Douluo: I am going to be invincible

Qianyang's dark eyes became even deeper, and a heart-stopping, depraved black light flashed in his eyes.

The air around his body was a little distorted, and black energy emitted from his body from time to time.

The terrifying aura was released from Qianyang, and Qianyang's eyes started to turn red!

Endless violence and murderous intent filled Qianyang's brain, making him want to go on a killing spree.

"Fuck, these fallen powers have been absorbed too much!"

Qianyang was still awake now, and he couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart.

After half a year of non-stop absorbing the power of corruption, his soul power soared all the way to level 66, one level higher than he expected.

The speed of improving one's soul power to level 6 in half a year can only be described as terrifying.

After all, he didn't absorb the soul ring or eat the fairy grass this time, he just practiced normally.

However, he still underestimated the intensity of the power of corruption in the Killing City. In just half a year, he completed the two-year cultivation path of others.

Cultivation is fast, but absorbing the power of corruption too quickly will eventually have side effects.

He could not perfectly control the fallen angel soul power in his body, and the negative emotions filled with the fallen power had already had a certain impact on his soul.

You must know that his current mental strength has reached the level of a titled Douluo, but he is still affected by the negative power in the power of corruption.

This shows the tyranny of this negative force.

It was because his soul was affected that Qian Yang quickly stopped practicing.

No matter how fast you practice next, you have to stop, otherwise you may go crazy.

Qianyang tried hard to calm down, and his mental strength was working hard to fight against those negative emotions.

At this moment, his mind was divided into two.

Part of it is Qian Yang's own soul power, but on the other hand it is also filled with violent thoughts and the desire to kill.

Qianyang temporarily balanced his soul power with these bloodthirsty emotions, keeping himself in a rational state.

Qian Yang knew that he needed to kill now.

These negative emotions can only be stopped by Qianyang's true slaughter and blood bathing, and they can be gradually resolved and vented.

Finally, Qianyang temporarily calmed down.

"The Killing Fields of Hell... I didn't bother to go there at first, but now it seems that it is really necessary to go there."

Qianyang had a plan in mind.

He opened the cabin door.

A breeze filled with the smell of blood blew by, ruffling his long black hair.

After half a year, the blood stains on Qianyang's door had long dried up.

He stood at the door as if he was really in a mottled hell. There was no one around, and it seemed extremely silent.

This is because no one dares to approach Qianyang's hut. The blood stains on the ground are lessons learned from the past.

Qianyang slowly walked towards the center of the inner city, where there was a large square.

That is, the killing fields of hell.

He is going to sign up for the competition now, and he is going to kill someone.

As for why not just kill people in the street...

Because of his great reputation, many people ran away as soon as they saw him.

Gradually, he walked to a place where the crowd was slightly denser.

Just when he appeared, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

There was dead silence in the field, and only the slightly rapid breathing of many people could be heard.

Finally, one person yelled with trembling liver and gallbladder: "The black devil...it's the black devil!!"

"Run quickly, the black devil is out!!"

Hearing this, the crowd suddenly became extremely flustered and noisy, and everyone's face was filled with horror, as if they had seen some kind of murderous god.

Seeing these people fleeing, Qianyang's body trembled, and the blood-red Wanhua Bone flew out, turning into countless sharp blades and began to strangle them.

Screams rang out one after another. Although there were only a dozen of them, to Qianyang, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat. If he caught him and didn't have time to escape, he would have no choice but to go to hell obediently.

Now killing people is not only necessary for Qianyang to evolve the Wanhua Bone, but also for him to release and vent the violent murderous intention in his spiritual world.

Soon, no one was left in front of Qian Yang.

Qian Yang continued walking towards the killing fields of hell.

As for the black devil that those people were calling just now, it was not because Qian Yang casually strangled 300 people half a year ago. This shocking scene was seen by people watching from a distance.

Then Qian Yang's deeds spread throughout the Killing City, and almost everyone's expression suddenly changed when they heard about the black devil.

The dozen or so people who were met by Qian Yang just now were unlucky for them. If it weren't for the negative emotions in this damn corrupted power, Qian Yang wouldn't need to kill anymore.

After all, no matter how many these rookies kill, the benefits to Wan Hua Gu are not as great as killing one Contra.

Qian Yang walked all the way to the killing field of hell with dripping blood.

He said to the person in charge of registration: "I want to register."

When the man saw Qian Yang's appearance, he almost fell to the ground in fright. He said tremblingly: "Hei, Mr. Black Devil, please show your identity token."

Qianyang frowned slightly, and then he remembered that the token seemed to have been crushed by him.

With his eyes lowered, Qianyang said calmly: "Can't I sign up without a token?"

The man swallowed. He seemed to have thought that he was a subordinate of the King of Slaughter, so he was not so afraid.

Trying to calm down, "Yes, yes, the King of Killing stipulates that you cannot sign up without a token..."

Just when the man straightened his back and spoke forcefully to Qian Yang, a deep voice reached his ears.

"Sign him up!"

Hearing this, the man was really shocked. He stammered and replied to the sky: "I know, I know, the respected King of Slaughter!"

After saying that, the man said to Qianyang again: "The great King of Slaughter just now said that Mr. Black Devil, you can sign up without a token, but you need a title after all. I wonder if you are satisfied with the title Black Devil? "

This person also knew that the so-called black devil was a title given to Qian Yang by others, not Qian Yang's self-proclaimed name.

However, in the Hell Killing Fields, the title is a symbol of the strong, and ordinary people only deserve to have the code name on their identity token as a name.

But Qianyang can't just judge someone as strong. What he did before was really shocking.

He casually strangled 300 people, a feat that only the Shura King two years ago could barely accomplish.

But only barely.

Therefore, he didn't know if his rash use of this title to register Qianyang would anger Qianyang, so he asked this question.

Qianyang thought for a moment and said, "Let's call him Ba Ba."

The man opened his mouth in surprise. He thought he heard wrongly and couldn't help asking: "What's your name?"

Qian Yang raised his eyebrows, did this guy want to take advantage of him?

"That's what you just heard!"

The man was a little messy.

Calling yourself dad is something that no one has ever done in the Killing City.

Isn't he afraid of offending the King of Slaughter?

However, this person thought of what the King of Slaughter had just said. It seemed that the great King of Slaughter still had some tolerance for him. After all, no one had ever been able to sign up without an identity token.

The man quickly shook his head when he thought of this, not daring to continue thinking about it.

"This guy can't really be the illegitimate son of the King of Slaughter... He doesn't even look like it."

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