Douluo's Way

Chapter 208 Prove Your Original Heart, Forge Your Killing Heart

Being able to be named "God" was not given by the Slaughter Capital, but just a nickname in the inner city, but it is enough to prove that many fallen people absolutely affirm Qianxuan's strength.

All the fallen people around watched the entire process of Qianxuan being besieged and killed. Rather than saying that Qianxuan was besieged and killed, it would be better to say that Qianxuan massacred these 300 people.

The entire massacre process was extremely monotonous, Qian Xuan just stood there, smiling and sending all these people into the arms of the God of Death.

When the last person under Qianxuan's control cut his own throat with a sharp blade in his hand, making him feel the loss of blood and life slowly, and finally turned into a cold corpse.

The killing intent around Qianxuan also took advantage of this crazy killing to produce a qualitative breakthrough, and this was the only time that Qianxuan almost lost his mind and turned into a killing machine.

In a place like the killing capital, the desire to kill in the body will continue to burst out. This is a kind of torture to the spirit and soul, and it is the beginning of depravity.

Qianxuan, on the other hand, took a slanted sword. Since entering the killing, he has never suppressed or controlled the killing intent that burst out in his body. It is comparable to the killing intent of Tang San and others after a hundred consecutive victories in the original book.

Qianxuan also constantly used that crazy killing intent to temper his own soul, to prove his true heart, and to forge his own killing intent.

The Taishang Heart Sutra, practiced by Qianxuan, has the following description of the law of cultivating the mind.

"The heart is the source of misfortune, and the heart is the Taoism."

"Without attachment, non-attachment becomes true"

Killing can be the root of disaster, and it is the original intention of the Tao, and it is done with the heart.

Killing is obsession, no attachment but mindful nature, the nature is not stained by the mind.

With the supreme killing intent, prove the original heart, and forge the killing intent.

Zheng Xin also proved the Dao, Qianxuan believed that relying on the experience in the Slaughter City will definitely be of great benefit to his future journey of cultivation.

And this time, almost falling, also made Qianxuan's Dao heart more rounded and firm, and he also made a breakthrough in the power of the soul. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and often the improvement brought about by pressure is the greatest.

At the same time, the prototype of Qianxuan's killing intent was also forged, and he began to continuously polish and perfect his own killing intent with the help of the growing killing intent in his body.

During this year, Qianxuan's mana level has been on the verge of breaking through level 67 from the original level, to now it is on the verge of breaking through level 69. In the past year, Qianxuan's mana level has only increased by two levels.

Although the increase in mana level is not great, Qianxuan's current combat power is not comparable to what he was a year ago. At least it has increased by several times. The last aspect of the perfection of technical power is the comprehension of various laws.

During this year, first of all, under the teaching of the Silver Dragon King, Daoxuan's avatar has a qualitative improvement in its control over the power of water and fire. In addition, Qianxuan has not been idle in the killing capital, waiting for hell on weekdays. During the killing match, he was constantly analyzing the sealing power in the killing city. Although he didn't fully analyze it, with the help of this power, Qianxuan's use and control of the sealing power has also been comprehensively improved.

Slaughter City, on the top rooftop, in a dark and spacious room.

An extraordinarily huge chair, inlaid with this blue and purple two-color crystal.These crystals outline a drum tower-like form.Except for this chair, everything here is dark red, and a tall figure stands safely on the chair.In the dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only vaguely see that this man was tall and thin, and he was the King of Slaughter.

In the room, there is a huge glass window in front of it. Because it is at the top, through the glass, people in the room can easily see any scene below, but the bottom cannot see the scene above.

At this time, a cold female voice sounded in the room. This voice must be very familiar to Qianxuan, it is that black-veiled girl.

"The great king, the smiling death has won 78 games."

The Slaughter King replied coldly: "I know."

"The great king. Shall we start contacting him? After all, there has been no real strong man joining in the capital of killing for a long time."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, and he looked at the black-veiled girl: "Do you think he is a real strong man?"

"Whether it is in terms of skills or strength, the smiling Reaper can be called a real strong man, especially the terrifying killing intent around the smiling Reaper, which seems to have no effect on him. Most people go to the end It's not trying to suppress and restrain the desire to kill in the body. But not only did this smiling Death God not suppress and restrain, but from the moment he entered the killing city, he deliberately used the power of the killing city to continuously breed the killing desire in his body. As if this smiling Reaper was born to kill."

A sneer appeared on the corner of the Slaughter King's mouth, "How far do you think he can go?"

The black veil girl's expression remained unchanged, but there was a trace of resentment in her eyes, but she couldn't be blatant, she just said: "It will be a matter of time before a hundred games are completed. Even Hell Road may not be a big threat to it. "

"Oh?" There was a strange red light in the blood-red eyes of the Slaughter King, and he just said coldly: "This kid can't be subdued!"

The black veil girl continued: "The great King of Slaughter, relying on the strength of the smiling God of Death, will become a God of Slaughter sooner or later. I'm afraid that he will bring unpredictable results to the city of Slaughter. After all, every The appearance of a famous killing god will always be accompanied by a crisis for the killing city. Isn’t there such an instruction left on the fable wall of our killing city? Appearing, it caused the Slaughter City to suffer heavy damage, if it really comes again this time, I'm afraid..."

The King of Slaughter looked at the girl in black veil and thought for a while, then said, "What do you want?"

There was a hint of a smile on the black veil girl's face, "Great King, how about this? Before the smiling Reaper has won a hundred consecutive victories, let's kill him and hurry up!"

Before the words fell, two blood-red rays of light spewed out from the eyes of the Slaughter King, the surrounding air visibly became viscous, and the strong smell scattered in all directions. Shouting, his body fell to the ground weakly, trembling violently.

"It seems that the slap that the smiling god of death gave you back then didn't wake you up. Don't think that I dote on you, and you just get carried away. You know that there must be a murderous god behind that smiling god of death. Who is the killing god behind the god of death? Any killing god is a devastating disaster to the capital of hell. You should be clear, but you still dare to say such words, don't use your idiot-like thoughts Come to insult the IQ! There will be another time"

There was a terrifying killing intent in the blood-red eyes of the Slaughter King.

The girl in black gauze curled up on the ground with a pale face, not daring to speak.

The King of Slaughter looked at Qianxuan who was cultivating in the midst of the slaughter through the glass window, and seemed to recall something. A stern look flashed in his eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Smiling Death? This is the capital of Slaughter, God In this world, don’t you come whenever you want, leave whenever you want, and want to breed killing intent, yes, I will help you! I want to see if you can really survive under this absolute killing intent. Can't laugh out loud!"

Time passed slowly.

Another day of competition.

This is already Qianxuan's No.90 game, and four months have passed. This time Qianxuan used sword intent, pure sword intent, looking at the nine people who had turned into corpses in the field , Qianxuan didn't put the sword back on his back, but walked out of the hell killing field with a cold expression holding the Taixuan sword.

Looking at the 90 or [-] fallen people who had already gathered outside the killing field of hell, Qianxuan's expression seemed to have been expected. As soon as Qianxuan stepped out of the killing field of hell, the [-] or [-] people began to rush one after another. Not afraid of death, he rushed towards Qianxuan, as if sent over to let Qianxuan kill him.

The Taixuan sword in Qianxuan's hand also moved, and every swing of the sword would take away the life of a fallen person.

Ever since Qianxuan's 78 consecutive victories, the number of people who came to besiege him began to inexplicably increase crazily.

After each match, there were at least seventy or eighty or more degenerates on a scale of more than a hundred, desperately frantically heading towards Qianxuan Siege, as if someone was controlling them.

For such a strange change, Qian Xuan already had an answer in his heart.

And not only that, since Qianxuan's 78 consecutive victories, Qianxuan can feel that the entire killing city has begun to help him crazily to encourage the killing intent in his body.

Coupled with the crazy death of those fallen, and every hell killing match.

The more you kill, the stronger you kill the fallen, and the stronger the killing intent you get back. Every time you kill a person, Qian Xuan can feel the desire to kill in his body, which is obviously increasing.

The number of people killed by Qianxuan has already exceeded 80. Generally, killing hundreds of people by normal people will have a considerable impact on the alignment of spirit and character, but Qianxuan has far exceeded [-] times.

The ever-increasing killing intent in Qianxuan's body also seemed to turn into substance. I don't know if it was because Qianxuan had killed too many people. The killing intent around Qianxuan was like a red mist around Qianxuan. Half a meter, one meter, and now it is close to ten meters!
In front of Qianxuan's substantive killing intent, anyone who gets close will be affected by it, degenerate, go crazy, and finally turn into a killing machine. It can be seen how terrifying Qianxuan's killing intent is now falling to the ground.

Under this madly growing desire to kill, the same speed of Qianxuan's killing heart has also increased sharply, and his heart has become more determined. If Qianxuan's killing heart has not been forged, then such a crazy killing heart Yu had already degenerated Qianxuan into a machine that only knew how to kill.

It's a pity that Qianxuan's murderous intention was formed in a short time, not only will this killing intention not affect Qianxuan, but it will all become nourishment for Qianxuan's murderous intention.

So not only was Qianxuan not affected in any way, on the contrary, he strengthened his mind even more amidst the crazily breeding killing intent.

Of course, there is still a need to put on a show, so in the eyes of outsiders, the indifference in Qianxuan's expression has increased significantly, and even in some battles, bloodthirsty emotions will occasionally be revealed, giving people a feeling that Qianxuan is gradually being used. The crazy murderous aura around him affected his own mind.

"King of Slaughter, I really want to thank you!" Qianxuan smiled slightly, although the smile was especially permeable under the murderous aura.

In the room on the roof.

The King of Slaughter looked through the glass at Qianxuan's body that had turned into a real killing aura, his blood-red eyes were full of excitement, and he murmured to himself: "What a strong killing intent! Kill, let's degenerate! Well, this body is already old... Is it the god of death? Such a young body with great potential is in line with my king's identity!"

"Srustling, hahaha!" The King of Slaughter let out a hoarse and strange low laugh, and the sound alone gave people a feeling of horror!

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91 consecutive victories, surrounded by hundreds of people!

92 consecutive victories, 200 people besieged!

93 consecutive victories, 300 people besieged!

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99 consecutive victories, nearly a thousand people besieged!

In the sea of ​​blood and corpses of nearly a thousand people, Qianxuan stood in the center, gasping for breath. The killing of nearly a thousand people also made Qianxuan's mind a little tired, and there was a trace of blood red in his eyes. The killing intent of terrorist materialization has spread to 50 meters.

At this time, Qianxuan's terrifying killing intent can already be said to exist in a domain, different from the killing god domain bestowed by God Shura, this is a domain transformed by Qian Xuan's pure killing intent.

The madness of the Slaughter King made Qianxuan a little unexpected. In addition to the siege that became more and more crazy after the game, there were more and more people sneaking up on him on weekdays, and the speed of the last few games was faster than before. A lot faster, never more than five days between games.

In less than fifty days, the number of fallen people killed by Qianxuan is comparable to the number killed in the past year.

"Do you want to crush me with an absolute desire to kill? It's a pity that all you have done will only be the nourishment for my growth."

Qian Xuan raised his head and looked towards the room on the roof. Although he couldn't see the people in the room clearly, Qian Xuan had a faint smile on his face. No one would like to look at this fallen person in the smiling killing capital, because this is the god of death. Smile, as long as anyone greets the familiar smile on Qianxuan's face, he will enter the embrace of death in the next second.

"It's such a wonderful breath... The last straw that breaks the camel's back should be coming soon, soon..."

In the room, the King of Slaughter was standing by the window, looking down at Qianxuan. The two seemed to be looking at each other through the room. The King of Slaughter clenched his fists tightly, his expression slightly dark...

(End of this chapter)