Douluo’s Stealing the Ten Thousand Realms System

Strolling in the secret road away from the Slaughter City, turning his head to look at the city gate of the Slaughter City behind him, Tang San clenched his fists, his palms pierced deeply into his palms because his nails were too sharp, oozing blood.

Tang San was not reconciled. Although the life of the killing city for nearly half a year did not bring him much danger, he was really unwilling to win the **** killing field for a hundred consecutive victories, but he was unable to break through the road of **** to obtain the realm of the killing god.

So what is he here for?

Arouse yourself a murderous look?

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

As early as half a year ago, after attaching a fifth spirit ring with a life of about 25,000 years to the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San's spirit power had already exceeded level fifty. Because of his over-age spirit ring absorption, It's not far from Level 52, but now? Half a year has passed, but his spirit power has only risen to level fifty.

This is the effect of murderous spirit on him.

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

Finally, taking a deep look at the Slaughter City, Tang San said in his heart: The Slaughter City, this is not a place that should exist, sooner or later I, Tang San, will come and destroy it completely.

There is also the Spirit Hall. Such a place of evil can exist, and it must be inseparable from the Hall of Spirits. Don't they claim to be righteous? Why would you tolerate the existence of such a place? Otherwise, he wouldn't make a commotion in this six months. Sooner or later, I, Tang San, will destroy you together.

Determined, Tang San stepped forward, speeding up and galloping towards the exit of the Killing City.

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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

In Zongmen Square, Ning Fengzhi and Chenxin worked hard to calm the shock in their hearts.

Just now, their little princess, Ning Rongrong, defeated a fifty-one level 51 soul king with a yellow, yellow, yellow, purple and purple soul ring as an auxiliary soul master. That incomparable swordsmanship combined with the almost instantaneous self-made spirit skills and the illusions released by the illusion wisdom skull.

Swordsmanship is as unmarked as a heavenly horse travels through the sky, retractable and freely, and like an antelope hanging horns, a stroke of gods, once forcing the opponent to have no time to display their soul skills, freely horizontally and horizontally.

The tyrannical sword aura left several criss-crossing sword marks on the marble floor of the square, suppressing the soul king to death until he finally couldn't resist it, and was framed by the stainless steel sword in Ning Rongrong's neck. The battle just ended.

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

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

Wearing a white dress with long hair in a bun on his shoulders, a white embroidered silk scarf, jade hair ornaments and earrings in the shape of pecan flowers, a soft stainless steel sword with purple swords on the girdle, underfoot They are white boots. The appearance is clear and beautiful, the skin is snowy, the heroic spirit is revealed between the eyebrows, and the body is pure and flawless, not stained with dust, like a heavenly fairy.

Two years later, Ning Rongrong also grew up. Her beauty is pure and refined, and her whole body exudes special nobility. Although she had just turned seventeen, she already had a kind of grace and fierce aura as a swordsman. Like a war spirit master.

"Rong Rong, you have made great progress in the past two years. If you are not by my side, I am afraid I will not recognize you." Ning Fengzhi petted Ning Rongrong's little head.

Sword Douluo Chenxin also nodded and said in admiration: "Indeed, Rongrong's strength has improved very rapidly in the past two years. Not only has his spirit power reached level 53, but even the spirit masters of the Soul Master Realm auxiliary system have no combat power. It was also broken."

"Why, people just don't want to hold back. Zhu Qing and the others must have become stronger. And he must have become stronger." Ning Rongrong blinked his big bright eyes, a trace of firmness flashed in his beautiful eyes. color. Looking up at the sky, he whispered in his heart, I don't know how Xiaozong is now, does he remember me?

Seeing his baby girl wandering around the world, Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly. He knew that his baby girl was thinking of clan. I don't know what Ecstasy the other party has put on, and he can actually fascinate this little witch and even many outstanding girls.

In the past two years, the little witch has never rested in order to practice, and she has not been shopping or having fun. For the entire two years, except for the fifth spirit ring, she spent almost all of her cultivation in the sect.

"Isn't there one month left, your two-year appointment is coming soon? I'll know if I go and have a look at that time." On the side, Jian Douluo Chen couldn't help but speak when he saw that his precious granddaughter was missing his clan again. Tao.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up clearly, and a smile appeared on her pretty little face, "Grandpa Jian, that's right."

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, and said, "Uncle Jian and I will accompany you to have a look at that time. I am also very curious. After two years, how far the little guy from the clan can grow up? By the way, ask if he still has any in his heart. My little witch."

"Oh, daddy, what are you talking about? People ignored you." Ning Rongrong blushed and ran away in embarrassment.

Seeing Ning Rongrong leaving ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly.

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

Taking the envelope, Ning Fengzhi slowly a little bit, and said: "Okay, I know, you go down first!"

"Subordinates retire." Bowing bowed, the young man took a few steps back, turned and left.

汜豜汜. Ning Fengzhi opened the envelope, his face changed slightly, and a wave of waves appeared in his heart.

Sacrifice is like sacrifice. "Fengzhi, what's the matter, did the lady say anything in the letter?" Jian Douluo Chenxin saw that Ning Fengzhi's expression was wrong and couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Jian, take a look!" Ning Fengzhi handed the letter to Jian Douluo Chenxin's hands, and said: "My mother has been traveling outside since passing the Sect Master to me, and her whereabouts are erratic, only every few years. I wrote a letter and I wrote to her about the clan two years ago. This is her reply."

After receiving the envelope, he glanced at the content of the letter. Rao Yi Jian Douluo was calm and shocked. "After hearing what the lady said, I remembered that the clan is indeed related to the one who was more than 30 years old. Lan Zong looks very similar, whether it's body shape, hair color, or breath, is there such a coincidence in the world?"

Mi He Mi. Ning Fengzhi sighed slightly and said, "Only our mother has seen the true appearance of Lan Zong. He is the most outstanding genius of our generation. It is said that even Haotian Douluo Tang Hao was defeated by him. If he is still alive, he must have broken through Title Douluo now. If the clan is really his son, then it shouldn’t be surprising.”

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