Douluo's body Douluo

Chapter 124 The Uncrowned King!

Seeing Quevedo's third memory, Meng Ye was a little confused. After all, Quevedo was already 40 or 20 years old at that time, and he was only level [-]. How did he achieve his current level of cultivation in the following [-] years?

There wasn't much time for him to think, so he continued to look at the third memory.

"Hahaha! Captain, look what we found!?"

"Don't kill me, let me have fun!"

"Please! Don't...ugh!"

"Boss! We caught a few brats, they should be sold at a good price."

"Well, when you go back, you walk alone on the trail, and the supervising team discovers that you know the consequences."

"understand!"

For some reason, Quevedo's memory was particularly clear. In a border town, a team that got separated due to an encounter broke into it and started burning, killing and looting.

When Quevedo arrived, the scene was a scene of purgatory on earth, with flames shooting into the sky, corpses and broken limbs everywhere, and wailing sounds accompanied by the roars of the dead souls, tearing Quevedo's soul apart.

"Quvedo! You're here, come on, I've left a good one for you!" A robe from the same military camp roughly pulled a ragged girl in front of him.

Quevedo looked into the other person's eyes, which were a pair of eyes full of death.

Facing these eyes and the doomsday scene in front of him, Quevedo's soul was being torn apart crazily, and the painful feeling made him completely crazy.

In the subsequent memories, everything was covered with a heavy blood light. Quevedo could not remember what happened after that, nor where the town was. It seemed that along with his torn soul, his memory was also shattered. .

In Mo Hu's memory, he walked out of that small town alone, and there was no living thing in it, including his former robe.

In the fourth memory, the blood in Quevedo's eyes did not dissipate, but he accidentally came to the killing city and killed many people along the way.

Then he was plotted by others and fell into the city of killing. He slaughtered all the living creatures he saw along the way, and soon attracted the attention of the King of Slaughter.

"The great King of Slaughter, he dared to kill your messenger! He must be severely punished!"

"No, he's good enough to be my weapon."

The King of Slaughter ordered someone to cast the bloody armor for him, and at the same time secretly used his own abilities to further erode Quevedo's consciousness.

Quevedo's martial soul is the soul of killing, a martial soul born for killing, so whether he is on the battlefield or in this city of killing, it is a paradise for him.

The King of Slaughter seemed to have the intention to train him, but who knew that in less than 30 years, Quevedo would grow to the level of a Titled Douluo at a speed that he could not even predict!

When the King of Slaughter felt that he might lose control of Quevedo at any time, he chose to suppress him deep in his castle.

Until Meng Ye appeared, Quevedo's existence was more like a legend to others in the Killing City, and there was no way to study it.

Meng Ye withdrew from Quevedo's spiritual sea. He had seen what he wanted to see, but not everything.

The original plan was to try and see if he could conquer Quevedo. If such a titled Douluo could return to his peak state, he would be no less inferior to a Sword Douluo!

The nine-headed bat king had suppressed his power, and due to years of confusion and murderous intent, he had lost at least [-]% of his strength.

"That town is?" Meng Ye asked tentatively.

"..." Quevedo didn't answer, but he opened his gray eyes again. After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know, but... I remember that that is my hometown."

Meng Ye was a little helpless. He had no choice in this situation. If he thought about it, if he were Quevedo, he would probably be determined to die.

This is not a question of mental strength, but as a person, if the meaning of supporting him to live is no longer there, living is actually a very painful thing.

"You don't have any last wishes, right?" Electric light emitted from Meng Ye's hand, and a lightning gun gradually condensed.

Quevedo shook his head slowly.

laugh!

The next moment, the thunder spear penetrated his chest, and his life began to disappear quickly.

"Thank you..." It was still these two words. When Quevedo was about to die, he slowly raised his hand to grab the long knife placed aside, and the killing aura on his body formed a bloody light and gradually blended into it.

At the last moment, Quevedo completely closed his eyes after integrating all his killing energy into it.

Later, Meng Ye put Quevedo's body into the storage soul guide, and put away the knife. After years of being nourished by Quevedo's murderous air, plus the final baptism of the killing air, the quality of this thing Somewhat outrageous.

The material also seems to be very special. If divided according to the levels of soul guides, the ninth-level melee soul guides may be nothing more than this.

It was the only thing left of Quevedo.

……

Half a month later, Hu Liena successfully overcame the influence of the killing aura and resumed the trial in the Hell Killing Fields.

This time it went much more smoothly. Although the King of Slaughter is no longer here, the rules here are fixed. The opening of the Hell Road only requires sacrifices. The key to whether you can obtain the God of Killing Domain by entering the Hell Road depends on the amount of killing power accumulated here. Just enough anger.

After twenty more rounds of accumulated murderous intent, Hu Liena had no choice but to stop again and continue to suppress the murderous intent.

During this period, Meng Ye gradually took control of the Slaughter King's castle, and found that there was almost nothing of value in it, only some rare metals and materials used to make those black armors.

"What kind of red metal is this?" Meng Ye found a piece of red metal that weighed about ten tons and looked at the attendants of the King of Slaughter and asked.

"Lord God of War, this is a special mineral that appeared here under the influence of the aura of killing. It seems to be able to transmit soul power and murderous aura, so it was retained by the King of Killing..." The attendant carefully watched Meng Ye's reaction as he spoke. Although he knew how terrifying Meng Ye was, his heart still trembled.

Dangdang!

He brought the metals in front of him and looked at them. They could make a crisp sound when his fingertips collided, which showed that they were extremely hard. He found that these were the same materials as Quevedo's knife. In addition to being able to conduct soul power and killing energy, they were also extremely hard.

I'm afraid that the bloody armor was just stitched together by some special means. With such strength, it would be too difficult to build a armor.

After collecting all the metal, Meng Ye turned and left.

"Sir, you...?" The attendants were stunned. They thought Meng Ye planned to rule the killing city, but they didn't expect that he would leave without saying anything.

"Let the King of Slaughter collect more of this metal. Next time I come, these things can save his life."

Meng Ye had no intention of destroying the Killing City. Although it was a place of depravity, it was also a natural prison.

Besides, the existence of such a place is indeed a place of training. If it is destroyed, will there be fewer evil people in the world?

He didn't agree with Tang San's idea, and even if necessary, he would consider sending more people to this killing city. For many extremely evil people, death was a little too easy.

And for the strong, a field is an opportunity, so why cut off the opportunities for latecomers.