Douluo's Magical System

"Okay, even if I can leave here, what about you? You are the messenger here, and when the time comes to go to hell, I will be the only one to go. How can you leave with me?" Wang Xiaotian asked puzzledly, after all, this is the place of killing. It's not a place where you can just come and leave. Only eight people have left in the past thousand years.

"My martial spirit is special. It is a shadow. When the time comes, I can possess the young master, and I can naturally be taken out by him." An Ye said softly. As an envoy, she can use soul skills in this killing city. , which is why she dared to tell Wang Xiaotian to leave together.

"Then what can I get if I take you out? Don't talk about your body, I'm not interested." When Wang Xiaotian heard that An Ye's martial spirit was a shadow, he suddenly had some ideas in his mind, but the premise was that An Ye had to work hard with him. OK.

"An Ye is willing to serve the young master for the rest of her life!" An Ye said and bowed. She was willing to pay any price for freedom and to get out of this dirty place!

"It's not necessary to serve me, but I do want you to do things for me." Wang Xiaotian said without hesitation. He is not the Holy Mother and will not help others for no reason. Since he wants to take Dark Night out, he must Get as much reward as possible.

Moreover, An Ye is not very old now, only 25 years old at most, but her cultivation level is around that of the Soul King, and her martial soul is a shadow, so she is very suitable for forming an intelligence force for him.

That's right, with the further expansion of the group, Wang Xiaotian has asked the Murong Lan sisters to use their hands to form the military force belonging to the group. This time Wang Xiaotian plans to mainly form two departments, one responsible for combat, and the other responsible for inquiring about intelligence. .

Although the two departments have been put up now, they have not yet started functioning. In other words, there is no leader, and Dark Night's Shadow Martial Spirit is just suitable to be the person in his intelligence department.

Well, what I'm drawing is not your person, but your ability!

"Yes, as long as you can take me out, I'm willing to do things with you, even if it's murder and arson." An Ye didn't ask what the matter was, and nodded in agreement, as long as she could go out, she would do it.

No one can understand how much she longs for the outside world and how much she hates the world when she grew up here.

"Okay, then you just wait until I complete a hundred victories." Wang Xiaotian nodded, got up and was about to leave. He has not found a place to live yet.

"Wait a minute, are you really not going to live here with me?" An Ye suddenly said before Wang Xiaotian left. This time she really and sincerely wanted to keep Wang Xiaotian here.

"No, such a comfortable environment is not suitable for training." Wang Xiaotian waved his hands and said without looking back. Since he came here, he naturally wanted to take advantage of this environment and practice hard to make it worthwhile.

An Ye stared blankly at Wang Xiaotian's leaving figure. She didn't know what she was thinking, but there was a smile on her lips and some yearning in her eyes...

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For the rest of his life, Wang Xiaotian lived a very monotonous and lonely life. He would participate in a competition every day, and then would be in a daze and practice. There were no friends or relatives here. This boring life made Wang Xiaotian very uncomfortable.

And with more and more competitions, Wang Xiaotian has become more and more proficient in controlling killing techniques, and can even be said to be handy.

If he could only hit people before, now he can use the most suitable method to give his opponents the most comfortable death. Even later, Wang Xiaotian even deliberately suppressed the immortal martial spirit and used a more ordinary body to kill people. To fight, to fight.

It can be said that apart from being unable to release soul skills, Wang Xiaotian is already a qualified combatant.

But as the game continued to progress, Wang Xiaotian also discovered a problem. This problem did not come from the outside, but his own problem.

Yes, as the killings continued to increase, Wang Xiaotian's heart would actually become a little violent from time to time, and this kind of violence could only be vented by killing people.

In this regard, Wang Xiaotian had to slow down, compete for one day, rest for a day or even a day and a half, two days, and then compete again.

And with Wang Xiaotian's successive victories in the killing fields of hell, his reputation gradually spread throughout the killing city. Because he can make people die less painfully every time he kills, he is called the God of Death!

Killing capital, dark and wide room.

It was an extraordinarily huge chair with blue and purple crystals inlaid on the chair.These crystals outline a drum tower-like shape.Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"The God of Death won another battle today." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I see." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair.In the dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only vaguely see that this person was tall and thin.

"The great king. Shall we start contacting him? It's been a long time since there has been a real strong man in the capital of killing."

"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.

"At least in terms of skills, his Death God seems to be born for the Slaughter City. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even if the Titled Douluo is in the Slaughter City, there is no It's impossible to kill him even with soul skills. And his physical body is also very powerful, I doubt he has soul bones in his body."

The Slaughter King was silent for a moment, "Then do you think, can he complete a hundred games and challenge Hell Road?"

"It will be a matter of time before a hundred games are completed. But he may not be able to walk the road to hell."

After hearing this, the Slaughter King said coldly, "You don't need to touch him anymore."

"Why? Great king, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Wuhundian thousands of years ago, who knows when they will tear up the agreement?"

"I have my own thoughts on this matter. You don't need to say any more. My Shura Sword tells me in the dark that if I take action against him, the city of Slaughter will be destroyed!" The Slaughter King said, stroking the blood sword beside him. The red sword, knowing that his Shura Sword is a divine weapon, the mysterious feeling is enough for him to pay attention to.

"Yes, my lord!"

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"How's it going?" An Ye asked worriedly as he looked at Wang Xiaotian who had finished his meditation.

98 games, a total of 98 games, this man has already won 98 games in a row, only two games away, he can become a new generation of killing god!

But towards the end, Wang Xiaotian's problems became bigger. His heart had become more and more irritable recently. Today, he even came directly to An Ye's residence just to find a quiet place to adjust.

"Nothing, help me arrange registration for tomorrow." Even though Wang Xiaotian was sitting there motionless at this moment, his own murderous aura still made people feel a lingering fear. Even with such a cultivation level in the dark night, it was a little uncomfortable.

There are two ways to dissolve the killing spirit in the heart, one is mental power and the other is state of mind.

Although Wang Xiaotian has great mental strength, his mental state is not very strong. After all, his life experience cannot be considered rich.

So in the last few games, every time the game ended, he would carefully resolve and suppress the anger in his heart.

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