[Douluo] Mirror Spirit Mind Aspect

On the killing field of hell, ten people formed their own formations.

The only girl on the field was dressed in silver-gray clothing, with a tall and perfect figure, and her silver-white hair was tied up high.

When the game started, the degenerates in the audience were excited, shouting, roaring, and shouting crazily.

Maybe it's because the woman's delicate face and clean appearance are out of place.

Perhaps it was because the murderous aura around the woman seemed to have condensed into substance.

Perhaps the malice in the woman's eyes was too strong.

The remaining nine people aimed their spears at the woman in unison.

Facing the combined siege of nine people, the woman held a long sword in her hand and remained motionless.

As soon as the right foot stepped out, the nine people rushed forward quickly or slowly, and the sharp blade was already swung down.

The sharp edge suddenly appeared, and the afterimage passed by.

There was no fierce fighting, and no missing parts of the body as imagined.

By the time everyone reacted, the woman had already walked slowly towards the center of the competition field. The sharp sword in her hand was sharp and there was no blood on it, while the nine people behind her still maintained the same action as before.

All killed in one hit.

The lifeless bodies couldn't hold on and fell to the ground one after another, and large amounts of blood flowed out of the corpses.

There was a dead silence in the auditorium, and after the dead silence came even more crazy noises and shouts.

And the woman walked out of the arena after absorbing the soul power.

……

After the game, Jing Xin chopped off a few of the tails that were trying to kill him, and then returned to his temporary residence, a stone house.

Apart from a bed and a sofa, there is nothing else.

Jing Xin sat on the sofa and slowly sorted out the soul power absorbed from the competition today. The soul power obtained from these abnormal channels was messy and impure. If it was not sorted out, it would not matter in the short term.

But if it accumulates over time, it will still cause a lot of trouble.

Five of the opponents in today's battle are at the Soul King level, and the remaining two are Soul Emperors and one Soul Saint.

Out of the Killing City, the siege of these nine people may be a major challenge for Jing Xin.

But it's a pity that this is a city of killing, a place where survival depends on brains, skills, and weapons. A high level of soul power does not mean victory.

If he can't move faster than her, there will only be one result.

However, several consecutive competitions made her discover some problems.

Although the winner can absorb the soul power of the loser, what he can absorb is far less than what the nine people should have.

So where did the remaining unabsorbed soul power go...

Apart from her, there were only nine corpses on the field, and according to her observation, those souls showed no signs of leaving the field.

That's the problem on the field...

……

Endless fighting is the norm in the killing city.

The life and death competition on the field, the chaos and corruption off the field.

As the number of consecutive victories gradually accumulates, Jing Xin's opponents become stronger and stronger, and they can no longer defeat the enemy with one blow as they did in the beginning.

She is not invincible and tireless, she can get hurt and get tired.

But she couldn't relax, let alone fall.

It's not like Jing Xin has never experienced being chased and intercepted by dozens or even hundreds of people after a game.

In such a situation, killing to stop killing is the best policy.

In order to deal with those miscellaneous things, she suffered even more serious injuries.

But so what.

As long as she's breathing, as long as she's standing.

No one or anything can defeat her faith or stop her progress.

What's more, although the price paid is huge, the rewards gained are also more generous.

Opportunities are always accompanied by death, and only death can push people's potential to the extreme.

He raised his head and caressed his forehead, the cold touch on his fingertips was so real.

Jing Xin's lips are slightly hooked, it's almost time.

……

Another game without any suspense.

The center of the mirror absorbed the spoils belonging to the winner, and the audience kept shouting the name "Yellow Spring".

That was what people in the Killing City called her as Jingxin's performance continued to rise.

Just like "Huangquan Road" and "Huangquan Dew".

One sends people on their way.

One is addictive.

Suddenly, a strange look caught Jing Xin's attention.

Because this gaze is very different in a place like the Killing City, it is so clean and clear.

Following the feeling, a young man with blue hair, a tall and strong figure, and a half-mask came into view. Next to him was an acquaintance, the woman in black gauze who once led Jing Xin into the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter. messenger.

The eternal silver eyes were full of malice and coldness, and the audience who were glanced at them fell silent.

The two look at each other.

Although the distance was a bit far, it did not affect the complexity and shock that Jing Xin noticed in the eyes of the owner of the blue eyes.

This person gave her a strange feeling...

Jing Xin squinted his eyes slightly and looked away, feeling somewhat vaguely familiar.

However, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, this is her No. 90 nine games, and she will leave here soon.

She has been here for almost two years and cannot delay any longer.

After returning to his residence, Jing Xin began to sort out and practice.

An hour later, the silver-white eyes opened, and the deathly cold silence was shocking.

Raising his head to summon the martial spirit "Mirror", Jingxin stood up and walked to the mirror.

The figure reflected inside is the "mirror's heart", but it is not quite the same as the mirror's heart now.

Because her dragon horns were not shown in the center of the mirror, but she was in the mirror.

After a long time, "Jing Xin" said, "You already have the body of the dragon, the wisdom of the dragon, and the power of the dragon."

"There is still one crucial point left."

Jing Xin raised his eyes and stared at the mirror body quietly.

"Dragon Soul."

Three days later.

Jing Xin adjusted her condition to the best, because after today's game, it will be the road to hell.

Jing Xin walked towards the Hell Killing Fields. Just halfway, she saw the blue-haired boy whom she had just seen a few days ago. Behind him, there were not surprisingly a few people wearing cats.

When they came into contact with Jing Xin's sight, those people left here despite being unwilling to do so.

They don't dare to face "Yellow Spring", which is a monster with a 99-game winning streak.

The young man obviously also noticed her, and his originally fast pace gradually slowed down.

Jing Xin's eyes only glanced at him for a few times and then looked away. Judging from his appearance, he should have just finished a game.

The moment they passed each other, a feeling of blue silver grass made Jing Xin frown.

Blue Silver Grass...

Although he had some doubts, Jing Xin did not stop and walked straight forward.

"Pfft!"

The last opponent fell dead.

One hundred games and she was done.

The almost substantial murderous intent brought huge pressure in the air. Around the huge arena, a large number of fallen people watching the battle fell silent under the murderous intent released by Jing Xin.

"Congratulations, the beautiful and powerful visitor from hell."

Deep and sharp sounds suddenly came from all directions, and the strong sense of oppression immediately made Jing Xin's face turn pale.

The atmosphere in the Hell Killing Fields suddenly rose to the extreme, because in mid-air, a blood-red figure was falling from the sky.

"King of Slaughter!"

"King of Slaughter!"

"King of Slaughter!"

Even though the shouts made the fallen ones become hoarse, they had no intention of stopping.

Jing Xin raised her eyes and looked at the scarlet figure in mid-air.

It was a tall man wearing dark red armor.

He has a pale face, a pair of blood-red eyes, and a pair of horns on his head.

Of course, not as good-looking as her.

Watching his body slowly descend from the air, and finally suspended a few meters above the ground.

A strange, half-human guy.

Accompanied by the smell of decay.

Although he is long, he is not ugly.

The King of Slaughter's gaze fell on the viewing platform of the Slaughter Field of Hell.

"I am very happy to witness the birth of a strong person in the killing field today. Yum Sheng, who has not appeared for more than ten years, is revealed in her. With her powerful strength and terrifying murderous intent, she will make you Trembling."

"Really? My people!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The King of Slaughter seems to have a unique charm that causes all the fallen to have an almost crazy worship after seeing him.

Sure enough, there is no normal person in this damn place.

The boy was the same, behaving strangely.

The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked into the mirror, "Yum, very good. In order to commend your achievements, I decided to grant you the title of God of Killing. From now on, you can freely enter and exit the Killing City, and you will be hired as My guest in the city of killing."

Jing Xin raised his brows and raised an evil smile on his lips. He looked directly at the King of Slaughter without fear, with the malice in his eyes clearly revealed.

"I came here for only one purpose, the road to hell."

She has only one purpose, to kill the god of death.

But if you don't walk through the road to hell, you won't get the realm of the God of Killing. What's the use of just having the title of God of Killing.

The King of Slaughter narrowed his eyes and looked at Jing Xin for a moment.

"Hahaha, you are indeed a young genius. Say hello to your elders for me."

Oh?

That being said, he also knew her origins.

That is to have some scruples.

interesting……

Thick red mist was suddenly released from the King of Slaughter, and the majestic aura surged out from it.

But what he released was not murderous intent, but an extremely evil aura and a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Unfortunately, it has no effect on the mirror heart.

The King of Slaughter glanced at the center of the mirror, his face almost unchanged and motionless, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

The cold and evil red ripples slowly spread out, and within a few breaths, they had spread to the entire place.

The degenerates in the audience were all surprisingly excited. They all wanted to see the road to hell open.

But the Fallen who were cheering crazily slowly became quiet as the red light came, and then each Fallen's eyes began to become dull.

Then it turns red with blood.

When the red light enveloped the entire hell field, forming a huge barrier, there was an endless stream of painful shouts.

A steady stream of blood flowed from the auditorium to the center of the killing field, clearly visible.

Although Jing Xin has carried out hundreds of killings here, this is the first time he has seen such a large-scale killing. This is the real corpse drowning in a sea of ​​blood.

Turning to look at the King of Slaughter, this is why no one has ever seen the Hell Road open.

"It is their honor to be the sacrifice that opens the road to hell."

The low voice of the Slaughter King sounded. At this time, except Jing Xin and him, there was no one else alive.

I don't know when grooves appeared on the ground, and blood poured into them, gradually converging into a huge blood-red pattern on the ground.

After releasing his mental power, he discovered that it turned out to be the pattern of a bat.

Suddenly, a huge red light shot up into the sky, sweeping Jing Xin's body inside, instantly crushing the mental power she had released.

All the surrounding perception becomes blurred.

Faintly, the low words of the Slaughter King echoed in my ears.

"Good luck on the road to hell."