The Desert God of Death in Douluo

Zeng Yixin's extremely cruel cleaning methods made this group of degenerates who seemed to be fearless feel sincere fear.

Half a year has passed, and Zeng Yixin has only participated in a pitiful forty games.

In the Killing Arena, everyone who comes here to compete, in addition to the right to continue to survive in the Killing City, what they look forward to most is a hundred victories.

With the title of [-]-match champion, one can become a permanent resident of the killing capital.In addition to not being able to leave here, it has extremely high authority here.Even Ke Qing who can become the King of Slaughter.

It's not that Zeng didn't want to end the hundred battles quickly, but because as his number of wins increased, fewer and fewer people dared to fight when he participated in the killing competition.It often takes several days to gather ten people.And this is even under the circumstances where Hell Killing Fields did not disclose in advance the specific time when he would participate.

Zeng Yixin's vicious reputation spread from the arena to the inner city, and from the inner city to the outer city. Everyone knew about it, and even the most ferocious fallen were unwilling to compete with him.

In the past six months, Zeng Yixin has become a star-like figure in the Hell Killing Fields.It only took half a year to achieve such results and a great reputation, and he could already be ranked among the top three in Killing City since its establishment.

At this time, there are only three types of people in the inner city: Zeng Yixin, those who have been away from the last competition for almost a year, and those who are far away from the next competition.

Every fallen person who needs to compete in the annual mandatory competition prays in his heart not to encounter the monster Zeng Yixin, and those who are still far away from the next competition will choose to watch Zeng Yixin's competition.

Coldness, cruelty, and overwhelming power are synonymous with Zeng Yixin in the Killing Arena. In the eyes of other contestants, the battle ax in Zeng Yixin's hand is the same as the scythe of Death. Death is the best name for Zeng Yixin.

Compared with when he first came here, Zeng Yixin's expression had a bit more murderous aura, and even his body exuded a faint smell of blood.

If the killing of the soul beasts brought a strong evil spirit to Zeng Yixin, then when the lives of the same kind were truly ended, Zeng Yixin brought a murderous spirit.

Not all fallen ones want to live under the shadow brought by Zeng Yixin, but it is useless. In a place where soul power is banned by rules, strong soul power does not mean strong strength. The soul saints and even soul douluo who died in his hands The total is more than the number of hands.

A soul master without soul skills is like a tiger that has lost its claws.What's more, Zeng Yixin himself was as terrifying as a killing machine.

The most dangerous time in the past six months was when he ended the game. Nearly a thousand degenerates who had been driven to the outer city joined together like crazy, just to kill him.

Even with a strong body, it is impossible to ignore the damage caused by the opponent's sword, not to mention that there are various types of poisons quenched on it.

Zeng Yixin didn't know how many times he had been stabbed, but he only knew that his blood seemed to be drained that time.But in the end, Zeng Yixin stepped on everyone's bones and stood on the throne that belonged only to him, which was the Blood Throne made of the corpses of thousands of fallen people.

All the degenerates who were stunned by Bloody Mary were eventually spared, and their blood flowed into a small river, winding towards the killing arena.

Since then, no one has dared to offend Zeng Yixin's fierce power. His nickname in the Killing City is Death Lord, the Lord who controls death.

"Lord Death Lord, another group of people have gathered in the arena."

The girl in extremely cool black gauze gently knocked on Zeng Yixin's door. In the past six months, she witnessed the rise of a quasi-killer god from scratch.

"I haven't participated in a while, let's go once."

Zeng Yixin's voice came from inside the door.

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements for you."

For someone like Zeng Yixin, who is young, strong and has unlimited potential, the girl in black gauze has always been ready to make a move, but unfortunately, even if her clothes become cooler and cooler, it only makes Zeng Yixin's eyes stay for a few seconds longer, that's all.

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Of the nine people who walked into the killing field of hell with Zeng Yixin, six were already trembling all over, and the remaining three were full of lust.

After nine people were imprisoned in the venue.Almost immediately, Zeng Yixin was surrounded in the center.Because they knew that if they didn't fight to the death at this time, they would definitely die. However, facing a death king who massacred thousands of people and used countless lives to create a fierce force, there was no luck in their hearts.

More than forty wins are impressive, but definitely not despairing, but for Zeng Yixin, the number of wins means nothing.

No matter how many battles the people who died in his hands had won, for him it was just a matter of one axe, one axe in two. Zeng Yixin was like a ruthless killing machine, raising the axe, then dropping it, and then raising it again. Rising and falling, each falling ax represents the passing of a life.

This kind of cold killing is more desperate and suffocating than any other means, and there is no hope at all.

There is great terror in life and death. Perhaps the most perfect explanation for this sentence is the battle in the Killing City.

There was a hint of blood red in Zeng Yixin's pupils.The cold and bloodthirsty murderous aura spread from Zeng Yixin almost instantly.Closing his eyes, he seemed to enjoy the trembling feeling of these degenerates around him.

When it comes to killing, there is not much difference between humans and soul beasts. Zeng Yixin can clearly hear the wail of these fallen souls, which is like a beautiful piece of music.

Roaring, howling, and hissing, nine voices sounded almost simultaneously from nine directions around Zeng Yixin.Those nine opponents pounced on Zeng Yixin at the same time.

The girl in black gauze was quietly observing Zeng Yixin's movements in the audience. For half a year, the girl in black gauze had watched almost every game involving Zeng Yixin.

But the more she observed Zeng Yixin, the more fear she felt in the black gauze girl's heart.

Unlike the fallen, the girl in black gauze could clearly feel that for Zeng Yixin, who was full of murderous intent, killing was only a means, not an end. But except for Zeng Yixin, no one in the killing city could do this.

Anyone who comes to the capital of killing and struggles with death every day will fall accordingly.Especially men.Because under this tremendous pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve.

But Zeng Yixin didn’t.After the battle, he would return to his villa area, rest quietly, and then participate in the next game.

Countless beauties wanted to have even one night of pleasure with the Death Lord, but what greeted them was only the coldest murderous intent.

The battle didn't end quickly, but it couldn't be called slow either. Death Lord just repeated the action he had repeated countless times, raised his hand, and then divided his opponent into two even parts one by one.

...

Killing capital, dark and wide room.

It was an extraordinarily huge chair with blue and purple crystals inlaid on the chair.These crystals outline a drum tower-like shape.Everything here is dark red except for this chair.

"Death Lord has won another battle." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair.In the darkness, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only vaguely see that this man was slender.

"King, no one in the Killing City can restrain him. Even the combined strength of thousands of fallen people is like a candle in the wind in front of him."

"Are you planning to have further contact with him? Are you sure?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.

There was a long silence after these words. No one could see through the Death Lord, whether it was the man on the throne or her.

"But with his strength, it is inevitable to embark on the road to hell. Even the road to hell may not be able to stop him. We have to try to stop him."

The Slaughter King was silent for a moment.

The woman continued: "Every appearance of the God of Death will be accompanied by a crisis for the City of Killing. Isn't there such an instruction left on the allegorical wall of our City of Killing? The arrival of the God of Death will bring disaster to hell. Previous Several times, every time the God of Death appeared, it caused heavy damage to the Killing City. If it really comes again this time, I'm afraid..."

After a long silence, the King of Slaughter quietly uttered a few words. These few words caused huge waves in the woman's heart.

"He's dangerous, and he's dangerous to me."