Douluo’s Stealing the Ten Thousand Realms System

Wandering in the secret passage leaving the Slaughter City, he turned his head to look at the city gate of the Slaughter City behind him, Tang San clenched his fists tightly, and because the nails were too sharp, the fleshy palm pierced deeply into the palm, oozing blood.

Tang San was so unwilling, even though the nearly half a year of living in the capital of slaughter didn't bring him too much danger, he was really unwilling to win the 100-game winning streak in the killing field of hell, but he couldn't get through the road to hell to get the realm of killing gods.

So what is he here for?

Make yourself murderous?

And then spend a lot of time to calm down and delay the progress of cultivation?

As early as half a year ago, after giving the Clear Sky Hammer a fifth spirit ring with a life span of about 25,000 years, Tang San's spirit power had already exceeded the fifty-first level. It is not far from the fifty-two, but now? Half a year has passed, but the spirit power has only been raised to the fifty-two level.

This is the effect of murderous aura on him.

Now that his murderous aura cannot be condensed and imprinted on his martial soul, how does this make him feel better?

Finally, taking a deep look at the Slaughter City, Tang San secretly thought: The Slaughter City, this is not a place that should exist, sooner or later, I, Tang San, will come to completely destroy this place.

There is also the Wuhun Palace. For such a sinful place to exist, it must have something to do with Wuhun Palace. Don't they pretend to be righteous? Why would such a place be tolerated? Otherwise, he would not have caused a commotion in this half year. Sooner or later, Tang San will destroy you all together.

Making up his mind, Tang San stepped forward, speeding up and galloping towards the exit of the Slaughter Capital.

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Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

In Zongmen Square, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin tried their best to calm the shock in their hearts.

Just now, their little princess Ning Rongrong defeated a fifty-first-level soul king with a yellow-yellow-yellow-yellow-zizi spirit ring as an auxiliary spirit master. The incomparable swordsmanship is combined with the self-created soul skill that moves almost instantaneously and the illusion released by the illusionary wisdom skull.

The swordsmanship is as imaginary as it has no trace, and it can be retracted and released freely, and it is like an antelope hanging its horns.

The tyrannical sword qi left several criss-crossing sword marks on the marble floor of the square, suppressing the Soul King to such an extent that he couldn't resist until the end, when Ning Rongrong held the fine steel sword around his neck. The battle has just ended.

After a while, the two raised their eyelids at the same time, looked at each other, nodded with satisfaction, and there was a hint of approval in their eyes.

"Dad, Grandpa Jian, I won." She sheathed the sword, moved her lotus step slightly, and Ning Rongrong came to Ning Fengzhi in an instant, a faint smile appeared on her pretty little face.

Dressed in a long white dress, with long hair in a bun on her shoulders, a white embroidered silk scarf, jade hair accessories and earrings in the shape of the other side of the bank, a soft steel sword with purple sword spikes on her waistband, and a soft steel sword with purple sword spikes on her waist. It's white boots. The appearance is beautiful and refined, the skin is snowy, the brows reveal heroic spirit, the whole body is pure and flawless, not stained with fine dust, like a fairy descended to the world.

Two years later, Ning Rongrong also grew up. Her beauty is pure and refined, and her whole body exudes a special nobility. Although she has just turned seventeen, she already has a graceful bearing and the fierceness of a swordsman. Like a war spirit master.

"Rongrong, you've made great progress in the past two years. If you hadn't stayed by my side, I'm afraid I wouldn't have recognized you." Ning Fengzhi fondly stroked Ning Rongrong's little head.

Sword Douluo Chenxin also nodded and said with admiration: "Indeed, Rongrong's strength has improved very rapidly in the past two years, not only has his soul power reached the fifty-third rank, but even the soul master of the auxiliary system in the soul master world has no fighting power. also broken."

"No way, they just don't want to drag their feet. Zhuqing and the others must have become stronger. And he must have become even stronger." Ning Rongrong blinked her big bright eyes, and there was a hint of firmness in her beautiful eyes. color. Looking up at the sky, I muttered in my heart,

I don't know how Xiao Zong is now. Does he still remember me?

Seeing his baby daughter wandering in the sky, Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly, he knew that his baby daughter was thinking of a clan. I don't know what kind of ecstasy the other party has put on, but it can actually fascinate this little witch and even many excellent girls.

For the past two years, the little witch has been restless for her cultivation, she has not gone shopping and has no fun. For the whole two years, except for the time when she obtained the fifth spirit ring, she spent almost all of her cultivation time in the sect.

"Isn't it still a month away, your two-year appointment is coming soon? When the time comes, you will know if you go to see it." On the side, Jian Douluo Chen saw that his precious granddaughter was missing the clan again, and couldn't help but speak. road.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up obviously, and a smile appeared on her pretty face, "Grandpa Jian, you're right."

Ning Fengzhi smiled lightly and said, "Uncle Jian and I will also accompany you to see it. I'm also very curious. After two years, how far the little guy from the clan can grow. By the way, ask him if he still has anything in his heart. My little witch."

"Oh, Daddy, what are you talking about, people ignore you." Ning Rongrong ran away with embarrassed steps.

Seeing the figure of Ning Rongrong leaving, Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, a young servant walked over slowly and respectfully handed out an envelope, "Sect Master, this is what the old Sect Master entrusted his subordinates to forward to you."

Taking the envelope, Ning Fengzhi nodded slowly and said, "Okay, I understand, you go down first!"

"This subordinate retire." Bowing and salute, the servant took a few steps back and turned to leave.

Si reduce Si. Ning Fengzhi opened the envelope, his face changed slightly, and there was a wave in his heart.

Sacrifice as sacrifice. "Fengzhi, what's the matter, what did Madam say in the letter?" Jian Douluo Chen Xin saw that Ning Fengzhi's face was not right, and couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Jian, take a look!" Ning Fengzhi handed the letter to Sword Douluo Chenxin and said, "Since Mother passed the sect master to me, she has been traveling abroad, and her whereabouts are erratic. Write a letter back, two years ago I wrote to her about the clan. This is her reply."

Taking the envelope, he glanced at the contents of the letter, Rao Yijian Douluo Chen's heart was calm, and he couldn't help but be extremely shocked, "Hearing what Madam said, I remembered that the clan is indeed the same as the one who has been around for more than 30 years. Lan Zong looks very similar, no matter in body shape, hair color, or breath, is there such a coincidence in the world?"

Mi He Mi. Ning Fengzhi sighed slightly and said, "Among us, only the mother has seen Lan Zong's true appearance. He is the most outstanding genius of our generation. It is said that even Haotian Douluo Tang Hao was defeated by him. In his hands. If he is still alive, he must have broken through the title Douluo now. If the clan is really his son, it would not be surprising."

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