People are in Douluo, opening up the world

Chapter 185
In the arena, all kinds of gorgeous soul skills danced all over the sky, and then exploded, the sound was deafening, and the flames were overwhelming.

The battle between Yizhihua's team and the Crusaders entered a fierce stage.

Chen Xichuan took the lead in killing a soul king, which caused an uproar. The audience in the arena was boiling, and most of them were cursing. This was not the ending they wanted to see.

"Xiao Chuanzi Niu, as fast as ever, he is worthy of being the man who holds the title of Second King in the Soul Arena."

Luo Xingchen muttered to himself, suddenly, his face moved slightly, sensing the energy fluctuations coming from behind, he immediately turned around and swung a stick, scattered a scorching fireball, and greeted the killing enemy cursingly.

"A waste is a waste after all. Even if you have Ma Tianlong to help you, as a soul king, you don't even have the courage to face me. You are such a waste."

Sarcasm came out of Chen Xichuan's mouth. He held his sword and stepped forward step by step, looking indifferently at the crusader who was cornered by him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"You have nowhere to go. Now you have two choices. One, fight to the death and attack me, but you will die. Two, jump from the arena, fall into the magma, and be wiped out."

As he walked and said, the light of the fairy sword became brighter and brighter, shining in all directions like a big sun.

The crusader's nerves were tense, and his pupils contracted into needle eyes, which was caused by excessive fear. His whole body was shaking, and he seemed to be able to hear the beating of his heart in his ears.

Seeing this, people from the same camp as him in the auditorium all turned pale, their teeth gnashed, and their murderous intent towards Chen Xichuan became stronger.

"Damn Mr. Chen, the person who tortured us like this has a really good mentality. When I play, I must let him taste this kind of feeling."

"Anyway, it's death. Instead of jumping into the magma to commit suicide, it's better to fight back desperately. Maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, angrily denouncing Chen Xichuan's sinister move, and scolding his own family for not living up to expectations.

Finally, the crusader who was driven to a dead end made a decision. He roared, his eyes were bloodshot, and he held up a big bronze bell to kill Chen Xichuan.

He didn't want to die uselessly, he wanted to fight for a way out!
The big clock swayed, and the sound of the bell resounded through the sky. He activated his soul skills, his teeth were about to crack, his black hair fell loose, and he mobilized all his soul power. Success or failure depended on it.

In the air, dozens of golden bells condensed and formed, and then fell down with a swish, like a meteor flashing across the night sky, heading towards Chen Xichuan.

Chen Xichuan stopped, looked up at the big golden clock about two feet high and weighed a thousand catties, his pair of dark eyes were as calm as a lake, with a thought, his five fingers were loosened, and the two immortal swords let out a dragon chant, soaring into the sky .

The fairy sword soared straight up, dragging a long tail flame, like a rising star, illuminating the eternal dark sky of the killing capital, and countless audiences looked sideways at it.

"Sword tactics, suppress and kill."

Chen Xichuan whispered, four nine-colored soul rings emerged one by one, covering his body, the nine-colored light was hazy and illusory, stained with the aura originating from mythology.

"What kind of spirit ring is that? There are actually nine colors!"

Some spectators screamed, their eyes almost popping out.

In the world of soul masters, there are only five colors of soul rings that have been passed down since ancient times, namely white, yellow, purple, black, and red.

They represent ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, and one hundred thousand years.

As for the million-year soul ring, it exists in theory, but no one has ever seen it, and there is no relevant record in ancient books.

At this moment, many people looked solemn, their eyes were thoughtful, and they didn't know what they were planning in their hearts, and they looked at Chen Xichuan's nine-colored soul ring intently.

A bold guess appeared in their minds, Chen Xichuan's soul ring must not be a million years old, right?

It's impossible, it's impossible for an idea to be denied in the next second.

A soul sect can't even afford a ten-thousand-year soul ring, how can it absorb a million-year soul ring?
Besides, soul rings are produced from soul beasts, and 10-year-old soul beasts are already extremely powerful, and ordinary Title Douluo are no match when they meet, so they have to dodge obediently.

How strong is a million-year soul beast that is higher than a 10-year soul beast?

In Chen Xichuan's Soul Sect realm, what to hunt and kill million-year-old soul beasts, even giving him [-] lives is not enough.

In the end, people unanimously formed a consensus that Chen Xichuan's soul ring might be nine-colored because of some unknown factors that have mutated.

In the sky above the arena, the fairy sword transformed into dense sword shadows, forming a river of swords, hitting the golden bell with devastating power, and what you can see when you look up is full of flickering sword lights.

The big clock cracked and collapsed into a spot of light, unable to resist Jianhe's fierce offensive, Chen Xichuan pointed out with his finger, Jianhe turned around, swooped down from the sky, and entered the arena.

The crusader's scalp was numb, and it was too late to escape. He was instantly submerged by the river of swords, his body disintegrated inch by inch, and disappeared from the world without leaving even blood.

The second soul king fell.

At the same time, Ye Chen also successfully dealt with an enemy. He frantically swiped the Ten Thousand Soul Scythe and cut the enemy into a stick.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the blood spattered all over his body, his face was covered with blood stains, and the other enemy was terrified, so he fled for his life
But this is in the arena of hell, where can he escape to if he escapes again?

At most, the time of death is delayed.

"You give me death!"

Luo Xingchen saw that his teammates had successfully taken down the opponent, he felt dissatisfied, activated his soul skill, smashed down a stick tens of meters long, and then felt relieved.

With a bang, the enemy flew out, the bones of his body fell apart, and he fell to the ground like a deflated ball, unable to get up again.

After a while, four crusaders died, leaving only one soul king and two soul sects.

The Yizhihua team came together and looked at each other, Luo Xingchen said: "It seems that our winning streak will add another game."

Every time he thinks that he is about to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, he is very happy, which means that they are one step closer to obtaining the Death God Domain.

"When we leave the City of Slaughter, we have to find a way to obtain the fifth martial spirit when we go back. Now that the Star Dou Forest has undergone tremendous changes, the spirit ring is no longer easy to handle."

Ye Chen is melancholy, his fifth soul ring will be the ten thousand year soul ring, which will be configured according to the best soul ring configuration theory.

Chen Xichuan on the side heard the words and did not express his opinion. His two good brothers didn't know that he was the current co-lord of soul and beast.

He wiped off the blood on the immortal sword, looked at the remaining three enemies, and said, "One for each, is it okay?"

After a pause, he said again: "Leave the big one to me."

Ye Chen and Luo Xingchen nodded, agreeing with this allocation.

The three of them shot again and quickly resolved the battle.

(End of this chapter)