Douluo: Take the First Poseidon's Nine Tests

Chapter 305

The temperature is still rising, and the dark red liquid flowing in the abyss on both sides gradually becomes clear. The terrain seemed to be down all the time. They didn't understand the real situation in the capital of killing. Only Hemingway vaguely guessed that there was a mountain behind the town he walked into.

Perhaps the capital of killing is not underground, but in the mountains. Such an idea just flashed through his mind. At this time, it is more important for them to leave here as soon as possible. As for everything else, there will be time to judge in the future.

The temperature change of the outside world is gradually beyond the blue field. The greater effect of Hemingway's blue field is to filter the air. With the breath of life contained in it, the air temperature in the field is slightly adjusted. Not really isolated.

Therefore, as they move forward, the scorching heat they bear begins to increase gradually. What makes them unable to adapt is that there seems to be a special atmosphere in the air. The feeling of depression became more and more obvious in their hearts, and their own murderous spirit was released more unscrupulously.

The anxious mood gradually appeared, especially hulena who walked behind Hemingway. She didn't have the strong will of Hemingway to control her emotions. With impatience, the murderous spirit in her heart became more and more prosperous, and everything in front of her no longer seemed so clear.

The heat around her seemed to stimulate every cell in her body. Hemingway is not easy to bear. Although his situation is better than that of hulena, the external heat is like the root of the killing gas in their bodies, but they can't prevent the killing gas from being released, otherwise they will be swallowed up by the terrible evil gas in this hell road.

Gradually, Hemingway understood something. Since they and hulena entered the hell Road, they have been influenced by the breath in the hell road. Although murderous Qi can block this evil breath, it cannot be completely filtered.

Thinking of this, Hemingway realized that he and hulena had miscalculated. Through this hell Road, it seems that we should not only have enough strength, but also pass in the shortest possible time.

The longer you stay here, the deeper you will be affected by the evil smell. Once you get upset, I'm afraid you'll never be able to go out.

"Calm down. Let's speed up." Hemingway greeted hulena behind him. At this time, hulena could barely keep awake and nodded to Hemingway.

They no longer walk, but rise up and sweep away quickly towards the front. As the speed increased, their speed of approaching the abyss also increased, the air obviously became hotter and hotter, and their sight became more and more blurred. Even Hemingway's eyesight can only see a distance of about kilometers in the light red fog around.

In the abyss on both sides of the narrow road, dark red liquid rolled and flowed. Yes, it was blood, but these bloody liquid had the temperature of magma.

"... I can't hold on." Hulina's speed gradually slowed down, her heart was full of murderous spirit, and her strong desire to kill everything around her continued to erode her heart. She knew that if she didn't stop, she might attack Hemingway at any time.

Hemingway stopped and looked back at hulena. At this time, hulina's whole body turned pink, and her exposed skin looked more smooth and tender because of the faint aroma of sweat.

Her eyes were closed, her body was shaking, and the white murderous Qi outside her body was fluctuating irregularly. Hemingway raised his hand and pressed the center of hulena's eyebrows, inputting a blue energy into her mind, "wake up. Hold on. If I guess right, we're going out."

At this time, the dark red liquid on both sides was only about 50 meters away from the narrow road where they were. The burning degree of the air had made Hemingway and hulena's clothes emit a faint burning smell.

Hemingway's strong physique doesn't feel much about it, but hulena is different. Most of her soul power has to be used to resist the high heat of terror, and it becomes more and more difficult to restrain her murderous spirit.

With a miso, the huge fox tail rushed out from behind hulena's hip again. Although she was sober with Hemingway's help, she was soon drowned by the murderous spirit aroused by the evil smell, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Hemingway's heart sank gradually when he looked at hulena's pain. He knew that once hulena ran away, the first object to attack was himself. The body is driven by the murderous spirit. Maybe she won't be as smart as she used to be, but her attack will inevitably become more terrible under the effect of the murderous spirit.

Just, although I can kill her, but... Do you really want to do this?

Hemingway hesitated. From a rational point of view, he really should take action. Once this powerful teammate becomes an enemy, it is definitely a big trouble for him.

However, in his mind, there was an uncontrollable picture that hulena did not hesitate to pull herself back to the narrow road when he killed the dark gold three headed bat king. Although he didn't understand why hulena didn't mean anything bad to herself, she was even very sincere to herself. But because of this, he was unable to do it at this time.

At this time, suddenly, hulina raised her head fiercely, slapped her back hand on her chest. Wow, the blood came out of her mouth, but her red eyes were awake for a moment, "... I can't hold on. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid we can't get out of this hell. I gave my life to you. Although I don't understand why I believe you, I know you will take me out of here. Knock me out while I'm still awake."

At this time, Hemingway was fighting between heaven and man in his heart. Suddenly he saw hulena doing so, and he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. The girl in front of me doesn't seem like what I thought before!

Hulena's body trembled violently, causing a hip wave and milk wave to sway in front of Hemingway. She almost shouted sadly, "come on, do it. I can't hold it."

No more hesitation, this is undoubtedly the best way to solve the immediate problem.

Hemingway took a sudden step forward and cut hulena's neck with a palm. As soon as hulena's body was soft, she had slipped into his arms. Hugging hulena's delicate body and looking at the gradual recovery of her fox tail behind her hip, Hemingway had no distractions in his heart. He suddenly admired the woman in his arms. I admire her courage.

At this moment, Hemingway can throw hulena into the dark red abyss around him, which will not only make him relaxed in the next hell, but also strangle a future enemy in the cradle.

However, Hemingway did not do so. With a sigh, he hugged hulena's body and let her cling to his chest. Then he took out a rope from the storage soul guide and tied hulena's body tightly in front of him.

In order not to let her affect her movements. Tang San wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

There is no doubt that at this time, the two bodies are in close contact, and there is almost no difference between the little fig leaf on hulena, but Hemingway is as calm as water at this time. He regarded everything in front of him as his own experience.

Of course, he can abandon hulena, but he knows that if he really does that, he will be destroyed by the heart devil. Let alone whether he can get out of here under the influence of the heart devil, even if he goes out, I'm afraid there will be more cracks in his heart in his life.

It's impossible to pursue the ultimate of that peak. Therefore, he must take her out. Even if her enemies in the future, he must face her fairly in the future. This is a choice that men will not escape.

Just as Hemingway wrapped hulena in front of him with BLUESILVER grass in a posture that did not affect his actions, he suddenly understood what the last level of the road to hell was. It is still a powerful enemy, but it is not a foreign object, but itself. Their own demons.

Under the influence of the huge evil breath, the hot evil plasma and its own huge killing breath, how determined does it take to insist on going out from here?

A genius like hulena can't hold on to the end. This is the most difficult level on the way out of hell.

Thinking of this, Hemingway couldn't help sighing his luck. He has many abilities to stabilize his mind, as well as the magical blue field.

As hulena guessed, Hemingway's blue field is the talent field of martial spirit. His Wuhun Mermaid Princess awakened to the talent field called the sea field after he was promoted to the title Douluo.

Here, of course, the sea field cannot exert its maximum power, or the effect of the sea field itself has been suppressed to a very low degree. But with the vast and surging breath of the field, it can still give Hemingway some help. For Hemingway, the heat around him was just a joke, but a joke. After all, he has an ocean of his own. How can the ocean be evaporated by high temperature?

The poison in plasma may affect Hemingway, but he will never give this liquid a chance to touch his body. How could Hemingway not have studied Bloody Mary carefully in the killing capital for two years?

The plasma here should be made from the evil blood of countless fallen people mixed with highly toxic concentrated for thousands of years. It can also be said to be the root of the capital of killing.

Hemingway put his hand into the storage ring, and then a snow-white fairy grass appeared in his hand. The fairy grass is crystal white. Every blade of grass seems to drop water. It is slender and curved. It looks like the neck of a swan.

It's the fairy grass snow Swan kiss!

If you just look at it, who can imagine that the characteristic of this fairy grass itself is excitation? Not to mention eating it, even if it is stained with it, any virus will breed thousands of times in the part it touches.

In many cases, this fairy grass named "snow Swan kiss" is more terrible than any highly toxic!

After all, who can guarantee that there is no virus at all?

Hemingway waved his hand, and the snow-white "snow Swan kiss" floated and fell towards the dark red plasma below, which was swallowed up and disappeared in an instant.

It seems that the plasma has not been affected, but Hemingway knows that this fairy grass has brought devastating stimulation to the capital of killing. With its efficacy, the toxin in evil plasma will be infinitely amplified.

And how does the capital of killing based on this still exist?

Hemingway did not destroy this place because it was a place of evil. Mainly for the inheritance of Shura God. After all, only those who obtain the inheritance of killing God. To be qualified to participate in the Shura God test. The king of killing, the capital of killing, is the key to his inheritance of Shura God in the future. Destroy this place and force him out. It will be much easier to operate in the future.

In addition, destroying this place is also to prevent Tang San from obtaining the field of killing God in the future. Ya also wants to obtain the inheritance of Shura God. Nice try.

After all this.

Hemingway got up again and quickly swept forward. His body rubbed with hulena in front of him in motion, constantly producing bursts of pleasure.

But at this moment, Hemingway so stubbornly put his thoughts together and kept presenting bloody scenes in the capital of killing in his mind. Only in this way can he reluctantly resist the temptation that the charm power in his chest is stronger than the killing mood.

The air became hotter and hotter, and the skin of hulena tied in front of Hemingway had turned a layer of rose red. Fortunately, it was in Hemingway's blue silver field, coupled with her own strength, and her physical strength was far higher than that of ordinary people. Otherwise, the scorching temperature alone will be enough to roast her.

Seeing the plasma of the abyss on both sides getting closer and closer, Hemingway showed a cold smile on his mouth. I hope you like the gift I left.

As Hemingway expected, with the increase of temperature and the rise of plasma on both sides, he knew that he was not far from the outlet.

Half an hour later, Hemingway, whose mind was constantly stimulated by mania and murder, finally saw the exit. At this time, he was sweating heavily. Not because of the surrounding temperature, but because of the dual influence of the killing gas and the terrible beauty in front of you.

Even if Hemingway's heart is firm, in this case, he will inevitably be unable to control it.

At this time, he saw the exit in the distance. The exit is obvious, and the white light condenses into an oval light curtain, which is also the end of Hemingway's trip.

However, at a distance of kilometers from the exit, Tang San stopped. Frown. Although the exit appeared, it was the exit on the other side. At this time, Hemingway had no way in front of him. It was a blood red ocean.