Douluo: I am going to be invincible

Just when Qianyang was concentrating on absorbing the power of corruption in the Killing City, another mutation suddenly occurred in his body.

A kind of gray power was inspired from the depths of his body, constantly washing over his body.

Qianyang felt that his body suddenly became relaxed under the wash of this mysterious power, and even the speed of absorbing the power of corruption became much faster.

Even under this gray power, he no longer needs to carefully filter the impurities contained in the fallen power.

"This is…"

Qianyang quickly looked inside, wanting to see where this gray power came from.

"This power actually comes from my bones!"

Qianyang was slightly shocked. This magical power actually emanated from his bones. He thought it was due to the Xuanhuang Qi.

Slowly, under the wash of this gray power, the Rakshasa power attached to Qianyang's body was completely chopped into pieces.

Qianyang's body became pure again, and his body contained extremely pure fallen angel soul power.

Now he remembered that his whole body's bones were covered with mysterious gray lines after being shattered by thousands of layers of destruction and reshaped by reincarnation and death.

He had always been a little curious about these lines and had studied them for a while.

But the result was that nothing was researched, so in the end it was dropped.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious gray lines started to activate on their own now, and I don’t know if it was because of the stimulation of Rakshasa’s divine power.

Qianyang felt these gray powers carefully and wanted to control them.

But this power is still too weak now, and after just washing away the Rakshasa divine power, it retracted into Qian Yang's bones again.

"It seems that I can't control this power now. I don't know how to increase this power."

"Isn't it going to take a few more Thousand Layers of Destruction? It seems that this power will be strengthened every time the body is shattered to pieces."

Qianyang had a headache.

If this is really the case, then this kind of power is not easy to come by.

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore, let's raise the soul power to level 65 first. By then, I and I should be able to use the twelve-winged fallen angel."

Qian Yang closed his eyes again and prepared to practice in seclusion.

After all, such a good training environment cannot be wasted.

But at this moment, he discovered that it was extremely noisy outside his small house, as if many people had gathered.

Opening his eyes, a trace of impatience flashed across Qianyang's face.

He opened the door and saw that there were indeed many people standing outside.

At this time, the people outside also saw Qian Yang, and they all expressed surprise.

"This man is so young. Doesn't it seem possible that he has such great power?"

"Indeed, but the whirlpool just now must be related to him. I wonder if there is any treasure!"

"Tsk, tsk, this pretty boy has really tender skin and tender flesh. I didn't expect that there is such an iconic man in the city of killing. Hey, don't compete with me. I'm tired of playing with bitches and want to change my taste today!"

……

Qianyang looked at these thugs with evil eyes shining, and he suddenly smiled.

It turns out that he was targeted because of the strange phenomenon he had just practiced.

These people just didn't dare to kick in the door to find out because they thought he was powerful.

And now after seeing their appearance, these people feel that they are not very strong at such a young age, so now they are beginning to show greed.

There are those who covet his so-called treasures, and there are those who covet his beauty.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly came from behind Qianyang, holding a sharp dagger in his hand.

Without too much nonsense, just get started!

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a thug in the killing city. Killing and licking blood is a common thing, without any sloppiness.

And this man's action seemed to sound the clarion call for battle, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly exploded, and everyone rushed to take action against Qian Yang!

"Save an arm for me, I've never eaten such tender meat!"

"His balls belong to me, let me see who dares to snatch them!"

"Hey, you all want his body, then let me see what kind of treasure this boy has!"

Each of these people coveted Qianyang's body.

After all, the people here, even those with some strength, are still living in disgrace and covered with scars.

Qianyang's current appearance, as white as jade, could only be seen by young masters outside. They had never seen it before in the Killing City.

Qianyang was like a pure white lotus, giving them the urge to play with it.

Qianyang glanced at their ugly expressions and looked at them with some pity.

"Tsk, tsk, there are really people who are trying every possible means to seek death. Forget it, let's just treat it as giving you and my Wanhua Bones to satisfy their hunger."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Ten Thousand Transformation Bone Bees pupated out of his body. This time, Qianyang did not let the Ten Thousand Transformation Bones splice into any weapon, but directly controlled these countless sharp Ten Thousand Transformation Bone fragments to rotate and turn into a terrifying human flesh cutting machine.

A bloody scene happened.

Under the strangulation of Wanhua Bone, these people turned into a pile of minced meat before they could react.

Large groups of blood exploded like fountains, and the internal organs of these people were also minced into pieces along with the blood.

Soon, the area within a hundred meters of Qianyang Hut turned into a real scarlet hell.

The ground, the house, and every inch of stone bricks were covered with dark red blood.

Qian Yang turned around and walked towards the house.

Because all these people have died, not a single one is left.

Under his control, these people left nothing but blood scattered on the ground, and they were all swallowed up by the Wanhua Bone.

No limbs or internal organs were left behind. Wanhua Bone was like a scavenger, with no grass growing anywhere it passed.

boom.

Qian Yang closed the door of the hut.

He believed that no one would dare to disturb him again.

Just with a cup of tea, he almost killed more than 300 people.

With such a bloody lesson, unless someone is extremely confident in his own strength, he will never dare to harass Qian Yang.

After easily solving a small problem and giving Wan Hua Gu a good meal, Qian Yang felt that the deaths of these people were worth it.

At least his Ten Thousand Transformations Bone has a tendency to evolve again after devouring the flesh and blood of three hundred people.

"Huh, I wonder if swallowing all the people here will allow the Wanhua Bone to evolve to the level of a 50-year-old soul bone."

Qian Yang secretly thought that the current Wanhua Bone is almost at the level of a soul bone that is nearly 9 years old, and will soon break through to 10 years old.

If he really devours the people here, including the King of Slaughter, it might be possible for the Wanhua Bone to reach the level of a 50-year-old soul bone.

After all, this is hell, and the most indispensable thing in hell is people.

Everyone in the Killing City has a way to die, including Qianyang himself.

So he didn't show any mercy when killing.

No, maybe for Qianyang now, even if he is a kind-hearted and good person, he will ruthlessly kill this person as long as he hinders Qianyang's affairs.

……

Qianyang sat cross-legged on the ground. There was nothing in this small house, only an empty ground.

He summoned the eight-winged fallen angel and started practicing again. Soon, a huge air vortex like before appeared above the hut.

Although the noise was still the same, no one dared to disturb Qian Yang this time.

Time passed like this.

So half a year later.

Qian Yang finally opened his eyes again!

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