The corpses of Seven Treasure Glazed Sect disciples were scattered along the way. The sounds of fighting and wailing could be heard from the depths of the sect from time to time. Some of the corpses had their limbs and heads separated from their torsos, and they looked extremely horrifying as they fell in a pool of blood. Fortunately, Ning Rongrong had experienced similar things in the illusion before, so she was somewhat mentally prepared and did not lose her mind. She took deep breaths and kept telling herself that these were all dreams while walking through the battlefield.

And deep inside the hall, it was indeed a scene very similar to the illusion, but fortunately Ning Fengzhi was still alive. Jian Douluo was confronting three Title Douluo masters alone. He held his sword across his chest and shouted: "Master, the sect cannot be without a master for a day. You take all the inner disciples and retreat first. I have a way to hold them back!"

"Dad——" Ning Rongrong shouted.

But Ning Fengzhi seemed unable to see her existence or hear her voice. Time did not allow him to hesitate, so he just frowned, and finally stopped assisting Jian Douluo, turned around and walked towards the secret passage deep in the hall.

"You can't leave!" Ning Rongrong seemed to have foreseen Jian Douluo's empty right arm. She was startled and shouted to Ning Fengzhi, "Dad!"

Ning Fengzhi seemed not to hear anything.

Behind him, an intense white light burst out from Jian Douluo's body. His arm melted into the dazzling white light. Thousands of swords rained down, piercing the enemy like a storm in the increasingly expanding light.

The white light grew bigger and bigger, gradually occupying Ning Rongrong's entire field of vision, making it impossible for her to open her eyes. Ning Rongrong had to block the light with her hands, and when the world went dark again, the surroundings had changed.

It was an unfamiliar wild canyon. Many bodies of armored soldiers lay on the ground. Broken spears, halberds and swords were randomly inserted in the yellow sand, like cold and nameless tombstones.

This place looked like a battlefield. Ning Rongrong had never been here before, but for some reason, the moment she saw this place, a place name popped into her mind.

Jialing Pass.

Sword Douluo, who lost an arm, and Bone Douluo both stood not far away with stern faces. Bibi Dong, who inherited the power of the Rakshasa God, looked down upon them coldly, the purple-black Rakshasa sickle in her right hand emitting a terrifying glow, and the tip of the sickle pierced deeply into Tan San's chest.

The two Titled Douluo roared, and a huge bone dragon flew up from the top of Jialing Pass. The Sword Douluo on the back of the bone dragon was like a sharp sword. The huge and shocking soul power fluctuations emanated from the sword and the dragon. Anyone could see that this attack had already surpassed the limits of the two of them and exerted unparalleled power.

However, the aura emitted by Bibi Dong's nine purple-black magic sickles was thousands of times more terrifying than theirs.

Ning Rongrong watched helplessly as the bone dragon flew into the sickle's purple-black light, which was filled with evil aura, like a moth to a flame. The pale dragon bones instantly shattered into pieces in mid-air, along with the sword and the figure on the dragon's back, which instantly turned into ashes under the sickle's tragic light.

No bones remain.

“Ah——!!!” Ning Rongrong let out a heart-wrenching scream.

She ran desperately towards the direction where the purple light fell, trying to find something, even if it was the fragments of a corpse, the remains of a bone dragon, or the fragments of a sword, something had to be left behind.

However, under the violent power of the Rakshasa God, everything ended up being annihilated into ashes. She found nothing, and the two relatives who loved her most in her life disappeared from this world without a trace.

No matter how strong she was inside, Ning Rongrong could no longer control her tears.

From childhood to adulthood, Jian Douluo and Gu Douluo have always left her with an indestructible impression, like two giant trees supporting the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu Douluo are her heaven. No matter what she encounters outside, when she returns to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and sees the two grandfathers, she feels like she has returned to the harbor and seen her heaven.

But now the sky has fallen.

"I'm going to kill her..." Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and looked up at the blood-stained sky, "I'm going to kill her!!"

“Rongrong, Rongrong!”

Ning Rongrong suddenly opened her eyes.

The sky was clear, without a trace of blood or clouds, and even less of that terrifying purple-black light. The air around her didn't smell of blood, but instead had the unique saltiness of seawater, reminding her that she was still on Poseidon Island.

Ning Rongrong sat up suddenly and looked down. The white jade floor of the Holy Pillar Platform reflected her face like a mirror. Her usually beautiful and delicate features were now filled with ferocity and violence, as hideous and terrifying as an evil ghost crawling out of the depths of hell.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's little princess was naturally well-educated and well-mannered. Although Ning Rongrong was a bit willful and self-willed, she never lost her temper, let alone yelled. The Shrek people had been with her for a long time, and although they had rarely seen her gentle, they had never seen her angry, let alone this angry expression, as if she had seen the murderer of her father and wanted to cut him into pieces.

Everyone was obviously frightened by her. Compared to Xiao Wu's worry during her nightmare, most people's first reaction was horror and panic. Only Lu Ye was still sitting beside her, reaching out and gently patting her back, as if to comfort her emotions: "It's just a dream. Dreams are the opposite."

Ning Rongrong raised her eyes in a daze.

Yes, dreams are always the opposite. Bibi Dong died a long time ago, but the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is still fine, and Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo are also alive.

Her anger gradually subsided, and her rapid breathing slowly calmed down. After a while, she seemed to react, and she suddenly threw herself into Lu Ye's arms, crying loudly.

She cried without any image, like a lost child, pouring out all the grievances and sorrows in her dreams in tears. The deer was also pounced on by her, and his body was a little stiff and uncomfortable, but he did not push her away, but continued to pat her back with an expressionless face, not afraid that she would wipe her tears and snot on him.

Fortunately, although Ning Rongrong was crying so hard that she was out of breath, she still cared about Sister Lulu and her clothes, and didn't wipe her tears and snot on her. After crying for a long time, she slowly calmed down and left Luye's arms with a soft sob.

“What a broken holy pillar…” She glared at the holy pillar fiercely, looking like she wanted to rush up and kick it, but she restrained herself in the end. “If I had known you would let me have such a dream, I would not have absorbed your power!!”

Several men present could not help but shudder. They felt that Ning Rongrong seemed to have turned into the willful and unruly little witch she was back then in an instant. The false image of kindness and gentleness she had pretended after becoming an adult was gone.

Lu Ye knew that Ning Rongrong had always been like this for so many years. No matter how stable and mature she was, she was still the quirky little witch in her bones. Her expression hardly changed. She held Ning Rongrong's shoulders and said, "This has nothing to do with the Holy Pillar. I'm afraid it's the black fog that's causing trouble. Don't be afraid. It's just a dream. It can't do anything to you, and it won't come true."

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