Douluo: Rely on the dress-up system to hold the god-woman set

The scarlet mist diffused in the spacious hall, and the messenger bowed to the Slaughter King on the throne, and said solemnly:
"Wang, 'Gongshuo' won nine battles today and won again."

"I know."

The tall figure was surrounded by a thick scarlet mist, and only a dark outline could be seen, but the specific appearance could not be seen.

"Her background has not been found. However, the great king, in less than a year, 'Gongshuo' has won 53 games in a row. Should we contact her? There are already dozens of people in the capital of killing There have been no real strong people joining in this year. Perhaps, we can contact her to see if she wants to change her way of life." The messenger said tentatively.

The Slaughter King on the throne rejected the messenger's suggestion.

"Hmph, there's no need. Forgive me for being a three-inch tongue, and you won't be able to convince her."

The envoy was puzzled: "Why, king? If she really joins your command, she will have the freedom to enter and leave the killing capital, as well as an incomparably honored position in the killing capital. Isn't this enough to tempt her?"

"Although the spirit and appearance need to be studied, she is indeed from the Hall of Spirits. It doesn't matter to other titled Douluo, but there is a god of death and another god enshrined in the Hall of Spirits. Do you think that the Hall of Spirits will Are you willing to let such a good seedling go?"

When he said this, the Slaughter King's tone was mocking.

More favorable resources, connections, and honorable status.

Even if he can freely enter and exit after becoming a real member of the Slaughter City, how can the eagle be willing to be imprisoned in this dark underground purgatory?
"This" made the messenger dumbfounded.

If "Gongshuo" really came from Wuhundian, then with her talent, the treatment in Wuhundian, which always values ​​talents, will not be bad.

What's more, their Killing Capital had an agreement with Wuhundian thousands of years ago, and the agreement has continued to this day, and may even last longer.

However, it was also said to be "possible".

Who knows if Wuhundian will suddenly tear up the agreement one day and aim its sharp blade at the killing capital.

The Slaughter King raised his hand and waved away the envoy with a complicated expression.

The hall returned to silence.

Surrounded by the scarlet mist, the King of Slaughter raised his eyes, and a deeper dark red light shot out. The fingers casually resting on the armrest of the throne were raised a little higher, and the long and sharp nails that looked like beast claws were on the armrest. Double tap on:

"Although as a member with an identity card, they are all members of my Slaughter City."

"But that doesn't mean that you don't need to knock on the door before entering someone else's house."

The deep voice of the Slaughter King resounded in the empty hall.

"Since you're here, come out."

The cold light cast by the blue and amethyst inlaid on the wall is slightly distorted.

The shadow cast on the wall began to shake.

In the next second, a turbid black vortex swallowed the wall and appeared in the Slaughter King's field of vision.

The fluffy black long hair turned into loose silver-white long hair the moment he stepped out of the shadow vortex.

The girl's exquisite face seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred and hazy halo in the overflowing golden brilliance, which was incompatible with the chaotic hall.

The breeze blew up the fine pieces of Liuhai in front of his forehead, revealing the shimmering golden wing engravings.

Dots of light golden light lingered in the hair, and the clear light purple pupils reflected the tall figure on the throne surrounded by scarlet mist.

What surprised the Slaughter King was that what he saw in those eyes was not a cloud of red mist, but a clear, true appearance of himself.Ferocious red horns grow from the temple and extend backwards.

The mysterious bloody lines flowed on the face like hot molten liquid, hidden in the neck under the black and red armor, exuding an ominous red light.

The almost off-white complexion that deviated from normal people made the blood-red lines even more coquettish, exuding a strong sense of inhumanity.

This is the true appearance of the Slaughter King hidden under the scarlet mist.

"Come uninvited, please forgive me, the King of Slaughter."

Qian Yuelong, who appeared in her true form, said without sincerity.

The King of Slaughter looked at Qian Yuelong's appearance, and his eyes stayed between her brows for a few more seconds, before he let out a light snort, and waved away the scarlet mist, revealing his true appearance, his deep voice could not hear any emotion:
"Welcome to the Temple of Hell, descendants of the Angel line."

This human girl was indeed, as he thought, related to the legendary god enshrined in Wuhun Palace.

Although it is not an angel spirit, but the pure aura that purifies everything is exactly the same as the angel spirit he hates.

The bloodline is as pure as that of an angel, so will there be a mutated martial soul?
The Slaughter King speculates about Qian Yuelong's life experience in his heart, but Qian Yuelong, who is maintaining a smiling mask on the surface, is also twitching in his heart.

She originally thought that as long as she was conspicuous enough, the other party would come to her sooner or later, but she didn't expect that it had been more than half a year and she hadn't seen the Slaughter King send someone to contact her.

I am not the mountain, I am the mountain.

She just had to take the initiative.

As a result, I saw it, good guy. This can no longer be called a person, the soul is complicated, and it is estimated that in a few hundred years, the three bat beasts transformed into evil thoughts in the original text will really take all of this body. Control it.

However, this situation is more favorable to her.

"You don't intend to join my Killing City, why did you take the initiative to find me?"

The King of Slaughter stared at Qian Yuelong and spoke slowly, the coldness flashing in his eyes was extremely real, as if if Qian Yuelong didn't give him a reason to convince him, he would settle the score with her.

The air in the Hell Hall visibly became viscous after Qian Yuelong appeared, and the strong smell of blood made people almost nauseated, even those who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood felt nauseated.

Qian Yuelong turned a deaf ear and said: "Although I come from Wuhundian, I don't intend to join Killing City, but I think, since there was an agreement between Killing City and Wuhundian, is it possible to add a new cooperation after this?" What about the agreement?"

"Oh?" The Slaughter King narrowed his eyes and looked at Qian Yuelong carefully.

"What capacity do you use to say this sentence? Is it yourself, or do you think you can represent Wuhundian?"

People from other colleges and irrelevant personnel were not allowed to watch the finals of the elite competition. Even if Qian Yuelong announced her identity, many people only knew that Qian Yuelong, the saint of Wuhun Temple, was a soul emperor at a young age, and her talent was too high. People, the martial soul should be a plant martial soul, the others are unknown, and the appearance has not been revealed.

Moreover, the Slaughter Capital has few contacts on the ground, and most of them stay in their strongholds on the ground. The intelligence system has it, but the news will lag behind, and they don't know that the saint of the Wuhun Temple has already been established.

Qian Yuelong, who noticed that the news of the killing capital was not very well informed, blinked and nodded happily:

"It's myself, and on behalf of the Hall of Spirits, extending an invitation to cooperate with you."

Now, it was the King of Slaughter's turn to fall silent.

".who are you?"

Qian Yuelong bowed slightly, clasped his right hand lightly on his left chest, and gave a soul master salute to the King of Slaughter:
"My name is Qian Yuelong, and I am the current Saintess of the Spirit Hall."