The Unusual Number of Douluo

Since this place was built in the form of a palace, Zhao Xuan took the biggest and most important choice, and quietly galloped towards the central hall.

The environment simulation function is not very safe. If you meet a Spiritual Contra or any Titled Douluo, you can easily see through his disguise.

Not long after, Zhao Xuan lurked around the most central hall, and then listened quietly for a moment.

Soon his eyes lit up, no one?

Zhao Xuan glanced around, then flashed into it instantly.

Zhao Xuan hid in a corner after entering the hall, and then he looked at the hall.

The decoration in the main hall is mainly in blood red and lacquer black. There are many sculptures and depictions in various places, but most of them are mainly bats. There are also many bones and ferocious dead souls.

In the center of the main hall is a black iron throne. The throne is completely dark, with a cold and dead breath. The throne lies high, and there is a pale bone under it.

These white bones are crawling under the high iron throne, holding their hands high, as if begging, as if wailing...

Looking down from the throne, looking around, there are hundreds of strange things on both sides of the hall, but the most eye-catching thing is the blood-colored giant sword under the black iron throne, heavy. Murderous aura above the sword.

At the moment when he looked at the blood-colored epee, Zhao Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his vision became pale in an instant, with a cold killing intent lingering, and his whole person was like an ice cellar.

Amidst the paleness, he also saw countless phantoms leaping towards him, their faces were as hideous as evil spirits, and the numbers were as large as the ocean.

But in the next moment, a pure white lotus suddenly appeared in Zhao Xuan's eyes. The lotus was rippling, and everything disappeared instantly.

"This is it!"

There was joy on Zhao Xuan's face, as if there was a certain destiny in the dark, and in an instant, Zhao Xuan believed that this scarlet giant sword was something of the god of Shura.

But his expression was a little weird, and he didn't expect Tang San to say it right. The last thing he found was indeed a divine weapon.

"Om!"

Holding both hands on the hilt of the sword, but the entire scarlet giant sword actually trembled. It seemed to have spirituality, resisting Zhao Xuan, no matter how hard Zhao Xuan could not pull it out, a murderous aura escaped from the scarlet giant sword. It spreads in all directions like a wave, causing the void to ripple.

In the depths of the palace, three figures suddenly rushed towards the main hall, and they were caught by Zhao Xuan's consciousness the moment they lifted into the sky.

Zhao Xuan's complexion changed, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Fuck!"

The breath of the three figures turned out to be Titled Douluo. Except for two of them whose breath was below level ninety-five, the breath of the other was as unpredictable as an abyss, even Zhao Xuan's consciousness touched. He was destroyed by the murderous spirit on him.

This person's cultivation base was not inferior to the golden-eyed black dragon he had encountered before.

Zhao Xuan's heart jumped wildly. Didn't it mean that there were very few Title Douluos on the mainland?Why did he see so many cruel stubbles?!

He quickly turned on the environment simulation and drove outside the palace. In fact, he knew that he could only complain.

The mainland is vast, and some Title Douluo can even live for hundreds of years. How could there be only 20 or 30 Title Douluos?!

After Zhao Xuan left the hall for a few breaths, three figures appeared in the hall, headed by an old man wearing a blood-colored robe and a standing collar cloak.

He looked at the main hall with a gloomy face, looked around, and ordered in a cold voice: "Check! Catch me that little mouse!"

"Yes!"

Chapter 306

The aura from the Palace of the Slaughter King was naturally felt by the people in the Slaughter Capital. Countless people looked in the direction of the palace in shock and trepidation, and a big question mark rose in their hearts.

"what's going on?"

Although the evil people in the Slaughter City have been sealed with spirit power, their perception has not been lost. Any one of these auras is an existence that makes them daunting, and the stronger the person, the more frightened.

There really is a titled Douluo in this killing city, and there is more than one!

The killing fields of hell.

Tang San, who had just sharpened the last enemy with his hand, frowned and looked towards the palace. The enemy's scarlet blood dripped from his lower jaw along his white face, looking very strange.

"It seems that Xiao Xuan has been discovered. I don't know if there is anything wrong with him."

Thinking of this, he felt anxious in his heart. After scanning the ring of corpses, there was a touch of disgust and hostility between his eyebrows, and then he walked outside the killing fields of hell.

On the stand, Hu Liena suddenly retracted her gaze in the direction of the palace, and then looked at the ring, but the ring was already empty.

Beifang bit her red lips lightly, and she looked very charming at this moment.

"Will it be Zhao Xuan?"

...

Housing area of ​​the killing capital.

As soon as he returned to his residence, Tang San heard a weak voice coming from the next door: "Little San, you are back."

Tang San's anxious expression suddenly loosened. Although Zhao Xuan's voice sounded lazy at the moment, there was nothing wrong with it.

Turn to the next door and push the door open.

Tang San saw Zhao Xuan sitting a little dejected in the courtyard at a glance. He couldn't help asking, "What happened inside."

Zhao Xuan raised his head to look at Tang San, and then sighed a long sigh: "It's hard to say a word."

Immediately he made a gesture to Tang San, and there was only a short distance between his index finger and thumb, with a sad expression on his face.

"It's only a little bit, so small that I can draw out the sword, but the King of Slaughter and the others are looking for a sound."

"Ah... Lanshou, Shiitake..."

Zhao Xuan shook his head crazily, feeling a little irritable. This time he knew the strength of the Slaughter King, and next time he didn't tell if the heavy sword was still there, he wouldn't dare to go in again if he said it was still there.

From the King of Slaughter, Zhao Xuan perceives the breath that is not inferior to the golden-eyed black dragon. He knows how terrifying the golden-eyed black dragon is, and he can't commit a risk with a heavy sword.

But... In this way, there is no chance to obtain the spiritual control method of the Soul God.

Zhao Xuan pursed his lips, his expression tangled.

Standing next to Tang San, seeing Zhao Xuan's expression constantly changing, he couldn't help but raised his brows: "What you are looking for is really an artifact?"

Zhao Xuan nodded dejectedly, and immediately looked at Tang San full of resentment: "You crow's mouth is actually right. That thing seems to be spiritual, resisting me, so I can't pull it out."

A spiritual artifact?

A flash of surprise flashed in Tang San's eyes. He was extremely interested in forging whether it was in his past or present life, and forging all the hidden weapons of Tang Sect was also his dream, but he never thought of giving weapons spirituality.

Just imagine, if the Tang Sect's hidden weapon had spirituality, it would be a terrifying thing.

Thinking of this, Tang San suddenly felt that his heart was hot, and he also felt a sense of longing for that artifact.