Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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With a swish, Yang Ming led Hu Liena's figure into the white curtain of light.

As soon as you step into this space, you feel like you have entered another world.

There is endless whiteness in front of me, every place and every inch of space, without exception, reminds people of a word.

"It's as if the birds are thrown into the forest, and the white land is really clean!"

There are special rules in this space. Any force will be suppressed by a stronger force. Even Yang Ming's reincarnation eyes are dull and painful. After a stalemate for a while, it is finally forced to return to its most primitive state.

Yang Ming was secretly surprised in his heart. This power has surpassed the level of Peerless Douluo, and has even become extraordinary, reaching the point where mortals need to look up. It is only the little power shadow left by the god in the world that it can create This space.

Here, Yang Ming couldn't use any strength all over his body, the only feeling was coldness.

Like a fish on a chopping board, it can be killed.

When the two broke into this space, the surrounding icy air seemed to smell the fishy piranhas, frantically surging from all around, condensing towards their bodies.

The biting icy cold was not the sudden drop in temperature in the true sense, but the chill brought by murderous aura. The purest murderous aura quickly eroded the two people's bodies, and every time they invaded, they would tremble.

Hu Liena screamed "Yeah," she just persisted for a quarter of an hour, then she couldn't do it anymore, and she fainted.

Yang Ming has a profound background, and he has remained conscious until now.

He could feel the endless killing aura passing through the meridian like a blade, causing twitch-like pains in his body, but strangely, they were not purely to destroy Yang Ming's body, but seemed to be so. This kind of brutal intervention allowed Yang Ming to adapt and control them.

Yang Ming lifted his heavy eyelids, opened his right palm with difficulty, and the mysterious sword of Wuhun appeared.

As soon as it appeared, it underwent most of the pressure on behalf of Yang Ming, and the killing aura around it was even more as if it had found its owner, like a well-behaved puppy queuing into the mysterious sword.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the wisps of blood-colored texture are carved out on the sword, which seems to be a kind of profound principle, symbolizing the concept of various killings. The Dugu Killing Mind.

Various concepts related to killing are all gathered in one sword, making the mysterious sword begin to evolve from the ordinary sword to the divine sword. Just looking at it, the mortal who is not firm enough will be attracted to the killing in the heart. Desire, perhaps the last second was the good wife and mother of the husband and the son, the next second was the blackened woman who slashed the whole family.

The bloody breath lingers on the sword, with the mysterious scarlet pattern, making it look extraordinary.

At this moment, Yang Ming did not have time to pay attention to the changes of the mysterious sword.

Although the mysterious sword helped me replace most of the pressure, the remaining half of the killing energy rushed into my body. If it was not channeled, it would leave a time bomb in my body, which might be stimulated at some point. , It will become a monster that will kill the dominant consciousness.

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At this moment, Yang Ming was actually having fun in hardship, using the endless killing aura of this world to temper his soul power!

On the Douluo Continent, there has always been a habit of tempering soul power with the help of an environment suitable for martial souls. Yang Ming used to enter the Ice and Fire Two Rituals alone in the past, and his soul power has advanced by leaps and bounds.

However, I am afraid that no one in the world would have thought that someone would practice at the exit of Hell Road!

This requires not only courage and courage, but also extraordinary willpower!

Even if Yang Ming closed his eyes tightly, the killing aura was always affecting him. It seemed that a devil was whispering in his ear, persuading him to take the butcher knife and slaughter all living beings.

Yang Ming ignored the outside world and devoted himself to meditation.

Not to mention, in this extreme environment, it also stimulates the Saiyan blood in Yang Ming. Saiyans are the most unruly and at the same time they are best able to adapt to various environmental changes. Now Yang Ming's inadvertent behavior , Is exactly in line with the Saiyan spirit of defying difficulties and obstacles.

At this moment, Yang Ming seems to have re-experienced a human initial process. He returned to the mother's fetus. He was in the warm amniotic fluid. Ten trillion cells all over his body groaned comfortably, and his muscles and bones were shaking slightly. During the most primitive cleansing, some of the dark wounds left by the hell-style exercises on weekdays are also resolved in this way, and excreted along the relaxed pores to the outside of the body, forming a layer of sticky black substance .

I don't know how long it took.

one day?One week?Still a month?

When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, he felt that his body felt relaxed for no reason, as if he had taken off his heavy burden.

Standing up, it caused the bones in the body to crackle and make a sound like fried beans.

Clenching his fists and feeling the fullness of the soul power in his body, Yang Ming felt a little unbelievable.

Logically speaking, I just stepped into the realm of the Soul Emperor a few months ago, and at the same time I didn't have time to practice in the Slaughter City, I would need to spend a lot of effort in the future to catch up.

But now, the soul power in his body told him that he had reached level 68 in this short period of time!

It seems that Yang Ming is not far from level 70.

Yang Ming looked at the mysterious sword again. The sword was covered with blood lines. Except for some of the lines like the blood lines on the hell killing field when the road to hell was activated, the others were completely different.

When Yang Ming tried to feel the blood-colored lines, Yang Ming was surprised to find that the surrounding air seemed to become sticky, an aura above all living things permeated it, no matter who was in it, he would be sincere. Terrified.

Killing God Realm?

Yang Ming could feel that the realm of killing gods he mastered seemed to be a little different from others, not so much different, as better than others!

Even the mysterious sword itself has been transformed. The bloody aura lingers around the sword body all the time, making it look extraordinary. If you think about it, after passing through the city of killing, the mysterious sword is full of blood and sharp. He attack speed has already left other weapon spirits far behind.

Even Yang Ming has a kind of self-confidence. As long as he is given a little more time, he can cultivate the mysterious sword into a divine sword that is not inferior to the divine weapon, a divine sword that belongs only to him!