Douluo: Don’t be a licker

Where the blood color passed, tens of thousands of swords were shattered inch by inch, turning into fragments all over the sky.

Seeing this scene, Sword Douluo was dumbfounded.

Bone Douluo was stunned.

Ning Fengzhi was desperate.

At the foot of the mountain, Dugu Bo opened his eyes, the shock in his heart could not be subsided for a long time.

In the dark night sky, thunder and lightning flashed.

The sword finally fell!

Click!

Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, the entire mountain was split into two.

The clouds cleared.

The blood-clothed figure was finally seen clearly.

At this age...

how can that be!

too young!

Lan Ling's eyes returned to normal.

The bloody light in the depths of the pupils gradually faded away and disappeared.

The breeze blows, the dress dances, very strange.

The face without the slightest expression fluctuation is set off by the mountain peak that is divided into two.

It feels like winter in an instant.

The three masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect joined forces for the first time, but they couldn't even catch a single sword strike.

Today I'm afraid...

There is infinite fear in everyone's hearts.

This time the enemy is stronger than ever!

"If you can pick up my five successes, you are qualified to go up the mountain!"

The sound fell, and the clouds and mist rose again.

In the haze, the figure disappeared.

All this seems to be in a dream.

Ning Fengzhi stared blankly at the mountain peak divided into two for three days, silent for a long time.

After a long time, Sword Douluo suddenly said: "I know this sword intention!"

Everyone looked at him.

Many people didn't understand why, but Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo suddenly understood.

Just because of understanding, my heart became heavier.

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed for a while, he looked towards the top of the mountain, finally took a deep breath, and sighed again.

"Uncle Bone, Uncle Jian, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School...I'm afraid we will be doomed today..."

"I have something to ask of you two, and please promise me!"

Jian Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You mean Rong Rong?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded, "You guys watched Rongrong grow up, if, I mean if."

"If things don't turn around today, please ask the two elders to go to Shrek Academy to take Rongrong away and bring her up."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo looked at each other and smiled bitterly at the same time.

Jian Douluo: "Sovereign, since we set foot on this mountain, there is no way out."

Bone Douluo nodded, "Both of us have been locked by a powerful spiritual force, as long as there is a slight change, we will definitely die."

Sword Douluo: "If that person really comes in person..."

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed, he sighed again and turned to look at the top of the mountain.

It was obviously his home, but at this moment, going home felt like he was embarking on a journey to hell.

Every step forward is a step closer to death.

"Since there is no way out, let's go up the mountain."

Three hundred people, led by Ning Fengzhi, began to walk up the mountain.

Come to the top of the mountain.

At this time in the past, there should have been many younger generation disciples practicing and competing in the square.

But now...

Terribly quiet!

A dead silence!

"Sect Master Ning, my son is here to invite you!"

Hearing the sound and looking around, there is a stunning beauty standing at the entrance of the main hall.

It was the blood-clothed girl who slashed the mountain with her sword just now.

Seeing the real person, everyone was amazed and felt a little numb at the same time.

Those young masters just glanced at it, then hurriedly lowered their heads.

After watching for a while, there was a sense of shock in the consciousness, as if it was about to collapse.

Ning Fengzhi looked calm, and walked towards the main hall.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were about to follow, but Lan Ling suddenly said: "You two, please wait outside."

Jian Douluo gritted his teeth, filled with anger, and was about to explode, but was stopped by Ning Fengzhi.

"Just wait for me outside!"

"But……"

"It's a blessing or a curse, what should come will always come."

Ning Fengzhi came to the main hall.

Above the first place.

That's where he usually sits.

That is the position of the suzerain.

At this moment, a young man with white hair and bloody clothes was sitting cross-legged, as if he was practicing.

Between the brows, in the calm indifference, there is a bit of murderousness that seems to never go away.

Beneath his calm face, he was not very old.

The white hair is the most conspicuous, and paired with the bloody clothes, it gives people a strange feeling.

and……

Why does it feel like I have seen this person before somewhere?

The evil spirit on his body was so familiar.

But I just can't remember it for a while.

Song Wuxin put his efforts into his body, opened his eyes and looked down at Ning Fengzhi, with a faint smile on his face.

"Sect Master Ning, long time no see!"

This smile! ! ! !

"It's you!" Ning Fengzhi took a step back subconsciously.

Although I had conjectured for a long time, but when I really confirmed it, I was still trembling in my heart.

"Why, is this how Sect Leader Ning greets his former friends?"

Song Wuxin slowly walked down from the chief stage.

He took a step forward, and Ning Fengzhi took a step back.

Thinking of the night I experienced in the Star Dou Forest more than ten years ago, the feeling that my soul power was sucked dry, and life was worse than death.

Ning Fengzhi trembled subconsciously.

Don't want to try it again!

With a smile on his face, he cupped his fists and bowed to Song Wuxin, "I haven't seen you for many years, Mr. Song's spring breeze is still..."

"This is true!" Song Wuxin was not polite.

"When I first met Sect Master Ning in the Star Dou Forest, the young man was full of energy and magnificence, but now..."

Ning Fengzhi chuckled, "I am old and no longer young. I haven't seen you for many years, but Mr. Song can still live at the age of eighteen. He is still young, has an ageless appearance, and makes others envious. I am very happy and congratulated."

"You two know each other?"

At this time, Bibi Dong passed by here carrying a bag of fresh vegetables just picked from the Qibao Glazed Sect vegetable garden.

Seeing that the two seemed to be having a good conversation, he asked curiously.

Seeing Bibi Dong, Ning Fengzhi instantly petrified on the spot, "You, you, you are..."

Bibi Dong raised the vegetables in her hands and asked, "Where is your kitchen?"

Ning Fengzhi's face was stiff, and he pointed to a direction to the right.

Bibi Dong went to the kitchen carrying fresh vegetables.

A voice came: "That woman, come and help me!"

Outside the hall, Lan Ling frowned slightly.

A ray of light flashed, and she disappeared from the spot.

"I don't know why Mr. Song came to my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School this time?" Ning Fengzhi asked hard.

This is a real evil star!

In the battle in Wuhun City that year, almost all the strong people above Contra in Wuhun Palace were killed.

Two popes, one dead and one wounded.

Qian Daoliu is still shutting down life and death.

After so many years, God knows what kind of state this killing god has reached.

More than ten years ago, his cultivation was already unfathomable.

Today, more than ten years later, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School...

Song Wuxin waved his hand casually, "I passed by this place and saw the beautiful scenery here, so I came up to sit down. Why, Sect Leader Ning doesn't welcome you?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head hastily, "Welcome, of course you are welcome, you can treat this place as your own home, and stay as long as you want.

It's just... I don't understand something, and I hope Song Wuxin will not hesitate to enlighten me. "

Really bite the bullet and finish the sentence!

As the master of a sect, he had to say something.

There was something he had to do.

He has to bear some responsibilities.

"ask!"

"Are you... the Lord of Returning Souls?"

He has even used honorifics.