Douluo Continuing The Seven Shrek Monsters' Road to Godhood

Those who open this kind of place only care about whether there are many people betting, and don't care about the life or death of the opponent. The more exciting it is, the bloody it will be. The more people come to see and place bets. The reputation of the place will be greater. Business will be more prosperous.

"That's it..." Jixiang was very disappointed. He originally wanted to come here to experience life and death, but he didn't expect that he couldn't do it. It is better not to fight if there is no pressure on him, and if others find it interesting, it is better not to fight. Ji Xiang wanted to turn around and leave.

The man saw good luck and wanted to leave. He hurriedly grabbed Ji Xiang and said, "Brother, don't leave in a hurry. How about you choose Contra?"

Ji Xiang shook his head.

At this moment, the man suddenly felt: This young man had encountered something unthinkable. Otherwise, why would a seventy-sixth-level Soul Saint Fei fight a life-or-death battle with a titled Douluo? Isn't that lighting a lantern in the toilet and looking for shit? Could it be that he wanted to fulfill his wish to fight the titled Douluo to the death before he died? Or maybe you think dying at the hands of a titled Douluo will be more honorable?

But that man obviously had no intention of letting go of the young man in front of him who was seeking death. You want to die, what should I advise you to do? Now that you, a level 76 soul saint, have signed up, if you go back and commit suicide because there is no opponent you think is suitable. Didn't we miss an opportunity to make money on you? Besides, what if you figured it out and don’t want to die because you’ve played a few life-and-death games? I am better than building a seven-level pagoda, right? He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, how about I recommend an opponent to you? You will be satisfied!"

"Oh? What kind of opponent?" Jixiang became a little interested.

"Did you see what's written on the poster? The Soul Saint Witch who has won twenty games in a row."

"Soul Saint..."

"Alas! This brother. It seems that this is your first time here and you don't know how powerful this witch is."

"How powerful?"

Seeing Jixiang, I became interested. The man introduced it eloquently, observing Ji Xiang's expression as he spoke, "Although this witch is not a high level among the Soul Saints. She just broke through level seventy-three not long ago, but she is absolutely fierce. No one who fights against her is of a lower level. As for her, she also said that she would not fight anyone whose level is lower than hers. But you see, twenty consecutive victories, including a Contra who has just reached level 80. It’s funny to say that that 80-level The super Contra fought with her until the end, both of them had no soul power, and they were kicked off the fighting platform by her..."

For some reason, when Ji Xiang was listening, what came to mind was Gui Yue's cold, aloof figure, which haunted him. Apart from a few of the six mobs and Gui Yue, Ji Xiang couldn't think of anyone else who could achieve such a record at level 73. Is she also fighting a life and death game here? Ji Xiang felt a little excited in his heart. Why did she come to fight a life and death game? Do you want to squeeze out your potential and become stronger faster like me? So should I challenge her? Can I help her? At this moment, Ji Xiang was in a state of confusion.

"This brother...this brother..."

Ji Xiang came back to his senses when a call came to his ears.

Seeing Ji Xiang's absent-minded look, the person registering thought Ji Xiang was disdainful, and hurriedly said: "How about you see this witch in action first? It will start soon. She will fight against someone who is five levels higher than her tonight. …”

"Is it available tonight?" Jixiang was a little excited, but he tried his best to suppress it, "Then I'll buy a ticket and have a look first."

Jixiang turned around to buy a ticket, took two steps and then paused. He took two steps back and said to the registered person: "I will only watch for a while. If I feel satisfied, I will challenge her. Can you wait for me for a while?"

The person who registered hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay. Hurry up, I want to go home from get off work early and have dinner with my son."

"Thank you!" Ji Xiang rushed to Shi Feng to buy tickets.

More and more people began to buy tickets, Ji Xiang lined up, and their minds were filled with Gui Yue's voice and figure.

"Genuine leather mask, lifelike, fit and comfortable, three guarantees for return and exchange!"

"Genuine leather mask, lifelike, fit and comfortable, three guarantees for return and exchange!"

The shouts of hawkers attracted Ji Xiang's attention.From the fact that everyone fighting in the Soul Field has a lucky number, we can imagine that everyone fighting in the Soul Field should all wear masks. After all, everyone has their own different purposes, and no one wants to show their true colors.Moreover, Jixiang didn't want anyone to recognize him.

I called the mask seller and spent a hundred gold soul coins to buy a mask that looked like he was in his forties. According to the vendor, it was the best quality mask.

It was Jixiang's turn, and he spent another hundred gold soul coins to buy a ticket for the front seat. He didn't have a private room. The worst private room costs 1,888 gold soul coins, and the best one costs 18,888 gold soul coins. It's too expensive. Jixiang is very economical. With this kind of money, it would be better to stay in a hotel.

Not long after, I suddenly heard the sound of a trumpet coming from the door of the fighting spirit arena.

"No. 38, who has won twenty games in a row, will face No. 68, who is five levels higher than her. Start placing your bets now."

"No. 38, who has won twenty games in a row, will face No. 68, who is five levels higher than her. Start placing your bets now."

After two consecutive notifications, Shilong and Shifeng immediately emitted bright light and became brighter. The word "68" imaginaryly lit up above Shilong's head, and the word "38" illusively lit up above Shifeng's head. Following the words, the mouths of Shilong and Shifeng opened and closed slightly, and a card-sized slit appeared on the dragon's neck and Feng's neck. Ji Xiang was surprised and praised, what a wonderful idea, it turned out that the pair of Shilong and Shifeng were not just decorations, but also used for betting.

Soon, a queue formed in front of Shilong and Shifeng. Every time a bettor approached Shilong or Shifeng, Shilong or Shifeng would emit a colorful light shield to cover that person, so that people outside could not see inside. . What a complete and thoughtful design! Jixiang was once again surprised.

Undoubtedly, if the word "38" appears, you will win by betting on number . It seems that the number is really popular. There are many more people queuing in front of Shi Feng waiting to bet than there are people queuing in front of Shi Long. Ji Xiang also went to line up in front of Shi Feng. If No. was really Gui Yue, Ji Xiang didn't think that an ordinary soul saint who was five levels higher than her could beat her.

I want to cheer her up and win some accommodation fees for myself, hehe. Ji Xiang snickered in his heart and asked the person in front of him: "Why do people still bet on number 68 when they know that number 38 has a good chance of winning?"

The person in front turned around and looked at Ji Xiang like a fool, and replied: "That's called playing small to win big. If No. 68 wins, all the money you bet on No. 38 will be lost after deducting the taps in the Soul Fighting Arena. Anyone who bets on number sixty-eight will win a lot.”

"Wouldn't it mean that if No. 38 wins, we will win very little?"

"Of course. But it depends on what you think. After all, No. 38 has a good chance of winning!"

"One more question, where are the soul masters who bet on the competition? What do they get paid for?"

"The soul masters who bet on the match will get their share from the tickets and the draws in the spirit arena. The more people watch and place bets, the more the soul masters who bet on the match will get. Only the soul masters who bet on the match will try their best to fight. The more exciting and exciting the fight, the more people will watch and bet on it... Oh, it's my turn to bet."

When it was Jixiang's turn to place a bet, Jixiang stood in front of Shi Feng and was covered by a colorful light shield. Jixiang took out the gold card given to him by Ning Fengzhi and stuffed it into the slit on Shi Feng's neck. Jixiang has never used this card and doesn't know how much money is in it. Soon, Shi Feng said, "You have one million gold soul coins in your card. How much do you bet?" Ji Xiang was shocked. He didn't expect that the meeting gift given to him by Ning Fengzhi was actually one million gold coins. Soul coins. Maybe he wouldn't be so surprised if he knew that a better meal at the second uncle's "No. 1 restaurant in the world" would cost millions of gold soul coins. He calmed down and pressed "0" and "" four times on a soul power keyboard for inputting numbers that appeared in front of him, betting that it might be Gui Yue's number , one thousand gold soul coins. Ji Xiang is really a frugal and honest child. If it were any of the six monsters, it would be strange not to bet one hundred and eighty thousand when he was so sure.

When Jixiang finished his bet and took away the betting voucher card spit out from Shi Feng's mouth, the huge stone door of the fighting spirit arena had been opened. Jixiang put on his mask and followed the flow of people in.

There were already many people in the spirit fighting arena, and Ji Xiang found his seat according to the tickets.

The interior decoration of the fighting spirit arena is also very elegant, with marble-inlaid steps and patterned carvings. In the center is a circular area for fighting, about 100 meters in diameter, surrounded by a ditch. Outside the ditch, there is a ring-shaped vertical net separated from the auditorium to protect the safety of the audience. The auditorium is a set of steps that rise gradually around a circular area. There are about fifty rows. The first row is all private rooms. Behind it, there is a sudden rise of one step, about three steps high, which is ordinary steps. auditorium.

Sure enough, both No. 38 and No. 68 who were preparing to fight in the fighting area were wearing masks, and many spectators were also wearing masks. The mask is a good thing, no one knows anyone, but it looks cold and lifeless, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

"No. 68 and No. 38 have signed a life and death document, and the fight will begin immediately. Strength speaks for itself in the spirit fighting arena, and the life and death game is more about life and death, but their spirits are eternal! Let us cheer for them !”

After the host made an opening statement, the audience immediately started shouting, mixed with sharp whistles, and the whole place became excited.

Numbers 68 and 38 were already standing in the middle of the fighting area, with their code names on their backs.

Jixiang's eyes were fixed on No. 38. No. 38 wears a mask that looks like that of a thirty-year-old man with a mustache. His fiery red hair is shawl-shouldered, his figure appears to be very thin, and his small arms are a bit longer than ordinary people. Ji Xiang smiled secretly behind the mask. Judging from the figure alone, he should be Gui Yue. He looked at No. 68 again. It was a bald man. He was very tall and strong. His bald head was shiny. He wore a mask with a wide mouth and a big face. He looked like an Arhat.

As soon as the gong sounded, the two of them hugged each other's fists without saying much, stretched out their arms, and showed seven soul rings.

The martial spirit of No. 68 is a giant iron pestle; and after No. 38 activates the martial spirit, his whole person becomes illusory, giving people a vague and non-existent feeling. At the same time, Around him, black and red circles of light were spreading.

Ji Xiang laughed completely. He was too familiar with Gui Yue's martial spirit and talent field, the will-o'-the-wisp field. He was puzzled. A soul ring like No. 68 was just an ordinary soul saint with yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black. Did he think that he was five levels higher than his opponent? Doesn't he know that in addition to soul power, the competition between soul masters also involves soul skills, martial arts, combat experience and adaptability? Didn't he watch Gui Yue's fight before and notice that Gui Yue's soul ring is the best combination of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and Gui Yue's domain? Doesn't he know that Gui Yue is the only one in the entire Douluo Continent with an extremely powerful mutant spirit? Ji Xiang shook his head for No. 68, stood up, and left. It was not easy to become a level 78 soul saint. He just hoped that Gui Yue would not kill No. 68. Judging from the fact that Gui Yue opened the field as soon as he came up, he wanted a quick victory and didn't want to hone himself. He probably didn't want to kill No. 68.