Chapter 511 One More Year! 100th Game! (Three)
However, Wang Feng is not clear about the specific role of the field, because it has not been tested.
Wang Feng remembered that Tang San had the Blue Silver Domain that the Blue Silver Emperor brought with him, and he didn't know if he had awakened now.
The killing capital itself is also covered by a field.
Wang Feng is not quite sure, what is the realm after the formation of the seven blood lines, the Dark Angel Martial Soul?
But it should be strong.
When the first blood pattern appeared, the enemies within the aura of 100 meters all over the body would fall into a state of rage, their strength would decline, and their spirits would not be controlled.
However, it can be resisted. As long as the state of mind is calm, it will not be affected, so Wang Feng believes that this can only be regarded as a simple aura.
Can't really affect other people.
It's just an emotional influence, but human emotions can be avoided.
The real field is hard.
In the two years of Slaughter Capital, Wang Feng has made great progress in practicing Dark Angel Martial Spirit as the master and Xuan Ming Thorn as the assistant!
Xuan Ming Thorn can now control nearly twenty sharp blades, and the control range has also been enhanced to about 80 meters.
And the more you train, the more progress you get.
However, Wang Feng felt that Xuan Ming's imperial weapon to kill people should be a hurdle when it reaches 100 meters.
In the dark, Wang Feng felt that the spiritual power might only be able to control such a long distance at most, and once it exceeded 100 meters, it might completely lose control.
This is not a lack of spiritual power, but a lack of quality.
As Wang Feng, who has a large amount of knowledge reserves, he probably guessed that this might require condensing his huge spiritual power.
But the specific method, Wang Feng is a little puzzled.
Mental power is not soul power, it doesn't even have basic cultivation methods, it grows entirely on its own, let alone shrinks.
If Wang Feng did not have Meteor Tears, he would not be able to compress and purify his soul power. Mental power is impossible to use meteor tears...
"I don't know what happened to Xiaosan and Hu Liena."
Wang Feng frowned slightly.
The last game was scheduled for a long time, and there was no movement for more than half a month.
For the next twenty or so games, the further back you go, the longer the preparation time will be. There will only be two or three games a month, or even one a month.
Wang Feng remembered in the ninety-fifth game.
Tang San violently walked past, obviously reaching the edge of his limit, but fortunately he was able to control it in time.
Hu Liena is about the same.
According to Wang Feng's calculation, the number of people who died at the hands of the two was probably as high as tens of thousands.
Perhaps this is not a huge number for the Slaughter City, but for any soul master, it is a terrifying number.
Wang Feng used the Xuanming Thorn to solve even more...
For normal people, if they kill a hundred people, it is estimated that they will leave serious sequelae.
As a soul master, his spiritual power is stronger, and he can endure it if he kills thousands of people.
But tens of thousands of people, even with Tang San and Hu Liena's special characteristics, would be hard to bear.
'The method of the Slaughter King is effective. ’
Wang Feng thought to himself.
Why are so few people able to survive 100 games?
Strength is one aspect, and it is more difficult to control this killing intent!
Even if you stay in the killing capital, you don’t kill people often, you will be infected by the breath here and gradually lose yourself!
Not to mention those powerhouses with countless lives in their hands. The more you kill, the stronger the killing intent, and the easier it is to be attacked.
Why does the white-robed god of death fascinate countless women in the inner city?
The biggest reason is because the white-clothed Death God has done it so far, and the breath on his body is extremely pure, which makes people mad.
In the capital of slaughter, Wang Feng's pure aura attracted not only women, but also many strong men.
No matter how much Wang Feng restrained his breath, it was useless.
His body after being tempered by the red lotus is almost natural, and it is impossible for him to restrain himself.
This is still the result of Wang Feng wrapping himself all together. If Wang Feng takes off his mask and reveals a little face, I am afraid that if Wang Feng suspects that he is going out, these people will swarm and rush directly.
Hey, he's so handsome, that's all.
What's more, he is willing to be a slave and a maid, and he is willing to stay by Wang Feng's side and act as a slave. The purpose is to get a little closer to Wang Feng, so that the pure breath of Wang Feng's body can suppress the boiling and rolling killing intent in his body.
Of course Wang Feng refused.
Just kidding, with the Xuanming Thorn, he doesn't need any slaves at all.
In fact, there is another way to calm down these people who can't restrain their killing intent.
That's Bloody Mary.
human blood.
As long as you drink this blood type Mary, you can also suppress the killing intent in the body a little, but this thing is poison, and the more you drink it, the more addictive it becomes, and in the end it is completely inseparable from it. Wang Feng can roughly guess the result of this situation.
Tang San and Hu Liena didn't drink.
Because the two of them can also see the clues. Knowing that drinking this kind of thing, I am afraid that I will not be able to quit, and it will be more troublesome then.
"Today seems to be the last game, right?"
Wang Feng thought quietly.
He walked out the door, the smell of decay still wafting in the air.
The white clothes come out of the dust, and the air is clear and bright.
The short blade formed by the Xuanming thorn surrounds all around.
The moment he just went out, several men and women came running, kneeling more than ten meters away, their whole bodies were still trembling slightly, and their eyes were full of crimson.
"The white-robed god of death... I beg you to accept us... Everything in the capital of slaughter, we are willing to listen to you! As long as you let us stay three meters by your side... No, five meters away!"
The eyes of several people are full of desire.
These people have lived in the killing capital for more than a decade and are close to the brink of collapse. Pure indulgence can no longer relieve the killing intent in their bodies, and Bloody Mary didn't know how much they drank, and the effect was minimal.
Wang Feng didn't even look at them.
He didn't know how many such things would happen every day.
But after Wang Feng left, those people gasped violently, and then let out a roar like a beast, they started fighting directly in the street, and finally fell to the ground...
This is the Fallen of the Killing Capital, the final fate.
Even if they can avoid being killed by others, they cannot escape this outcome.
Come to hell killing fields.
Before entering the door, many spectators rushed out from the inside with a look of fear.
As soon as he entered, Wang Feng frowned!
Strong bloody smell!
Inside the Killing Fields of Hell.
Tang San and Hu Liena, like two ghostly figures, are slaughtering frantically inside!
In their eyes, it was pure blood red, and the murderous aura on their bodies had already condensed into reality, and they almost killed people when they saw them.
The two did not meet because the killing field was huge and there were many people.
In the killing field, shrill screams continued to sound.
Many of them were spectators on the audience stage, just to watch, but at this time they were all brutally murdered by the two!
Wang Feng glanced at it and knew that the two had just finished the game, and the killing intent was completely out of control.
Wang Feng didn't know how many people they killed in the capital of killing in the original book, but they certainly didn't kill as many people now.
Tens of thousands of people, this is no joke!
(End of this chapter)