Douluo's Ultimate Martial Soul

"Take him to the killing field, don't embarrass him." An old voice from the space rang in everyone's ears.

Lin Yan looked up at the echo in the sky and knew that it was the words of the Slaughter King.

"Hmph, come with me, I hope you can get out alive." The guide said coldly.

Lin Yan was taken to a competition venue in the central area. Countless thugs watched the match from the outside. Ten people in the stadium started to kill, and only one survived in the end.

"This is a token for you. From today on, you will officially become a member of the Killing City. I hope you can walk out of it. That's where you sign up. If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first. I wish you good luck." After saying that, the messenger of the King of Hell disappeared.

Lin Yan looked at the token in his hand, which had his number written on it, ninety-five.

Lin Yan came to the registration office, threw the token over and said calmly: "Sign up."

At the counter, the young lady tapped Lin Yan's sign on the machine a few times.

"Take it," the lady at the counter took back Lin Yan's token.

"Oh, there's a new guy here again." At this time, the person next to him looked at Lin Yan with a sneer.

Lin Yan turned his head and stared at him, and he was trembling with fright. Lin Yan walked over with a sneer.

Soon it was Lin Yan's turn to compete, Lin Yan jumped down lightly, and then the other nine people also jumped down to surround Lin Yan.

"Oh newcomer, hehe, let me ravage you."

"Don't be afraid, let my sister love you"

Lin Yan looked at the people around him who were laughing at him and was startled coldly, and the nine people around him were immediately knocked away a few meters away.

And the golden-red soul-breaking gun in Lin Yan's hand is extraordinarily beautiful, and the power contained in it is extremely huge.

"This is the Soul-Breaking Spear, and he is His Highness the Young Master of Wuhun Palace." At this time, a person on the stage said tremblingly.

"Why, he is His Highness the Young Master of Wuhun Palace."

"Oh, you are the young master of Wuhun Palace and the next pope. It's interesting, but you are going to die here today," a big man in Taichung said coldly.

The weapons in everyone's hands were aimed at Lin Yan. They had lived for decades, so it was normal not to know that Lin Yan's murder was normal, and the person in the audience was so frightened that he peed his pants.

"Ant" saw Lin Yan quickly disappearing from the spot and returning to the center point in an instant. The nine people next to him looked at Lin Yan with fear on their faces, slowly closed their eyes and fell to the ground.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, even the messenger of the king of hell trembled. Throughout the ages, no one person has instantly killed the entire audience.

"Ninety-five wins this game"

"Call me Gunhun" Lin Yan said softly.

"Gun Soul Gun Soul Gun Soul"

In a palace, the King of Slaughter looked at Lin Yan with a smile.

"The soul-breaking gun is interesting. Two people have appeared in the past ten thousand years, and now they are also the next pope of Wuhun Palace. Boy, can you survive a hundred games and break out of hell?"

After the game, Lin Yan returned to a room, which was specially prepared for him at this time, and the hundreds of people outside the room who had enemies with the Wuhun Temple saw the young man in the room with cold eyes.

At this time, Lin Yan also noticed the killing outside, and slowly walked out with a soul-breaking gun. When Lin Yan walked out, everyone rushed up.

Lin Yan looked angrily at the thugs who surrounded him, hundreds of them killed him alone, a kind of extraordinary Contra powerhouse who had reached its peak.

Lin Yan's face twitched, and he rushed in quickly. Everywhere he went, there was no grass, and the blood of hundreds of people was splashed everywhere. An hour later, everyone fell to the ground, and Lin Yan was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands covered with blood. There was blood, and the onlookers were kneeling on the ground, unable to believe such a scene.

"From now on, anyone who dares to disobey will die." Lin Yan roared, and instantly everyone nearby fell to the ground and surrendered.

After seeing everyone lying on the ground, Lin Yan walked back to the house. After hundreds of people fighting, Lin Yan's soul power was exhausted, and he had to go through recuperation before he could finish tomorrow's game.

One day later, Lin Yan came to the competition venue on time and reported his name. The moment Lin Yan stepped into the competition venue, everyone felt shocked. They were too scared. He had never seen such a massacre before. I am afraid that only Lin Yan If one person can do it, one is worth a hundred.

"Gun Soul Gun Soul Gun Soul"

The moment Lin Yan stepped into the arena, everyone shouted, and the name of Gun Soul quickly reached everyone's ears.

"This gun soul is too strong. A few years ago, there was King Shura and Hell Messenger, and now there is another gun soul. How come there are so many strong men in the past few years?"

"You are wrong. The most powerful one in recent years is the Gun Soul. Once King Shura could kill a hundred with one, but this Gun Soul killed hundreds of high-level soul masters with one person. I am afraid he is the only one in the past thousand years."

Everyone on the stage was discussing, but the nine people in the audience looked at Lin Yan tremblingly. The name of Gun Soul has spread throughout the killing capital, and no one does not know the name of Gun Soul.

"What should we do? We can't defeat him at all. Even if we join forces, we can't hurt him at all." One of the men trembled.

"It's better to just sit back and wait for death. It's better to fight to the death. It's not certain who will win. Although he can kill a hundred, are we afraid of him?"

"Yes, if we kill him, we will become the new gods of death. We will return to our world through the road of hell and destroy the Spirit Hall."

Lin Yan squinted at the few people who spoke loudly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he really didn't know what to do.

"It's just you. The withered bones in Shu are also worthy of the enemy of our Wuhun Palace. Today, I will use your dead souls to pay tribute to my soul-breaking gun," Lin Yan said coldly.

After speaking, he disappeared, and appeared behind a person in an instant. The strong killing intent made that person unable to extricate himself, and he was directly blown out of the competition field by Lin Yan.

The other people were shocked and rushed towards Lin Yan immediately.

"Death to all the ants." Lin Yan swept away with all his strength, and several people flew out, falling directly into the abyss of the competition venue.

Lin Yan took back the soul-breaking gun in his hand, and flew out of the center of the playing field with a light body.

"Gun Soul Gun Soul Gun Soul" everyone shouted, this was so exciting, the feeling of being ravaged was so good.

"Let us congratulate Gun Soul for winning the second game in the arena"

Lin Yan left the game field and returned to his room to rest under the eyes of everyone. Everyone can only participate in one game a day, and each time he wins a game, he can live here for a year.

As far as Lin Yan knew, Hu Liena, the messenger of hell, had already broken out of the road to hell, and had already obtained the title of God of Death, and the domain of God of Death, which made Lin Yan quite happy.

"Senior sister, wait for me. I will also break out of hell. Tang San, you are also very strong. I don't know how far you have grown now. Killing God Realm haha."

In the palace of the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter looked at Lin Yan in the mirror with a smile. This little guy is becoming more and more interesting. If he grows up, he may really reach that level.