[Douluo] No dreams come true

"Ditian, stop!" Biji ran out from the darkness and hurriedly shouted to Ditian, who was walking forward with a pure black dagger in his hand.

In fact, Di Tian didn't need to take action, the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear was still in a half-dead state. The huge bear body smashed a hole at least five meters deep, struggled for a while and then fell down again.

Di Tian squinted at Bi Ji and said, "Get out!" The strong murderous aura in his golden eyes seemed to have solidified, which really made Bi Ji tremble all over.

"I can feel her aura, not far away, weak and... on the verge of death." After Luo Xuan exploded the soul ring, Di Tian watched her disappear from the place.

"Take me there!" The golden eyes calmed down a little, and the murderous aura restrained, "Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, if there is another time, I will never let you go."

Brigitte hurriedly cast a healing soul skill on the bear that was unable to move in the pit, and said softly: "Mr. Xiong, do you see clearly? There is no trace of hatred on that soul bone. There is a kind of relief."

"Who... knows... what... that human being... did?" The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's voice was intermittent, and was finally cut off by Di Tian's pressure.

"That's it."

Ditian raised his hand to condense the dark elements, and slashed at the seemingly ordinary things with his sharp blade.

"Why is the Black Dragon King entertaining a young man like this?" Brito's eyes were still deeply hidden under his cloak and bangs, appearing together with the woman in his arms.

"Oh, it seems like the Death God's Realm still can't cover the breath of the living?"

In order to maintain life, I shouldn't have told this dragon how to form a contract.

The moment Di Tian saw Brito, his golden eyes stood up. His murderous aura was thicker and deeper than before, and the space was filled with cold and bloodthirsty blood. Dark elements followed and formed a field automatically. Brigitte silently swallowed a mouthful of blood and was forced to retreat.

"Give, man, me!" In one word, Brito had already waved his hand several times to block the blade of darkness coming towards him.

"The leader of the Nine Dragon Kings is really bad-tempered, Xiaosheng has seen it today!" Brito still hugged the person and refused to let go.

Ditian said nothing, and the attack became more fierce. While he was calmly responding, Brito vaguely felt that there was something about the Dragon God's former demeanor.

Isn't this the person in that human woman's memory... who forced her to forget all her feelings in that memory? Brigitte looked at Brito and finally realized this.

"Xiaosheng doesn't want to play anymore, and he still needs to be sent back."

"Xiaosheng doesn't know how to eat people!"

"Not to mention the rare heir?"

"But Black Dragon King, don't think about anything."

"Hehehe... Compared to the Black Dragon King's wrath, Xiaosheng can bear the accusations and judgments of the God Realm Committee, but that's not necessarily the case for her."

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After seeing Tang San off, Luo Xuan walked back into the house without lighting the lamp, just quietly leaning on the bedside and closing his eyes to rest.

mother.

Brother Hao, Ah Yin, and Mistress.

Xiao Rou, Xiao Wu.

Soon, the cause and effect will be settled soon.

Luo Xuan suddenly opened his eyes. It seemed that the darkness was still a quiet darkness, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Luo Xuan rubbed his temples, how could he not recognize the scent that once blended like water and milk.

No malicious intent, just a waste of time.

It can be regarded as the part of the night, and you can make choices when there is any change.

Luo Xuan stretched out his hand to spread the quilt and slept in his clothes.

In the darkness, a small black snake appeared, curled up, and quietly coiled itself on the quilt on Luo Xuan's chest.

I don't know when they were beaten, but during the review time, the Shrek Seven actually felt that their teacher Luo seemed to be gentler.

But, that's just a few.

He still talks little, and his face remains calm and expressionless.

At most, it’s because of some people’s feelings, right?

Occasionally, very subtle dissatisfaction will be revealed due to the performance of the seven people.

Of course, Tang San, who also had purple devil eyes, noticed it.

Nowadays, seven-person courses can basically be divided into two types.

The master's theory is the main one, supplemented by special training.

As for Luo Xuan, it is pure actual combat, summary, and then actual combat.

The seven people could survive under Luo Xuan's hand for longer and longer, and they were expanding bit by bit, so one day, they could finally see clearly what Luo Xuan's sickle looked like.

The completely black sickle has nine rubies inlaid on the long handle. The blade is partially hollowed out and engraved with some obscure and rare patterns. Other than that, there is no other decoration.

"Teacher, can we know the name of your martial spirit?" Dai Mubai took the opportunity to ask. Luo Xuan didn't seem to have any plans to fight today. It would be good if we could collect some information about Death Douluo.

"The name of my blade is the song of the dead."

"I'm leaving for a while."

"Go and regain the ninth soul ring."

Luo Xuan, who left Shrek, did not run towards the Star Dou Forest, but chose the completely opposite direction.

"What a disgusting Rakshasa smell."

Luo Xuan swung his sickle and knocked the waiter away. Without any guidance, he entered the place full of blood and killing - the city of killing.

The expression on the black gauze woman's veil was completely stiff, "Please leave the killing city."

"roll,"

"Still dead?"

The scythe in Luo Xuan's hand was directly placed on the neck of the woman in black gauze, and the woman's eyes were filled with fear.

Impossible! Impossible! It is obvious that the Killing City does not allow the use of any soul skills!

This is the pressure of a titled Douluo!

No no no!

You have to report it to the king quickly, because the killing city will be in chaos.

Luo Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the woman in black gauze flee quickly.

Looking up at the sky of the Killing City, the bloody sky, Luo Xuan saw the backlog, even the souls that had been stacked together. It was dark, and the streets below were as lifeless as the sky.

"Rakshasa and Shura are all trash."

At this moment, in the God Realm, several gods who still had the authority to watch all moved their gazes to Shura, their eyes unclear.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I also want to know why my heir is missing?"

"So, Shura, you might as well go and deal with the Rakshasa first."

"This is not the first time Rakshasa."

"In the little god's memory, this is really the first time for 'this' Rakshasa!" Brito said with a smile, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be mocking the useless Shura.

Luo Xuan directly expanded the realm of the God of Death. Following the densely packed souls in the sky, the realm expanded infinitely and became stronger and stronger. The city was full of bloody killings. At this moment, everyone's face was covered with a layer of death.

"Great King!"

"That's the one!"

"Really? Dare to break the rules of the killing city." Under the scarlet cloak, with the same scarlet eyes and pale face, such a person flew and stopped in front of Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan took a step back and stared at the King of Slaughter, "Shura's territory and Rakshasa's aura?"

"It's really good."

Luo Xuan's Death Realm was partially broken by the King of Slaughter, but the power gained from constantly devouring the souls of the dead repaired the damage again.

"Young man, with such strength, you might as well be a guest in the City of Killing. The City of Killing will treat you as a respected guest at any time." The words of the King of Killing contained a strong smell of blood, which was very confusing to most people. Luo Xuan was indifferent to his powerful words and breath.

Disgusted by the smell of blood in front of him, Luo Xuan did not directly put up the sickle like he did with the woman in black gauze.

Under the broad black robe, the book in his hand was quietly opened, as if something was extending, reaching towards the King of Slaughter.

"As soon as you think about it, you will be reborn."