The original god of Douluo mainland

Zhong Yan threw away the blood-stained rock spear, and one end of the rock spear was stuck on the ground, dissipating on the spot like starlight.

He clapped his hands, looked at the white robe on his body, and after making sure that there was no blood on it, the brows that were slightly frowned because of disgust relaxed, and then he walked out of the killing field amidst the cheers of the audience.

Not far from the killing field, while walking, Zhong Yan shook his head and sighed, "Oh," then he casually grabbed a rock spear, turned around, and threw it forcefully at a big man behind him who had just drawn out his dagger.

The sound of the sharp blade piercing the body resounded in this small area. The rock spear passed through the body of the big man and nailed it to the wall of the killing field behind. With a "plop", the big man fell powerlessly to the ground. Those who secretly drew out their weapons all secretly stuffed them back in unanimously.

The onlookers made way for themselves, and the girl in black came forward from this passage and said in a slightly respectful voice, "Please follow me, I will take you to the place where you live."

one year later

In the killing field of hell, Zhong Yan, dressed in white clothes like snow, walked in slowly holding a rock gun, while the other nine people were all staring at Zhong Yan, their eyes were full of fear that could not be hidden, and their bodies were even worse. Involuntarily trembling slightly.

Every day when I come out from the killing field and return to my residence, I take out a set of tea sets from the soul guide, pour it slowly with clean water, heat a pot of hot water, set the tea, brew it, and slowly polish every movement. I am enjoying the whole process, and finally take a sip.

Even if he brewed a pot of hot tea every day to cultivate himself, but in a place where killings were happening everywhere, Zhong Yan still inevitably carried a cold murderous aura.

The pale golden eyes were still as bright as before, it seemed that the filth here hadn't affected Zhong Yan at all, and there was still a spring-like smile on his face, as if he was seeing off the other nine people on the field.

"Let's go together!" Jiu Dao roared from Zhong Yan almost at the same time, and they could only use this method to comfort themselves or each other and muster up their courage.

With a step on the soles of his feet, his figure floated to one of the people like a shadow, and the spear moved, and the next moment, the steel sword in that person's hand was cut in half by the rock spear in Zhong Yan's hand, and became two halves together with the steel sword And a big man with a knife.

Turning around in the air and kicking out, Zhong Yan kicked a dagger thrown by someone into another person's neck.

The man clutched his neck weakly before he died, unable to utter a scream, and all he saw before his death was a snow-like figure in white clothes dancing in the crowd with patches of blood.

When he jumped to the highest point in the sky, the rock spear came out of his hand and pierced a figure holding a knife in front of him, and Zhong Yan landed beside him, gently pulled out the rock spear from his body, turned around, and looked at him with his cold eyes. with the rest.

But in just an instant, there were three fewer enemies on the field.

Shouts erupted from the audience.

"White Death God!"

The remaining six people nodded to each other, "Go together! Don't be afraid!"

Raising their respective weapons, they rushed towards the white "pigeon" in front of them, but unfortunately, their bravery only resulted in six more corpses on the ground.

Seventy wins.

In the highest room in the Slaughter Capital, in the entire dark red room, only a chair carved from blue-purple crystal seemed out of place.

"The great King of Slaughter, Death in White has won another game, and he has reached seventy victories." An enchanting female voice came from the figure in front of the chair.

"I know, what do you think of him?" A low male voice came from the figure sitting on the chair.

"It's only a matter of time before we can complete the challenge of a hundred consecutive victories in the killing field of hell, but there may still be some problems in Hell Road. But I think he is very suitable to be our person. He is like a dancing butterfly in the killing field, elegant, Turn killing into art."

The Slaughter King was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Then, bring him to see me."

"Obey, my great king."

With a wave of his hand, the figure in front of him consciously offered him a glass of Bloody Mary.

In another room, Zhong Yan, who was drinking tea, welcomed a guest.

"It's been a long time since I saw you."

"I'm only responsible for serving as your guide. After the task is completed, I naturally don't need to see you again." The woman wearing a black veil looked at the tea in front of her and frowned slightly.

"Why do you come to me today?"

"It is your honor, the great king wants to see you."

Zhong Yan seemed a little surprised, and was taken aback for a moment, "The Slaughter King wants to see me?"

The girl in black showed an extremely admiring expression on her face, "It's an honor to be the king's subordinate and serve the great and supreme king."

Zhong Yan put down the teacup, poured out the remaining tea, tidied up a little, stood up, and said to the girl in black with a smile on his face, "Then take me away."

[King of Slaughter?Tsk tsk tsk, if he knew that I was sent by the teacher, he might not have contacted me so early]

A sharp and voluptuous female voice sounded, "Reaper in white please."

"Da da da……"

The door was closed, and in the pitch-black room, only the blue-purple crystal throne exuded a faint light.

"You are the King of Slaughter. Shouldn't you salute first when you meet the king?" Zhong Yan slowly walked into the throne with a smile, saying that he wanted to salute, but neither his tone nor his actions changed at all. He walked in front of the throne, A middle-aged man wrapped in a scarlet cloak appeared in front of his eyes, with a pale face and blood-red eyes.

"The Slayer—the God of Death in white clothes? You don't look like you can salute." The King of Slaughter showed a pair of fangs that were much longer than normal humans when he spoke.

"When I meet the king, I will naturally salute."

"Oh? What do you mean, I'm not the real king." The voice of the Slaughter King revealed a trace of anger, and his blood-red eyes were also fixed on Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan, who was dressed in white, suddenly grabbed a rock spear and stabbed at the King of Slaughter, and the King of Slaughter grabbed the rock spear with a big wave of his hand.

"Are you provoking me? Slayer."

"I just want to try the moisture of you, the King of Slaughter."

"Very good, Slayer, you have angered me!" The King of Slaughter smashed the rock spear with a slightly forceful hand because of his anger.

The shattered fragments of the rock gun hit the Slaughter King's face, and he was stunned. After a while, he looked at the smiling Zhong Yan and said in horror: "This is not your martial soul! Use soul skills!"

Zhong Yan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and just smiled lightly, "Who made the rule that the capital of killing cannot use soul skills? Asura God? Or Rakshasa God? But what does their rule have to do with me?"

"I'm a person who doesn't like to follow the rules."

PS: There is only one update today. The head teacher came to our dormitory to sit and chat for two hours.Make it up later