The messenger stepped into the gate first, "It just so happens that you asked about the champion of the Killing Fields. Just in time, I will explain to you the new rules of the Hell Killing Fields in person."

"New rules?" Tang San was slightly startled.

The messenger smiled slightly: "Yes. This is a new rule drawn up by our examiner last year."

Under the leadership of the envoy, Tang San saw a special building.

The building is circular, but it is an irregular circle. The area is largest at the bottom, but becomes narrower as it goes up, just like the inside of a vase.

This hell killing field covers a considerable area, and is similar in size to the Soto Great Soul Fighting Arena that Tang San once visited. However, it is smaller than the Great Soul Fighting Arena in Tiandou City.

The black building gave people a very depressing feeling. The messenger introduced to Tang San that the location of this hell killing place was the center of the entire killing city.

"You just said that the examiner has re-drawn new rules. Is it related to the fighting method?" Tang San asked.

The messenger nodded: "Yes. But only one item has been changed. The others are very simple. If you want to participate, just sign up with your own identity card. Then wait for the competition to start."

"Of course, during the waiting period, no hands are allowed. The number of people entering the killing field in each group is ten. The original rule is that no matter what method you use, as long as you can come out alive in the end, but it is different now. Although there are no restrictions now

Methods and means, but everyone in each group is required to keep their breath."

"To put it simply, there is still only one winner, but the other losers just need to live. This is the new rule set by the examiner."

Tang San's eyes flashed, and he felt a little curious about this examiner: "What will happen to those who fail?"

The messenger raised his eyebrows slightly: "The loser must offer two cups of underworld dew, otherwise, even if he violates the rules, he will be directly executed by the law enforcement team."

Huangquanlu is human blood.

The envoy had already told Tang San this on the way here.

Compared to losing one's own life, two cups of blood is indeed very light.

What kind of person is this assessor...?

Tang San became even more curious.

"Then how do you win the so-called championship?"

The messenger looked at Tang San with some surprise, "As long as you can participate in a hundred games, you will be the champion. However, the person currently ranked first in the Hell Killing Fields has only participated in sixty-seven games. Every time you participate in a game,

Your identity card will get one more victory. You can live here for one more year and enjoy yourself in the inner city. Of course, you have to ensure that you are still alive after enjoying yourself."

Tang San felt relieved, and asked again: "Can I enter the auditorium of the battle stage to watch? I want to go in and have a look."

The messenger shook his head: "The qualification to watch the game is to contribute a cup of underworld dew. This cup of underworld dew can be your own or someone else's. As long as you don't feel tired, you can keep watching after entering. The game is constantly going on. As long as you don't feel tired.

Someone signs up, and if we gather ten people, we can start a show."

Huangquanlu again?

Tang San frowned slightly, he couldn't figure out why this killing city paid so much attention to blood.

As the messenger said, there is a constant competition in the killing fields of hell.

While the two were talking, several more people walked into the killing field from outside.

They all looked like veterans, because they all held a cup of scarlet blood in their hands.

The hesitation lasted only a moment, but Tang San soon made a decision.

Even the envoy didn't see clearly how Tang San moved. He only felt a dark shadow flash in front of his eyes, and Tang San blocked the way of one of the bald men, and stretched out his right hand towards the opponent.

"Give me your underworld."

The bald man was stunned for a moment, obviously he had never seen the prey that came to his door automatically.

He first looked at the messenger diagonally behind Tang San, a bloody light gushed out from his eyes, and there was excitement hidden in his voice: "Newcomer? Do you want to snatch Huang Quan Lu from my hand?"

After hearing the words of the bald man, the envoy came back to his senses and said with some urgency: "Mr. 9528, if you take the initiative to provoke me, the newcomer protection will not work."

Tang San didn't flinch, and the bald man didn't give Tang San a chance to regret it, so he conjured a large sawtooth with his bare hands.

Powerful soul power fluctuations emanated from it, and it was obvious that this was his martial soul.

The bald man's eyes were filled with thick malice. The other four companions who were traveling with him jumped towards the open space the first moment he took action. Their movements were smooth and their sense of crisis was very strong.

At least level 50.

This is the judgment Tang San gave to his opponent.

The moment the sawtooth fell towards him, Tang San turned his right palm upwards, making a gesture to support the sky. In his palm, a strong suction force pulled the opponent's machete away and released it to the side.

At the same time, he quickly took a step forward with his left foot, closing the distance between himself and the bald head.

The Tang Sect's unique skill was to control the crane and capture the dragon, combined with Xuan Yu's hand, but in a blink of an eye, the cup of underworld dew in his hand fell into Tang San's hand.

"You lose, get out."

Tang San held an unsprinkled drop of Huangquan Dew with a cold expression.

The bald man was stunned for a moment, and the next second he grasped the Eye of God on his waist. Under the strange looks of others, he suddenly raised the delicate gray stone sculpture in his hand, pointed it at Tang San, and said evilly

: "You actually robbed me! God will not let you go!"

Tang San, who had just arrived, was stunned. After seeing his actions, his companions did not act cowardly, but frowned and stared at the bald man.

The messenger's eyelids twitched and he looked at the bald man with a subtle look.

After hearing what the bald man said, other people in the hall of the Hell Killing Fields also turned to stare.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, with indeed murderous intent and disgust.

What's going on?

Noticing the murderous intent in other people's eyes, Tang San's heart moved slightly.

But the bald man had no idea that the murderous intent and disgust were directed at him, and he looked at Tang San triumphantly, with a smile full of eager malice: "God will bless every believer. As one of God's believers, boy,

You will be punished!"

"..."

The atmosphere in the hall of the Hell Killing Fields was stagnant for a moment, and what broke the silence was another clear and childish voice——

"No, you are wrong."

"My God will not bless you fool."

———Digression————
Chapter completed!