Douluo: My Teacher Is the Pope

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could only vaguely see that the man was tall and thin.

"The great king. Should we start contacting him? In the Killing City, no truly strong person has joined us for a long time."

"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.

"At least in terms of skills, he seems to be born for the Killing City. His soul power is not particularly strong, but his various skills are terrifyingly strong. Even a titled Douluo in the Killing City has no soul skills It's impossible to kill him under such circumstances. Moreover, his physical body is also very powerful, I suspect that he has soul bones in his body."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, "Then do you think he can complete a hundred victories and challenge the Road to Hell?"

"It's only a matter of time before he completes 100 games, but he may not be able to walk the road to hell yet."

After hearing this, the King of Slaughter said coldly: "There is no need to contact him."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Killing City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with Wuhun Palace a thousand years ago, who knows that one day they will tear up the agreement?"

"I have my own thoughts on this matter. You don't need to say any more. My Shura Sword tells me in the dark that if I take action against him, the city of killing will be destroyed!"

After saying this, the King of Slaughter stroked the blood-red sword beside him. You must know that his Shura Sword is a divine weapon, and the feeling of it is enough for him to pay attention to.

Now, it's better to send this plague god away as soon as possible.

"Yes, my dear king!" The voice stopped caring and continued to persuade. The King of Slaughter was the absolute authority of the City of Slaughter. She could only make suggestions, but she could not interfere with the King of Slaughter's decision.

But she knew exactly what her subordinate was thinking. The city of killing was not a place where he could just leave whenever he wanted.

But what kind of existence can make even artifacts fearful or even fearful?

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twenty-eight days later

An Ye pushed himself up from the bed, ignoring the slight pain coming from his lower body, but looked gently at Li Changan who was adjusting his breath.

Over the past twenty-eight days, she and Li Changan had become very good friends, and he knew her depth and she knew his strengths.

In the past twenty-eight days, Li Changan had conquered not only his body, but also her heart.

That's how a woman is, before you let her know your strengths, she may do this or that, but once you let her know your strengths, she will slowly fall in love with you.

Of course, forget it if it is a shortcoming.

"How's it going?" An Ye asked worriedly as he looked at Li Changan who had finished his meditation.

Ninety-eight games, a total of ninety-eight games, this man has actually completed a winning streak of ninety-nine games. He is only two games away from becoming the new generation of God of Killing!

And it took him the shortest time, only twenty-seven days!

But towards the end, Li Changan's problems became bigger. He had become more and more irritable recently. Today, he even came five times in a row, and added more than ten new tricks, and he calmed down slightly.

"Nothing, help me arrange today's registration." Even though Li Changan was sitting there motionless at this moment, his own murderous aura still made people feel a lingering fear. Even with such a level of cultivation in the dark night, it was a little uncomfortable.

There are two ways to resolve the murderous aura in the heart, one is mental power and the other is state of mind.

And Li Changan not only has great mental strength, but also has a strong state of mind. After all, his life experience is quite rich.

This is also the biggest reason why he can complete ninety-eight games in twenty-seven days. Otherwise, no matter who it is, if he kills nearly a thousand people for twenty-eight days in a row, his mentality will collapse, and the same will happen to Titled Douluo.

Today is the twenty-eighth day. Li Changan plans to have one game today and one tomorrow. The thirtieth day will be the perfect time to clear the Hell Road.

Because no matter how powerful he is, he needs to be careful in the last two games, because if he is not careful, he may be killed and devoured.

"Well, you have to stick to your heart and don't let your success fall short in the end."

An Ye said gently to Li Changan, after all, the hope of leaving was right in front of her, she didn't want Wang Xiaotian to go crazy at the last moment, and Li Changan was still her man.

"Don't worry, don't I have you?" Li Changan hugged An Ye's waist and said with a bit of a smirk.

"By the way, after I win this battle, I will go into seclusion for a day, and then I will take on the last challenge." Li Changan added at this time, the implication is to prepare An Ye, and ensure his purity and provide for him. Dharma protector.

"Okay, don't worry about this." An Ye nodded, she could still do this, and she could finally rest for a day.

After Li Changan finished speaking, he stopped talking and continued to understand his current state of mind. Even if he signed up for the competition, he would have to wait some time.

After all, not everyone wants to participate in a competition with a kind-hearted Death, and the organizer is not a fool. He will always arrange some rookies for him, so that it is not a duel, but a one-sided crushing.

Therefore, Li Changan's opponents have become stronger and stronger these days. They all started as soul saints and above, and his fighting skills have also been greatly honed. After all, he is a kind-hearted god of death who wants to make his enemies peaceful. Die.

He can't be rough, and his opponent is not weak, so Li Changan spends a lot of energy every time he competes. After all, it is still difficult to remove the opponent's bones in one move.

When An Ye, who was standing nearby, saw Li Changan entering meditation, he didn't disturb him any more, but quietly dressed and went out to sign up for her man.

As for her own affairs, she doesn't want to tell her man yet, as that will only cause trouble for her man.

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Half a day later, the killing field of hell

The moment Li Changan, dressed in black with red embroidered bottoms, stepped onto the ring, the packed audience immediately burst into an overwhelming shout:

"Death! Death! Death!"

At this time, Li Changan can also collect many points, and the accumulated points add up to a lot. For so long, his income can be considered considerable.

The nine opponents on the other side of the ring stood together with solemn faces, thinking about how to deal with it later.

That's right, now that there is Li Changan's game, his opponents have begun to form alliances on their own. There is no way, they have no chance of winning without forming an alliance, so Li Changan almost always fights nine in every game.

The opponents this time are all around the Soul Saint. Although they cannot use soul skills, the Soul Saint's soul power is already quite strong, let alone nine Soul Saints?

But even so, the pressure in the hearts of these nine soul saints is huge, because they cannot use soul skills, and although this god of death cannot use soul skills, his pure killing skills are comparable to soul skills.

What's more, the most terrifying thing about the God of Death is not his killing skills, but his strong body. It can be said that almost no one can leave a wound on the God of Death!

"Guys, please." Li Changan made a polite gesture of invitation, as if what he wanted to do was not to kill people, but to treat people to a meal.

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