Rebirth: The Redemption Heroine in Douluo

Ye Zhiqiu is at least a Soul King at level 50, and has a lot of practical experience.

With disdain in his eyes, the silent first soul ring at his feet suddenly lit up.

"The first soul skill, Black Turtle Possession!"

The shit-green halo grew larger, and at the critical moment, enveloped his entire body. The offensive of the crowd was somewhat stagnant because of this layer of defense.

The seemingly fierce attack was easily blocked, and the mockery in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes became more and more intense.

But the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth had not yet expanded, and it froze in mid-air. The shit-green light shield trembled violently.

At the critical moment, seven colorful lights descended from the sky from the rear, landing on everyone accurately, and the light voice sounded like a goddess descending.

"The seven treasures turned into glass. One day: power; two days: speed."

Ning Rongrong, who had been hiding behind Oscar and had been unnoticed, was now shining brightly, and the gorgeous pagoda above her right hand instantly attracted the attention of everyone on the opposite side.

This is...the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower!

Ye Zhiqiu frowned deeply, and his expression became completely solemn.

He was aroused to murder by these little kids and did not notice that there was a person from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect among them.

If I can kill him successfully today, it would be fine. If not, I’m afraid there will be endless trouble in the future.

I just don't know how much this little girl's growth will be?

If it was an ordinary disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, it would be easy to deal with today. But if it was a direct descendant, then with the strength of this great soul master, the soul power increase would be at least 30%.

A 30% increase in soul power plus five great soul masters and two soul masters...

His eyes suddenly became much clearer.

Ye Zhiqiu felt a little uneasy, but his face still looked vicious and cruel.

Well, even if we lose the fight, it’s not easy to meet the direct descendants of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect...

As he was thinking about this, the Black Turtle Body Shield, which had been stable until now, suddenly shook violently, and cracks appeared faintly from all directions!

Ye Zhiqiu's heart was shocked, and his sunken eyes suddenly met Dai Mubai's fierce gaze.

The next second, smoke filled the air.

Tang Wuyou's first skill enveloped Ye Zhiqiu's entire body. After being amplified by Ning Rongrong, the Kirin Roar could control Ye Zhiqiu for 2.53 seconds when facing a level Soul King.

Everyone tacitly suspended their offensive, waiting for the arrival of absolute advantage.

Finally, while Ye Zhiqiu was terrified to the point of cursing, the attacks of the other four men landed heavily on his defenseless body.

"You thousand-year-old turtle, watch your father peel off your turtle shell!"

Accompanied by Xiao Wu's fierce shout, everyone's strongest attack fell on Ye Zhiqiu without reservation.

A painful groan sounded.

Ye Zhiqiu's body was instantly blasted backwards by Dai Mubai's fierce light wave, and in the next instant he was kicked back from the flank by Zhu Zhuqing, leaving a bloody scar on his waist that was eye-catching.

When he was about to land, Xiao Wu's scorpion tail tightly wrapped around his neck, and his body was lifted into the air, with his stiff waist forced to bend into a twisted shape.

Ye Zhiqiu's old face also began to twist. The wound that was bleeding was torn even bigger, and he grimaced in pain.

The forced control time reached 2 seconds, and Ye Zhiqiu's face turned stern. Just wait a little longer...

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. The blue silver grass that had been hidden under everyone's feet grew wildly.

The toxicity of the blue silver grass, amplified by soul power, increased greatly, and even the barbs on its body grew visibly longer, strangling Ye Zhiqiu from head to toe like a python.

Ma Hongjun, who was hovering in the air, smiled so hard that his eyes almost became a slit. The more than five-meter-long line of fire in his mouth roasted the "zongzi" all over in an instant.

The rich smell of barbecue spread across the open space.

Everyone retreated rapidly under the pull of the Blue Silver Grass. Ma Hongjun took a deep breath and suddenly exclaimed

"I know what we're having for dinner! There's a roasted whole lamb on the menu, and it tastes just like this!"

"..."

Ye Zhiqiu fell heavily to the ground, trembling slightly, and staggered to his feet.

The originally white robe was covered with gray and black, and his coughing was accompanied by bursts of black smoke. His already dry hair flew up like an explosion, and his entire body was covered with bruises and purples, with not a single good spot on his body.

Oh yeah, it's not that bad.

At least the wound on his waist was burned.

No more bleeding.

Ye Zhiqiu felt dizzy and shook his head with his hands.

A halo condensed in Oscar's hand, and a strong stench came over, quickly spreading to the hands of the Shrek people.

Although they had a certain resistance, they were still somewhat unable to accept it. They felt both pain and joy as their soul power and minor injuries recovered quickly.

Ye Zhiqiu and the White Anonymous on the opposite side were not so lucky. The stench that could knock out all the Shrek people should not be underestimated.

At this moment, they were not prepared in advance and could not help but vomit and cry. Ye Zhiqiu, who was at the front, was the first to be hit.

He was already weak and even began to suffer from lack of oxygen.

He never dreamed that the stench would one day become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In the last moment before he fainted, there was only one thought in his mind.

"Damn, he really is a direct descendant of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

Everyone in Shrek looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that the dignified Soul King would be defeated by them.

I'm all feeling a little excited.

The tall and majestic Zhao Wuji finally came out of the house at this moment, holding a cup of steaming new tea in his hand, with a proud look on his face, and snorted and said

"At least you didn't embarrass me. Come in, dinner is ready."

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at the white anonymous people who surrounded Ye Zhiqiu and kept calling him.

The powerful aura of the Soul Saint was revealed in an instant. The powerful pressure made their bodies stiffen, and the screams of ghosts and wolves came to an abrupt end.

The clearing suddenly became quiet.

Only Ma Hongjun was left mumbling as he walked away

"Teacher, have you ordered the roasted whole lamb I wanted? It smells so good. I'm so greedy."

Tang Wuyou and Tang San looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes.

There was another soft voice behind me.

"Rongrong, are you tired? Do you want to eat another piece of tofu?"

"..."

I declined.

*

The anonymous people from Canghui Academy carried Ye Zhiqiu and their distinguished first disciple away from here overnight.

The waiter whose shop was not smashed was very excited and waived everyone's dinner and accommodation fees with a wave of his hand.

Everyone is very happy about this. After all, the funds allocated by the college are limited. Spending less here means that everyone can eat more good food in the future.

The night gradually climbed up the tall building, and the sound of cows roaring could be heard faintly from the forest not far away.

Everyone slept soundly.

The next morning.

The quiet hotel was filled with Zao Wou-Ki's powerful voice.

Everyone woke up drowsily and looked at the energetic Zhao Wuji with sleepy faces.

"Tsk, you're staggering around like that. Especially you, Oscar. You're about to get your third spirit ring, yet you can keep your composure like this?"

When Oscar heard his name being called out in a rumbling voice, his body subconsciously trembled and his muddled brain suddenly became clear.

Excitement surged in my heart, and I smiled and bowed to everyone.

"Brothers, my third spirit ring depends on you."

Everyone responded with a hearty smile.

"Okay, okay, Xiao Ao, I'll make it better for you!"

Dai Mubai acted like an older brother. He patted Oscar on the shoulder and laughed.

Xiao Wu was looking around at this moment, her eyes constantly wandering around.

"Strange, where are Tang San and Xiao Wuyou?"