Chapter 2 The City of Killing

Just when Qian Xunji was about to kill Qin Xuan, a sudden voice suddenly sounded:

"Your Majesty the Pope, I know that I am not worthy of Your Highness the Saint, but I have perseverance, so I decided to go to the City of Killing to obtain the Killing God Domain. If I fail, I will never come back."

Qin Xuan raised his head with difficulty and felt Qian Xunji's undisguised murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and looked directly at the former with a resolute attitude.

With his current strength, he would definitely not be able to break into the Killing City.

Qin Xuan is not like Tang San and Hu Liena, who are secretly protected by two killing gods, as well as a head soul bone, an external soul bone, and the Tang Sect's unique skills.

If you run in at level 50 or above, you will definitely die.

He has already planned to leave Wuhun Palace to hide for a few years, and plan for the known opportunity. Even if things don't work out, he will be forced into the Killing City by Qian Xunji, and he can live for a few more years, right?

Better to die than live.

It's better than being stared at by the poisonous snake Qian Xunji all day long.

Unless he hides in the Elder's Hall like a dog and doesn't come out, sooner or later the game will be over.

Qian Xunji was stunned, breaking into the killing city?

Immediately he reacted, dissipating the soul pressure covering Qin Xuan, and a flash of light flashed across his golden pupils.

"Are you serious?" A majestic and calm voice echoed in the meeting hall, and he asked in a deep voice.

It would be best if you don't offend the two worshipers.

Even if they kill Qin Xuan, the two of them won't do anything to him, but there will always be dissatisfaction, and it's not easy to deal with his father Qian Daoliu.

This is not conducive to his rule over Wuhun Palace.

As for whether Qin Xuan can break out of the killing city?

It's not his concern anymore.

Because even he, the titled Douluo, is not completely sure.

To put it bluntly, it means staying in a high position for a long time.

fear death.

Tang Hao, who was known as the Haotian Sect's number one genius in a century, had obtained the Killing God Domain in the past few years.

Although Qin Xuan is extremely talented, there is still a big gap between him and Tang Hao, who possesses the 'world's best martial spirit', not to mention that his soul power is far lower than that of his opponent.

When Qin Xuan heard this, he was very excited.

Immediately possessed by the drama spirit, he nodded heavily and said firmly: "Yes, His Majesty the Pope, I am willing to give my heart for Your Highness the Saint, for the Wuhun Palace, and for the Pope."

Qin Xuan stood up as he spoke, straightened his waist, made a fist with his right hand, and lightly hammered his heart, like a peerless sword unsheathed. Abandoned and independent.

"Okay, since you have this intention, then I will help you. If you can obtain the God of Killing Domain, it doesn't matter if I betroth Dong'er to you."

Qian Xunji waved his hand and put down his bold words.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Qin Xuan retires." Qin Xuan pretended to be excited and thanked him with his hands, and then left in fear.

There was no other way. Before he had enough strength, the top priority was to save his life. A pervert who could even become stronger than his own disciples, he couldn't guarantee whether this guy would do anything.

After Qin Xuan left.

The silent atmosphere returned to the hall.

"Your Majesty, this boy's talent is not weak. You just showed murderous intent towards him. I think this boy must have noticed it. Why not?" One of the Popes personally guarded Douluo and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Cutting off the roots

"That's right, Your Majesty, this boy actually tried to get his hands on the Saint. We must not let him go."

Another personal guard Douluo echoed.

As the personal guardian Douluo and the Pope's absolute confidant, how come he didn't know what was going on in Qian Xunji's heart.

In their view.

This kid Qin Xuan, with his talent, dared to ask for the marriage of a saint, which was a sure way to die.

"Do you think he can get out of the killing city?"

Qianxun quickly walked to the window, holding her hands behind her back and clenching her fists. She had a slender and upright figure and a handsome and cold face.

A cold and cold atmosphere lingered that was very different from the appearance. It lingered for a long time and could not be dispelled by direct sunlight.

The two personal guard Douluo were stunned, looked at each other and shook their heads.

Like Qian Xunji, they didn't think Qin Xuan could get out of the killing city.

Because soul skills cannot be used in that place, let alone Qin Xuan, a little soul king, it is extremely difficult for Soul Douluo and even titled Douluo to get out of the killing city.

Otherwise, only seven people would have succeeded in the past thousand years.

The two personal guard Douluo grinned, knelt down on one knee, and said flatteringly: "Your Majesty is wise. Even those two have nothing to say."

Qian Xunji obviously took advantage of the flattery from his subordinates, and pursed his lips.

But he still hummed:

"Hmph, you are only loyal to my father and my angel lineage. That boy was trained by my Spirit Hall. Even if I kill him directly, what will happen to me?"

The two personal guard Douluo heard this and lowered their heads with a wry smile, not daring to refute.

Don't look at what they said about killing Qin Xuan.

But that was all based on Qian Xunji's order.

If they really dare to attack Qin Xuan blatantly, with the importance those two worshipers place on Qin Xuan, I'm afraid there will be no good consequences.

You know, the gap between titled Douluo is also very big.

Sensing the emotional changes of the two, as the Pope, Qian Xunji is not stupid, so he naturally understands their concerns.

After pondering for a while, he continued: "But in order to avoid long nights and dreams, let Yue Guan and Gui Mei personally send the boy to the killing city tomorrow morning."

Pope Mountain is a majestic peak, like a giant sword forged by heaven and earth, steep and majestic, soaring straight into the sky.

The Papal Palace stands on it.

Only the Pope, the Pope's disciples, the personal guardian Douluo and the cardinals directly under his command are eligible to enter.

Usually, the disciples of Wuhun Palace live scattered in Wuhun City. Only the elders or the Pope can enter after being summoned and passed through.

Qin Xuan lives in the neighborhood near Pope Mountain. Because he was accepted as a disciple by two priests, Qianjun and Jiangmo, he spends most of his time practicing in the Elder Hall.

It wasn't until he was far away from the Pope's Palace that Qin Xuan dared to stop and take a long breath.

"Damn, I'm so scared of labor."

Qin Xuan looked back at the 'Pope's Palace' written in Douluo Continent characters on the plaque, and his eyes flashed with confusion as he sighed.

But it's not time to give up on yourself yet.

It's urgent.

If he wants to protect himself, he must first gather back all his soul power, soul skills, and combat skills.

Otherwise, he is just a shell, without any cultivation, let alone killing Tang San, torturing Yu Xiaoan, destroying the Haotian Sect, marrying Bai Fumei, and reaching the pinnacle of his life.

There is no need for the protagonist to take action, any soul king can kill him!

Walking to the halfway point of Pope Mountain, Qin Xuan walked into the depths of the forest alone, and after confirming that there was no one around, he summoned his martial spirit.

Red light surged in his right hand, and a strange-shaped sword emerged with a red body, sealed magic lines on the surface, and flashing blood-red thunder arcs, like a flame intertwined sword.

At the same time, the five-circle soul ring that represented the soul king's cultivation also emerged. Qin Xuan had innate soul power and was a disciple of the two major enshrined disciples of Wuhun Palace. The soul ring was naturally the best configuration: yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black.

The fiery sword energy containing terrifying thunder instantly filled the world, and the surrounding temperature increased slightly.

Vaguely.

A phoenix cry resounded through the sky, and the sword energy clinging to the sword turned into a red bird, spreading its wings and soaring in the sky.