Douluo: My martial spirit is Venerable Dragon

At the end of the game, Chen Xin slowly walked to the auditorium.

Here, he met other than that woman, his only acquaintance in the killing capital.

"It's you." Chen Xin said lightly.

"I didn't expect that we would meet so soon." This person is the emissary of the King of Slaughter. She took the initiative to walk up to Chen Xin and said with a charming face: "The great King of Slaughter wants to see you!" , I wonder if Mr. Chen Xin can give the great Slaughter King a face?"

"The King of Slaughter?" Chen Xin seemed to understand something.

"So, the match just now was carried out with the permission of the Slaughter King."

From the conversations between the nine people, Chen Xin could roughly guess.The ten of them should not have lined up together.

At that time, he didn't choose to think too much, but now it seems that everything makes sense.

Hearing Chen Xin's tone of dissatisfaction with her actions, the woman said apologetically, "Sorry, Mr. Chen Xin. Because of what you did in the killing field of hell, the fallen people behind you did not dare to fight with you." In the same group, so..."

Hearing this, Chen Xin also smiled helplessly.

It seems that my own strength is too strong to scare these people.

"Let's go, the old man wants to meet for a while, what about the King of Slaughter." Chen Xin put away the expression on his face, and followed the envoy of the King of Slaughter to a palace.

This palace is not big, and the whole body is blood red, which is the same as the background color of the entire Slaughter City.

Walking into the hall, Chen Xin saw a man with bat wings on his back and a dark red armor all over his body.

"You're here." The man turned around slowly, and Chen Xin saw his face clearly.

"Parasitic soul beast?" Chen Xin frowned, he could see the trickery of the Slaughter King at a glance.

The Slaughter King didn't care about Chen Xin's words, he continued: "I already know the purpose of your coming here, but in the past thousand years, only eight people have successfully passed the Hell Road, if you are willing to become a I am the elder Ke Qing of the Slaughter City, then you can also enter and leave the Slaughter City freely."

Hearing this, Chen Xin didn't answer immediately, but fell into deep thought.

If he guessed right, then what kind of hell road should be directly below the killing field of hell, and likewise, it is also the core of the entire killing city.

"It seems that it is unrealistic to gather enough murderous aura in the killing field of hell."

Through the match just now, Chen Xin understood that even if there were another hundred matches, the amount of murderous aura gained would still be limited.

Then if you want to condense the real killing god domain, I am afraid that you need to rely on the core strength of the killing capital.

"I'm sorry, I don't think your proposal is very good." Chen Xin refused.

Not only does the divine test require him to obtain the Death God Domain, but also, if he wants to have the strength to defeat Qian Daoliu, he must also have the Death God Domain.

"That's right. That's really confusing." The Slaughter King pretended to be sorry.

He knew in his heart that if he did anything to Chen Xin, he might lose his status, and even his life would be in danger.

Suddenly, there was an undetectable aura on the body of the Slaughter King.

Even if it was only for a moment, it was still captured by Chen Xin.

"It's such a familiar breath, who is he?" Chen Xin was stunned.

He knew very well that he had definitely seen this person before, but he didn't remember it for a short time.

"If there's nothing else, you can leave. I hope you can complete Baisheng and pass through Hell Road successfully." The Slaughter King turned around, ignoring Chen Xin's intentions.

"Accept your good words." Chen Xin replied perfunctorily, and then exited the palace.

"Who could it be? One is someone I know but haven't seen for many years." Along the way, Chen Xin was thinking about this question.

It's just that he has never thought of the answer, but he doesn't have time to continue thinking right now.

The strength shown by Chen Xin has already made some people feel very afraid.

A strong man who can achieve sixty victories in a row can't survive even one move under Chen Xin's hands. If he is allowed to continue like this, it will be fine.

So, under the conspiracy of some people, there is the current scene.

Hundreds of fallen people with various weapons blocked Chen Xin's way.

"Old guy, we won't make things difficult for you, as long as you are willing to cripple your arms, we are willing to let you live." The few leaders took a step forward, as if they would strike at any time as long as Chen Xin's answer dissatisfied them. .

"Hehe, sure enough." Chen Xin remembered the words of the Killing Messenger.

"In the capital of killing, the current danger does not come from the killing fields of hell."

"Old man, our patience is limited." Jian Chenxin answered irrelevantly, and one of the leaders said impatiently.

"Hehe." Chen Xin smiled lightly, "The old man's choice is..."

The next moment, the Seven Killing Sword fell into Chen Xin's hands: "Let you all die."

The Seven Killing Sword flicked lightly in his hand, and a silver light flashed across the sword.

Immediately afterwards, the silver light formed an incomparably sharp sword energy, which shot at the people in front of him.

Except for the powerful person at the head, wherever the sword energy passed, it was accompanied by bursts of wailing.

With just one move, one-tenth of them were killed.

"How strong is this old guy." One of them swallowed, and began to retreat in his heart.

"Give it to Lao Tzu, kill this old guy. If this continues, more of us will die under his sword in the killing field of hell."

With an order, those who had originally retreated had no choice but to bite the bullet.

What the person said just now is correct, there are hundreds of them now, and it is so difficult to deal with Chen Xin, if it is in the killing field of hell, even if nine people join forces, they may not be a one-shot enemy.

Faced with this situation, Chen Xin didn't panic in the slightest, instead a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Left arm spirit bone skill, sword field!"

In an instant, a burst of silver-white light enveloped these people.

Immediately afterwards, a long sword emerged from under their feet.

"Ah~"

The long sword pierced through their bodies.

In the face of such a group attacking spirit ability, these people have no strength to fight back.

After finishing all this, Chen Xin dusted off the dust on his body, stepped on the corpses of these people calmly, and walked slowly into the city.

"The aura of the Slaughter King is somewhat similar to the Tang Hao I saw that day."

After the battle just now, Chen Xin finally remembered something.

"It should be Tang Hao's elder, who could it be?"

Suddenly, a figure came to mind in Chen Xin's mind.

A celestial arrogance who once made the entire soul master world tremble, and this person pushed Haotianzong to an unprecedented height.

"Tang Chen." Chen Xin's sword eyebrows twitched.

"It seems that the old man's guess is right. There is indeed some connection with the gods here. It's just that Tang Chen was actually folded here. It's really embarrassing."

Tang Chen's body was parasitized by some kind of soul beast, and he became the current King of Slaughter.

Then by himself alone, it is absolutely impossible to kill this parasitic soul beast; even if it is really rescued by someone, there is not much time left.

"Hehe, interesting. From this point of view, the decline of Haotianzong will be inevitable." Chen Xin smiled.

Obviously, he would not be the one to save Tang Chen.