Douluo Road Trip

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Being able to be named a'god', although not given by the city of slaughter, but just a nickname for the inner city, is enough to prove the absolute affirmation of the strength of Qianxuan by many fallen people.

All the fallen people in the surrounding area watched the entire process of Qianxuan being besieged. It is not so much that Qianxuan was besieged, it was better to say that Qianxuan massacred these three hundred people.

The whole slaughter process was extremely monotonous, Qian Xuan stood there, smiling and sending all these people into the arms of death.

When the last person was under Qianxuan's control, he cut his own throat with the sharp blade in his hand, making him feel the loss of his own blood and his life slowly, and finally turned into a cold corpse.

The killing intent of Qian Xuan's body also used this crazy killing to produce a qualitative breakthrough, and this time was the only time that Qian Xuan Chai lost his mind and turned into a killing machine.

In a place like the Slaughter Capital, the desire to slaughter in the body will continue to burst. This is a torture to the spirit and soul, and it is the beginning of depravity.

However, Qianxuan's sword is slanting forward. Since entering the killing, he has never suppressed or controlled the killing intent that bursts out of his body, and even more crazily growing the killing intent with the help of killing, so that Qianxuan's current killing intent is even Comparable to the killing intent of Tang San and others after a hundred consecutive victories in the original work.

Qian Xuan also constantly used that crazy killing intent to temper his soul, confirm his own heart, and even forge his own killing intent.

Thousand Profound Cultivation Taishang Heart Sutra The principles of cultivating the heart are described below.

"The heart is the root of evil, and the heart is the Taoist school."

"Without attachment, without attachment to true"

Killing can be the root of disaster. It is the original intention of Tao and the heart for it.

Killing is clinging, the nature of being mindful without clinging, and the nature of not being affected by the heart.

With the supreme killing intent, prove the original heart and cast the killing intent.

Proving the heart also proving the Tao, Qianxuan believes that relying on the experience of the Slaughter City will definitely be of great benefit to his future journey of monasticism.

And this time when he almost fell, it also made Qianxuan's Dao Heart more rounded and firm, and made a big breakthrough in the power of the soul. Fortune and misfortune are dependent on each other, and pressure brings the greatest improvement.

At the same time, Qianxuan's killing intent prototype was also cast, and with the help of the increasing killing intent in his body, he continued to polish and perfect his own killing intent.

During this year, Qianxuan’s mana level has gone from being on the verge of breaking through sixty-seventh level, to now on the verge of breaking through sixty-ninth level, even if the outside world has the Trinity of Spirit Gathering Array, Qianxuan clone, and Dao Xuan clone. Yes, but Qian Xuan's mana level has only increased by two levels in one year.

Although the increase in mana level is not large, Qianxuan’s current combat power is not comparable to what he was a year ago. At least it has been improved by several times. On the one hand, it is the improvement of various combat skills and the other The last aspect of perfecting the power of technique is the comprehension of various laws.

During this year, first of all, the Daoxuan clone under the guidance of the Silver Dragon King also got a qualitative increase in the control of the power of water and fire. Moreover, Qianxuan did not idle in the killing city, waiting for hell on weekdays. During the killing match, there was constant analysis and the power of the ban in the city of killing. Although it was not fully analyzed, with this power, Qian Xuan's use and control of the power of the seal were also comprehensively improved.

The killing capital, the top rooftop, in a dark and wide room.

An exceptionally huge chair with blue and purple crystals inlaid on the chair.These crystals are outlined in a drum-shaped form.Except for this chair, everything here is dark red, and a tall figure stands peacefully on the chair.In the darkness, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, I could only vaguely see that this man was thin and slender, and he was the king of killing.

In the room, there is a huge glass window in the front, because it is at the top, through the glass, people in the room can easily see any scene below, but not the slightest scene above.

At this time, there was a cold female voice in the room. Qian Xuan must be particularly familiar with this voice, which is the black yarn girl.

"The great king, smiling Reaper has won 78 games."

The Slaughter King replied coldly: "I know."

"Great King. Then should we start contacting him? After all, the City of Slaughter hasn't been joined by a real strong for a long time."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Slaughter King, looking at the black gauze girl: "Do you think he is a real strong?"

"Regardless of skill or strength, the smiling Reaper can be regarded as a real powerhouse, especially the terrifying killing intent of the smiling Reaper, seems to have no effect on him. Most people go to the end. It is not an effort to suppress and restrain the desire to kill in his body. But the smiling god of death not only did not suppress and restrain, but from the moment he entered the city of killing, he deliberately used the power of the city of killing to continuously breed the desire to kill in his body. It seems that this smiling god of death was born to kill."

A sneer appeared at the corner of the Slaughter King's mouth, "How far do you think he can go?"

The black gauze girl's expression remained unchanged, but there was obviously a hint of hatred in her eyes, but she couldn't be blatant, just saying: "It will be a matter of time to complete a hundred games. Even the road to hell may not be a big threat to her. "

"Oh?" There was a strange red light in the blood-red eyes of the King of Slaughter, but he said coldly: "This son can't be subdued!"

The black yarn girl continued: "The great King of Slaughter, relying on the strength of the smiling Reaper, becomes a God of Slaughter sooner or later, I am afraid that he will bring unpredictable results to the City of Slaughter. After all, every The appearance of the famous killing god will be accompanied by a crisis for the killing city. Isn't there such instruction on the wall of our killing city? The killing god is coming, hell disaster. The previous few times, every time killing the god Appearing will cause the killing capital to suffer heavy damage. If it does come again this time, I am afraid..."

The Slaughter King looked at the black yarn girl for a moment and said, "What do you want?"

There was obviously a smile on the black yarn girl's face, "Great King, how about this? While the smiling Reaper hasn't won a hundred in a row, let's just kill it!"

Before the words fell, two blood-red rays of light had been spit out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter. The surrounding air became thick and thick, and the thick smell flew around. The black veil girl suddenly made a sharp and miserable sound that was not like a human. Shouted, the body was weakly stretched to the ground, shaking violently.

"It seems that the slap that the smiling god of death gave you back then didn't wake you up. Don't think that I dote on you and you just forget about it. You know that there must be a murderer behind the smiling god of death, regardless of the smile Who is the killer behind the god of death? Any killer is a devastating disaster to the capital of hell. You should be clear, but you still dare to say such things, don't use your idiot mind Come to insult the IQ! Another next time..."

A trace of terrifying killing intent appeared in the blood-red eyes of the Slaughter King.

The black gauze girl curled up on the ground with a pale face, afraid to speak.

The King of Slaughter looked at Qianxuan who was cultivating in Slaughter through the glass window, as if recalling something, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Smiling Reaper? This is the capital of Slaughter, God It’s not that you can come and go as you want, and you want to breed killing intent, can I help you! I want to see if you can really kill you under this absolute killing intent Can't laugh out!"

Time slowly passed.

It's another day of competition.

This is the 90th game of Qianxuan, and it looks like four months have passed. This time Qianxuan uses sword intent, pure sword intent, watching the nine people who have turned into corpses in the field. , Qian Xuan did not put the sword back on his back, but walked out of the killing fields in hell indifferently holding the Tai Xuan sword.

Looking at the eighty or ninety fallen people who had been surrounded by the hell killing field, Qian Xuan's expression seemed to be unexpected. As soon as Qian Xuan stepped out of the hell killing field, these eighty or ninety people began to succeed. He was not afraid of death, and headed towards Qianxuanyong, as if sent over to make Qianxuan kill.

The Supreme Profound Sword in Qianxuan's hand also moved, and every time it was swung, it would take away the life of a fallen person.

Ever since Qianxuan's seventy-eight consecutive victories, the people who came to besieged him began to grow inexplicably crazy.

After each game, there are at least seventy, eighty, or more than a hundred people who are depraved. They are desperately frantic and go towards Qianxuan's siege, as if someone is controlling them.

For such a strange change, Qian Xuan already had the answer in his mind.

And not only that, since Qianxuan's seventy-eight consecutive victories, Qianxuan can feel that the entire killing capital has started to help him crazily contribute to the killing in his body.

Coupled with the crazy death of those fallen, and every hell killing game.

The more you kill, the stronger you will kill the degenerate, and the stronger the killing intent will be. Every time you kill a person, Qianxuan can feel the desire to kill in his body, which is obviously increasing.

The number of people killed by Qianxuan had already exceeded 8,000. Normally, killing hundreds of people would have a significant impact on both the alignment and the xinxing, but Qianxuan had already exceeded it by more than eighty times.

The growing killing intent in Qianxuan's body also seems to be substantive, and I don't know if Qianxuan killed too many people. The whole body's killing intention is like a red mist that surrounds Qianxuan. From the beginning Half a meter, one meter, and now it is close to ten meters!

In front of Qianxuan's substantive killing intent, anyone who approaches will be affected by it, degenerate, go crazy, and eventually turn into a killing machine. It can be seen how terrifying Qianxuan's killing intent is now.

Under this crazily growing desire for killing, the speed of perfection of the same Qianxuan’s killing intent also increased sharply, and the original mind became more determined. If Qianxuan’s killing intent had not been cast before, then such a crazy killing. I wanted to make Qianxuan degenerate into a machine that only knew how to kill.

It's a pity that Qian Xuan's killing intent is forged, this killing intent will not only affect Qian Xuan, but will all become the nourishment of Qian Xuan's killing intent.

Therefore, Qian Xuan not only did not receive any influence, but strengthened his mind even more in the killing intent of this crazy breeding.

Of course, pretending is still necessary, so to outsiders, the indifference in Qianxuan’s expression has increased significantly. Even in certain battles, bloodthirsty emotions are occasionally revealed, giving people a feeling that Qianxuan is gradually being The crazy murderous all over his body affected his own mind.

"King of Slaughter, I really want to thank you!" Qianxuan's mouth showed a slight smile, although this smile was especially permeating under the murderous intent.

In the room on the rooftop.

The King of Slaughter looked through the glass at Qianxuan’s body that had turned into a substantive slaughter gas. His blood-red eyes were full of excitement, and he muttered to himself: "What a strong killing intent! Kill it, fall Well, this body is already old...Is that the god of death? Such a young and extremely potential body fits the identity of my king!"

"Rainy, hahaha!" The Slaughter King let out a hoarse and weird low laugh, and the sound of light gave people a feeling of horror!

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Ninety-one consecutive victories, a hundred people besieged!

Ninety-two consecutive victories, 200 people besieged!

Ninety-three consecutive victories, 300 people besieged!

...

Ninety-nine consecutive victories, siege of nearly a thousand people!

In the sea of ​​blood and corpses of nearly a thousand people, Qian Xuan stood in the center, gasping for breath. The killing of nearly a thousand people made Qian Xuan's mind a little tired, and a trace of blood red appeared in his eyes. The murderous intent of terrorism has spread to fifty meters.

At this time, Qianxuan's terrifying killing intent can already be said to exist in a domain, which is different from the killing god domain bestowed by the god of Shura. This is a domain transformed from Qianxuan's pure killing intent.

The madness of the King of Slaughter made Qianxuan a little unexpected. In addition to the frantic siege after the game, more and more people attacked him on weekdays, and the speed of the last few games was faster than before. It's getting a lot faster, and the interval between each game never exceeds five days.

In less than fifty days, the number of fallen people killed by Qianxuan was comparable to the number killed in the past year.

"Want to crush me with an absolute desire to kill? It's a pity that all you do will only be the nourishment for my growth."

Qianxuan raised his head and looked at the room on the rooftop. Although he couldn't see the people in the room, Qianxuan had a faint smile on his face. No one in this smiling killing capital wanted to look at it, because it belonged to the god of death. Smile, as long as anyone greets the familiar smile on Qianxuan's face, he will enter the arms of Death in the next second.

"What a wonderful breath... The last straw that crushed the camel should be coming soon, coming soon..."

In the room, the King of Slaughter was standing by the window, looking down at Qianxuan. The two seemed to look at each other through the room. The King of Slaughter clenched his fists, his expression slightly sinking...