Scarlet mist filled the spacious hall, and the messenger bowed to the King of Slaughter on the throne and said solemnly:

"Wang, the 'Gong Loses' fought nine battles today, and won again."

"I know."

The tall figure, surrounded by a thick scarlet mist, could only glimpse a little dark outline, but could not glimpse the specific appearance.

"Her background has not been found by her subordinates. However, the great king, in less than a year, the 'public loss' has completed a 53-game winning streak. Are we going to reach out to her? It's been decades since the Killing Capital had a truly strong man joined. Perhaps, we can reach out to her and see if she wants a different way of living. The messenger spoke tentatively.

The King of Slaughter on the throne vetoed the messenger's suggestion.

"Hmph, no need. If you are a three-inch tongue, you can't convince her. ”

The messenger was puzzled: "Why, king?" If she truly joins your command, she will have free access to the Killing Capital, and an incomparable and prestigious status in the Killing Capital, isn't that enough to tempt her? ”

"Although the martial soul and appearance need to be studied, she is indeed from the Martial Spirit Palace. The other Title Douluo didn't matter, but in the Martial Spirit Palace, there was also a killing god and another god enshrined. Do you think that Wuhun Hall will be willing to let go of such a good seedling? ”

As he said this, the Killing King's tone was tinged with mockery.

More resources, connections, and prestige.

Even if he could enter and leave freely after becoming a true member of the Killing Capital, how could the Eagle be willing to be trapped in this underground purgatory that saw the light of day?

The messenger was dumbfounded.

If the "public loss" really comes from the Wuhun Palace, then with her talent, in the Wuhun Palace, which has always attached importance to talents, the treatment will naturally not be bad.

What's more, their killing capital had an agreement with the Martial Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, and the agreement has continued to this day, and it may even last longer.

However, it is also said that it is "possible".

Who knows if one day the Soul Hall will suddenly tear up the agreement and aim its blade at the Killing Capital.

The King of Slaughter raised his hand and waved away the emissary with a tangled expression.

Silence returned to the temple.

The King of Slaughter, surrounded by the scarlet mist, raised his eyes, and a deeper dark red light burst out, and the fingers that were casually placed on the armrest of the throne were raised a little, and the long fingernails like beastly claws tapped twice on the throne:

"Although as a member with an identity tag, they are all members of my Killing Capital."

"But that doesn't mean you don't need to knock on someone's door to enter someone's temple."

The deep voice of the King of Slaughter rang out in the empty hall.

"Since you're here, come out."

The cool glow cast by the blue and amethyst embedded in the walls is slightly distorted.

The shadows cast on the wall began to shake.

In the next second, a cloudy black vortex devoured the wall and appeared in the Killing King's field of vision.

The long fluffy black hair turned into a long silver-white hair that was scattered the moment he stepped out of the shadow vortex.

The girl's delicate face seemed to be coated with a sacred and hazy halo in the overflowing golden light, which was incompatible with the chaotic hall.

The breeze blows the fine sea in front of his forehead, revealing shimmering golden wing carvings.

A light golden glow lingered in his hair, and his clear light purple eyes reflected the tall figure on the throne surrounded by scarlet mist.

To the surprise of the Slayer King, what he saw in those eyes was not a cloud of red mist, but a clear picture of himself.

Hideous red horns emerge from the temples and derive backwards.

The mysterious blood-colored lines flowed like hot molten slurry on the face, hidden under the neck under the black and red armor, exuding an ominous red glow.

The almost gray complexion that is out of the normal person makes the blood-red lines even more bewitching, revealing a strong sense of inhumanity.

This is what the Lord of Slaughter really looks like hidden under the scarlet mist.

"Uninvited, and please forgive the King of Killing."

Qian Yuelong, who appeared in her true appearance, said with little sincerity.

The King of Slaughter looked at Qian Yuelong's appearance, and his gaze stayed on her eyebrows for a few more seconds before he sneered lightly, waving away the scarlet mist, revealing his true appearance, and his deep voice couldn't hear any joy or anger:

"Welcome to the Temple of Hell, descendant of the Angelic Lineage."

This human girl is really as he thought, and it has something to do with the legendary god worship in the Wuhun Palace.

Although it is not an angelic martial spirit, the pure breath that purifies everything is the same as the angelic martial soul he hates.

The bloodline is as pure as the angelic lineage, will there also be mutated martial spirits?

The King of Slaughter speculated about Qian Yuelong's life experience in his heart, and he didn't know that Qian Yuelong, who maintained a smiling mask on the surface, was also smacking his tongue in his heart.

She originally thought that as long as it was conspicuous enough, the other party would come to her sooner or later, but she didn't expect that it had been more than half a year and she hadn't seen the King of Killing send someone to contact her.

The mountain is not me, I will come to the mountain.

She had no choice but to take the initiative.

The result looks like this good guy. This can't be called a person anymore, the soul breath is complicated, it is estimated that in a few hundred years, the three bat beasts transformed by the evil thoughts in the original text will really seize all the control of this body.

However, the situation is more favorable to her is.

"Since you don't plan to join my Killing Capital, why did you take the initiative to find this seat?"

The King of Slaughter stared at Qian Yuelong and spoke slowly, the chill that flashed in his eyes was extremely real, as if if Qian Yuelong didn't say a reason to convince him, he would settle accounts with her.

The air in the Hell Hall had become viscous after Qian Yuelong's appearance, and the thick smell of blood made people almost sick, even those who had experienced the sea of corpses and blood felt sick to their stomachs.

Qian Yuelong said nonchalantly: "Although I am from the Martial Soul Hall and have no intention of joining the Killing Capital, I think that since the Killing Capital has had an agreement with the Martial Soul Palace, can a new cooperation agreement be added after this?" ”

"Oh?" The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Qian Yuelong scrutinically.

In what capacity do you say this? Is it you, or do you think you can represent the Spirit Palace? ”

The final of the elite competition does not allow people from other academies and unrelated personnel to watch, even if Qian Yuelong announces his identity, many people only know that the Holy Maiden of the Martial Soul Hall Qian Yuelong is the realm of the Soul Emperor at a young age, and her talent is extraordinary, the martial soul should be a plant-type martial soul, and the others are unknown, and her appearance has not flowed out.

Moreover, the killing capital has fewer connections on the ground, and most of them stay in their own strongholds on the ground, and the intelligence system has it, but the news will lag behind, and I don't know that the holy maiden of the Wuhun Hall has been established.

Qian Yuelong, who noticed that the Killing Capital was not very well-informed, blinked and nodded happily:

"It's me, and on behalf of the Martial Spirit Palace, that I send you an invitation to cooperate."

Now, it was the turn of the Killing King to fall silent.

"Who the hell are you?"

Qian Yuelong bowed slightly, lightly clasped her right hand in front of her left chest, and made a soul master salute to the King of Slaughter:

"My name is Qian Yuelong, and I am the current saintess of the Martial Spirit Palace."