Douluo: Thousand Miles of Practice - Chapter 323

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Bibi Dong, who was sitting with her long legs crossed, had a twitch in her mouth. She finally understood why Qianshui didn’t want her to inherit the Rakshasa God position. It turned out that this position had to be won with brains.

She, Bibi Dong, would rather jump down from here and eat the VIP seats than inherit this position, lest her clever wisdom be tainted.

“What do you mean?!” He waved his hand, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared in his hand. He pointed the Rakshasa Demon Scythe at the mortal who seemed to be laughing at him, and it seemed that this was particularly intimidating.

“Oh, stop shouting!” At this time, Qianshui also stood up, and while he was scratching his ears with his little hand, a small glazed tower flew out from his palm.

Similarly, this voice also penetrated everyone in the entire Douluo Realm City, but it was very gentle, just like a friend chatting in his ear.

But at the same moment when everyone wanted to find this voice, the glazed small tower turned into a super giant tower that was enough to cover the entire Douluo Realm City and was shining with divine light!

At this time, everyone recognized that this was the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower!

“I’m here, don’t shout!”

Without any signs or a handsome appearance, Qianshui, with his hands on his waist, appeared in the center of the confrontation.

Before he could recover from his fear, Qianshui shouted, “Ten Days: Seal!”

As the shining divine light soared into the sky, it covered the entire Douluo Realm City, leaving no place for the darkness inside to hide, and the most central one even pressed down on his body.

“Ahhh! This is impossible! How could you come back! How could it be possible!” With extreme fear and extreme disbelief howling, he actually fell down.

And Xue Beng, whose face was frozen with wild laughter, didn’t know what expression to make, because the man he was most afraid of, finally came back!

At this time, Ning Fengzhi finally reacted and looked at Qianshui in disbelief. Is this the reason for everything?

However, Qianshui didn’t have time to care what others thought, because he still moved.

He fell on the main fighting spirit stage, was despised by Qianshui, and was picked up by the sea god trident and fell around the venue.

“Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” He still couldn’t believe it, because the old Luosha God who handed over the inheritance to him didn’t give any hints!

Qianshui, who stood in front of him again, said disdainfully: “Tsk… Throwing you into the killing city actually made you a big deal, a god, you can’t wait to get rid of the god position, you don’t even understand this?”

“You! You know…” His pupils shrank even smaller.

“Of course, I always knew that as a whetstone, you only have this much use.” Qianshui told him the truth mercilessly.

“Impossible! I tell you Qianshui! I have ascended to the Godhood! I will not be afraid of you anymore!”

Then he suddenly jumped up, “Divine Skill, Netherworld Rakshasa!”

The huge sickle in his hand swung quietly, and a strange scene appeared. The black and purple light in the sky, along with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, swept down, condensed into a giant purple blade hundreds of meters long and rushed towards Qianshui.

“Dharma, come out!” Qianshui’s soul left his body, and the Dharma’s true body appeared. With a palm strike, the so-called divine skill was blasted to pieces.

Then Qianshui’s soul returned to its position, and he waved his sword finger to indicate a sword energy, rushing towards him.

“I’ll give you one more move.”

He didn’t expect that his divine skill was broken so quickly, and the dark purple divine armor on his body was directly hit by Qianshui’s casual sword energy, and flew out backwards.

It was such a coincidence that Qian Qingyu, the handsome boy, was pulled away by a few young ladies, but Qian Qian, who was still chewing on the popsicle, was still stupidly staying there, licking her unfinished popsicle.

He was knocked to the right place, right in front of Qian Qian, and it was unknown whether Qian Shui did it on purpose or accidentally.

He, who knew Qian Renxue, saw Qian Qian at a glance. Good guy, except for the small one, aren’t they exactly the same? !

“Hahaha! Don’t move!” He stopped Qian Qian, put the Rakshasa Demon Scythe across her neck, and laughed wildly, “Qian Shui! I know you are very powerful! But your daughter is in my hands! You have no way out! Hahaha!”

But Qian Shui’s expression was even weirder. Shouldn’t Qian Shui cry and kneel down to beg for forgiveness at this time?

Just when He began to be at a loss again, Qian Qian slowly bit the popsicle in her mouth, and the corner of her mouth also cracked.

Black soul power gushed out from Qian Qian, and a dark aura purer than his began to cover the entire Douluo Realm City.

“Ahahaha!” A more rampant laugh than his came from the little girl he held hostage, “God? Let’s fall into a deeper darkness together!”

Then, a pitch-black sword appeared in the girl’s hand, and she turned around and slashed horizontally.

Then, amid the girl’s wild laughter, the six-winged angel of darkness, carrying nine soul rings and the aura of half a hundred levels, descended on Douluo Realm City.

Chapter 339 Gods who were beaten in turns

“Seventh soul skill, angel true body! Dark angel domain!”

The battle between gods and humans began, and the Dark Angel Holy Sword Du Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

Until then, the doubts about whether Douluo Realm City could withstand the battlefield of high-level soul masters were erased from the doubts of those who were interested.

Because Qian Shui was there, the skills launched by the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower did not actually act on him, but sealed the space of the main fighting soul area, so that the strong aftermath of the battle almost did not overflow.

Qianshui’s brows twitched as he watched various giant swords fly across the sky, and soul power waves crackle and hit his defensive barrier.

“Xiaoshui, is it okay?” Feng Jingyi came to Qianshui and asked, with worry in her eyes.

“No need, you think too highly of Him.” Qianshui shook her head.

Then he pointed to the Shura Demon Sword in Feng Jingyi’s hand, “Just like you could use it back then, with the strength of the newly-titled, relying on the power of Shura, to defeat Him who was level 99 and holding a divine weapon, which can already explain a lot of things.”

Before he finished speaking, the gods who were 50-50 with mortals were surrounded.

“Hey! Who wants your help?”

It was like hearing a very funny joke when you were sad. The arrogant Qianqian just raised the sword to chop the god, and twenty or thirty titled Douluo surrounded him.

Let’s not talk about whether He wants face or not, let’s say that Qianqian also wants face, right?

Unfortunately, if Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu were not on both sides of her, staring at her, if she didn’t shrink her head, it would still be quite deterrent.

“Impossible! Impossible!” He launched an attack hysterically.

However, Bibi Dong, who activated her martial soul, easily blocked all the attacks.

At this time, all the masters in the whole continent realized that Pope Bibi Dong was also a peerless Douluo, and her actual combat power was even stronger than the so-called God.

“This God position once belonged to the teacher, but after she gave up the inheritance of the God position, the God behind her found a guy with suitable conditions, that is, “Him.”

Qianshui pointed at the God whose steps were loose, his moves were scattered, and the energy fluctuations he emitted were obviously huge, but he was suppressed by Bibi Dong and his realm reached the hundredth level.

Nodding, Feng Jingyi also quite agreed, “That’s true. When I fought with Him, I found that He just had the ability but couldn’t use it. His basic fighting skills were not even as good as those of the Soul Masters from ordinary academies.”

“Brother Shui, so this is your plan?” At this time, Yin Jin also came over, “Use a useless, so-called god to break people’s fear of God?”

Qian Shui smiled and agreed with Yin Jin’s statement, “Yes.”

“I’m afraid that he is unwilling to do it himself in order not to establish himself as a new belief?” Ling Yunzhi took over the conversation.

“Very interesting, you guessed it almost right.” Qianshui also expressed his approval, “The prejudice in people’s hearts is like a mountain. Some people think that spirit masters with higher levels must be more powerful, and the higher the level, the more so.”

“It’s not easy to cross this mountain, but as long as someone crosses it, it may leave a belief in the world, a mentality that regards all difficulties and hardships as nothing, because people really defeated God!”

“That’s a nice thing to say~” Chen Sha hugged her chest and teased, “Xiaoshui, why don’t you also say that you want to be lazy?”

“Ahem! Okay, catch them all!” Qianshui hurriedly changed the subject.

“Okay!” Yinjin rubbed his fists, like a gangster, waving his hands and rushing towards Tang San and the others with a step that didn’t recognize his relatives.

Feng Jingyi didn’t follow, holding the Shura Demon Sword and joined the group fight against the so-called God.

Finally unable to hold back, he burst out with an extremely blazing black-purple divine light, and at this moment, he spread out all the four extreme Douluos who besieged him, “The true body of Ya Zi!”

Instantly, the surging blood and energy, carrying the hideous dragon-shaped martial spirit Ya Zi, descended into the world.

“Ya Zi martial spirit?!” Ning Fengzhi blurted out after recognizing what kind of martial spirit it was, “So that’s it!”

“Father, what does this mean?” Ning Rongrong asked in confusion.

Ning Fengzhi did not answer Ning Rongrong, but looked at Xue Beng meaningfully, “I think your majesty should have known it a long time ago, right?”

However, now Xue Beng has collapsed powerlessly on the throne that belongs to the emperor, with his eyes dull.

Even Xue Beng was silent, Ning Fengzhi only focused on the battle below the stage, “The Jiaozi spirit is the family spirit of the former imperial marshal Ge Long.”

“Oh? He is…” Ning Rongrong was a little confused at first, and then guessed, and then she showed an extremely disgusted expression, “This guy is not the dude, the cause of the Marshal’s Mansion, and the Gordon who colluded with the evil soul master?”

If it weren’t for his abnormal skeleton, Ning Rongrong would not dare to guess.

Thanks to the war, she really saw too many corpses, and it was still easy to distinguish the body shape of men and women.

“In this way, everything is connected. When your majesty was still the fourth prince and was fostered in the prince’s mansion, he became good friends with him. This is why your majesty was so confident when he saw his appearance, as if he had won everything, right?” Ning Fengzhi’s tone was very flat, but the spectators still heard it.

“Hahaha…” Unexpectedly, Xue Beng sneered at this time, “Master Ning! Of course you can be so calm!”

Said Xue Beng, with a ferocious face, looked at Ning Fengzhi, “After all, the exiled immortal Douluo is your biological son, right!”

“Your Majesty, why do you think so?” At this time, although Ning Fengzhi felt that Qianshui actually had the martial spirit of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower, he would be the blood of the Seven Treasures Glazed.

But he didn’t think Qianshui was his biological son, but he felt that Ning Rongrong’s statement that she really didn’t have an affair with Qianshui was probably true, after all, if they were not siblings, they were cousins.

“Hehehe! What do I think?! Master Ning, are you still pretending?! Do you still have to hide it from everyone now? Do you still want to say that you don’t know at all, don’t know that this exiled immortal Douluo Qianshui from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is actually Xue Qinghe who once covered the sky with one hand?!”

Xue Beng is already hysterical. He just wants to expose everything and bring more trouble to these final winners.

However, at this time, since Qian Shui himself didn’t stop him, Ning Rongrong didn’t care anymore, and Ning Fengzhi was very interested.

“Everyone! Think about it! If Qian Shui is Xue Qinghe and Ning Huahua! Would it be more reasonable for his teammates to obey orders?! Would it be more reasonable for him to be killed inexplicably?”

“Is what your Majesty said really interesting?” Including Yu Yuanzhen, people from the four major sects really thought this was more reasonable.

“But how can he play two roles by one person? It’s because of him that the Wuhun Palace has been discredited over the years?” Yu Yuanzhen continued to ask.

Tuoba Xi, the leader of the Holy Dragon Sect, nodded towards Yu Yuanzhen and affirmed: “It is indeed true. Back then, Qian Renxue of Wuhun Palace robbed his grandson at the hands of Sect Leader Ning and Prince Xue Qinghe in full view of the public. This is true. Is the truth.”

“Haha! Because there are always two people! The first Xue Qinghe was Qian Renxue! The later Crown Princess Ning Huahua was Qian Shui pretending to be! This also explains why the Crown Princess is the martial spirit of the Qibao Glazed Pagoda! This is also That’s why they want to put on a big show to keep their son in Wuhun Hall, even the great priest Qian Daoliu will cooperate with the performance!”

“Because Xue Hong’s surname is not Xue at all! His surname is Qian! He is the child born to Qian Renxue under the eyes of the entire continent! Because no matter what, the awakening of the martial spirit cannot be deceived!”

Xue Beng’s words opened up Ning Fengzhi’s questions like a key. No wonder Ning Huahua always acted like a tomboy and couldn’t even wear high heels. No wonder she always had a bad attitude toward him. No wonder she knew all the techniques of advanced realms at her fingertips.

However, Ning Fengzhi’s doubts disappeared when he thought that the child born would eventually have the martial spirit of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Regardless of Xue Beng’s continued output, Ning Fengzhi secretly communicated with her daughter. “Rongrong, did you already know this?”

Seeing the old father smile on Ning Fengzhi’s face, Ning Rongrong was not happy, “Why are you happy, dad? If he is willing to say that he is willing to admit you to the sect, have you been tricked by him all these years? ”

“This…” After recalling it, Ning Fengzhi remembered the first time he saw Qian Shui.

From the very beginning, he said that he was a level 79 soul saint. How about trying to kill him? Then he exchanged swords with Chen Xin. The first impression was extremely bad.

Later, Ning Fengzhi personally planned the assassination of Qian Shui. This situation can be called a father’s kindness and his son’s filial piety.

“Rongrong, those who don’t know are not guilty. I didn’t know that back then…”

“Then you explain it to him yourself~ Also, don’t mess around! No matter who he is, I can only bury him in my heart!”