1356: C1356 the owner of the non-return route

C1356 the owner of the non-return route

The Avicinaraka was limitless.

The higher the level of suffering, the greater the pain one would have to endure.

Thinking about that, Qin Feng did not dare to delay, and quickly caught up to the two Abelo Rakasha s.

Qin Feng said in shock.

"That's right, our duty is to escort you in."

The Abelo Rakasha nodded, grabbed Qin Feng with one hand, and thrusted into the mass of thunderclouds as fast as lightning.

As for the other Abelo Rakasha, it led the Iron Lady through the thunder clouds in the same way.

The power of this stretch of thundercloud is limitless, capable of destroying any ghosts.

Abelo Rakasha had flesh and blood, so they could resist the lightning attacks.

But without the body's protection, a strand of soul would never be able to pass through this thundercloud.

"Alright, we've reached our destination."

When Qin Feng opened his eyes, he was already in the eerie palace.

He turned around and saw that his surroundings were shrouded in thunder clouds. Bloody light flashed in a sinister and terrifying manner.

But compared to others, Qin Feng was more concerned about another problem.

Why did the master of the non-return route want to see him?

Without waiting for him to ask, the two Abelo Rakasha s had already disappeared from the palace.

Iron Lady fainted on the ground, completely unaware, and Qin Feng was also at a loss.

"Welcome to Avicinaraka."

Right at this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the palace hall.

Qin Feng's expression changed, his eyes quickly locked onto the source of the voice.

In the darkness, a tall figure slowly walked over.

He wore a long black robe, and his entire body was suffused with a bloody aura. Only his pair of icy blue eyes flickered with a frightful cold light.

Qin Feng simply could not see through the other party's true appearance. In fact, even the depth of his cultivation could not be seen at all.

"You are the owner of the non-return route?"

Qin Feng quickly calmed himself down.

"That's right, you can also call me... Death God! "

The black cloaked man laughed.

"Death God?"

Qin Feng was secretly shocked.

The opponent's strength indeed deserved this title.

With the peak state of the Iron Lady, her strength was only one grade lower than the four Spirit Kings.

And this Death God, was many times higher than the Iron Lady, many times stronger than the Four Great Ghost Kings.

In front of him, Qin Feng did not have the strength to help him.

"As far as I know, the Avicinaraka specializes in detaining vicious people."

"We mistakenly entered this place, and it's not some great evil, I hope Death God can let us out."

Even though Qin Feng was speaking nonsense, he still wanted to try.

"Let you out? "It's not impossible."

But unexpectedly, the Death God gave an answer that was worth pondering over.

"Is that true?"

Qin Feng's expression became happy.

However, he immediately realized that there must be something fishy going on.

"What condition?"

He quickly calmed down.

"The condition is very simple. As long as you can defeat me, you can naturally leave."

The Death God laughed.

"…"

Qin Feng was speechless.

Do I need to waste my breath if I can defeat you?

"Is there any other way?"

Qin Feng clenched his teeth and said.

"Of course, there is also a second method, which is to join the 'Great Slaughter Competition'. If you can survive until the end, you can also leave."

The Death God said without batting an eyelid.

"Great Slaughter Competition? What was that? Didn't they say that Avicinaraka will never return? "

Qin Feng was extremely surprised.

"For most people, once you enter the Avicinaraka, you will never return. However, for a special talent like you, I can relax the conditions."

The Death God said.

It was very obvious that he had already seen through Qin Feng's secrets, including the fact that he was training the totem technique.

Otherwise, why would Qin Feng receive such a special treatment?

One had to know, when an ordinary person entered the Avicinaraka, they would never have the chance to meet the Death God.

"What exactly is a Great Slaughter Competition?"

Qin Feng asked again.

"Within the Avicinaraka, there are many special talents like you and many others. They all want to leave this place."

"However, there is only one person who can truly leave. You must eliminate all of your opponents in order to obtain this slot."

The Death God explained.

"You mean, let all of us kill each other? Even if there's no enmity between us? "

Qin Feng frowned.

"Don't you think it's interesting that everything is for the sake of survival? The Great Slaughter Competition is the only joy in this place. "

Death God smiled faintly.

Pleasure?

Did this fellow treat killing everyone else as a pleasure?

"Of course, participating in the Great Slaughter Competition is not in vain. I have another condition."

The Death God said.

"What condition?"

Qin Feng remained calm and collected.

"You want to sell me your soul."

The Death God laughed.

"Selling your soul to you? "What do you mean?"

Qin Feng did not understand.

"Simply put, if you fail, you will become a ghost slave by my side, forever."

The Death God said straightforwardly.

After which, he casually tossed out the contract.

"This is your indenture contract, the soul power that is injected into you, then you will have the qualifications to participate in the Great Slaughter Competition."

Qin Feng looked at the contract. There was nothing on it and it was also empty.

"And if I win?"

He looked at her calmly.

"If you win, the contract will automatically lose its effect. You can regain your freedom and rely on this contract, you can leave this place at any time."

The Death God replied.

Looking at the contract in his hands, Qin Feng fell into deep thought.

If what the other party said was true, then this was indeed a way out.

But he was even more curious, what kind of form did this so called Great Slaughter Competition actually possess?

Furthermore, all those participating in the Great Slaughter Competition were talented people. How difficult would it be to break out of their encirclement?1

"You seem to still have doubts?"

Death God looked at Qin Feng who was hesitating, and smiled faintly.

"I want to know, what is the Great Slaughter Competition?"

Qin Feng said with a serious face.

Death God nodded. With a casual wave of his hand, a blood-red light appeared, turning into a screen of light.

"You can go in and feel it."

Qin Feng held his breath, staring at the light screen, he hesitated, but in the end, he slowly stepped inside.

The next moment.

A blinding bloody light came towards him.

Endless blood aura, mixed with miserable cries, appeared in front of Qin Feng.

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