it.

Except for the Qibao Glazed Sect, almost no one knew that the Haotian Sect had been destroyed.

In order to avoid unnecessary complications and prevent the continent from being shaken, the news of the Haotian Sect's destruction has been sealed.

"Dad, what's the next training?"

Tang San looked at Tang Hao and asked.

"City of Killing."

After Tang Hao finished speaking, Tang San frowned: "The City of Killing? What is that place?"

"The place that exercises you and transforms you is also the place that lets you vent. There, you will gain great strength!"

Tang Hao's words made Tang San unable to calm down anymore and became very excited.

strength!

Tang San clenched his fists, he was in urgent need of strength now!

"Dad, let's leave now!"

Tang San said.

"Don't worry, you have one more thing to finish before heading to the Killing City."

After Tang Hao finished speaking, Tang San asked: "What mission?"

Tang Hao replied: "Go and learn music and etiquette from your aunt."

"What?"

Tang San was surprised: "Why should I learn useless things!"

"You are so restless now, you don't look like a soul master at all! You study in Yuexuan for half a year to get rid of your inner irritability, and then go to the Slaughter City. After returning to the Slaughter City, study for another half a year. I believe you will definitely change your appearance by then. , regain a new life!" Tang Hao stared at Tang San with burning eyes and said.