Douluo's Infinite Devouring

"Your sister is still alive, she is not dead yet, I know... where she is..."

When Si Qingrong, who was restrained by Ming, said these words, Ming's face immediately changed. When Ming Xue was mentioned, he seemed to be a different person and asked subconsciously:

"What did you just say? Where is Xue? Is she really alive?!!"

"Hey, go to hell and find her."

Si Qingrong was a master of psychological warfare. After finding out the relationship between Ming Xue and Ming, he already knew where Ming's lifeline was. The clue Ming Xue was thrown out at this time had already made Ming confused and took the opportunity to get rid of Ming's control. , there is a folding fan in his hand, the fan bone is zeroed on the key acupuncture points on Ming's body, which is to fix Ming's body in place.

"As expected, you lose your composure when it comes to your sister's whereabouts. This is a taboo. It seems that you are not particularly calm yet. You are a sentimental person. In this regard, you are not as good as your sister. .”

Seeing Ming being controlled by him again, the situation suddenly reversed. Si Qingrong smiled, like a god who was strategizing and discerning people's hearts.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you just yet. I have to spare your life for the sake of your sister. Besides, I have thought of a better way to use you."

As if he had some idea, Si Qingrong lifted his disguise. Si Qingrong regained his peerless appearance and walked into the Moon Palace.

In Matoyue Palace, Aya Matoyue has reached the final stage of finishing. In the quiet room, a miko costume with white upper part and red lower part gradually takes shape. It is surrounded by thin silk threads, and the threads are crisscrossed. Aya, who originally looked weak, At this time, Guangyue became extremely agile. She jumped around the room with thin silver needles in her hands. There were eight of them in total. Each silver needle was covered with silk thread. Under her knitting needle, a pattern The simple miko robe gradually took shape.

Si Qingrong, who had already come in, was watching this scene quietly in the corner. Looking at Ling Maoyue like this, it was like going back to the past, a long time ago, when they were still young and had a wonderful time together. The memory can never go back now.

Only when doing something, Aya Matoyuki can find herself again and become the same as before, that is, weaving.

The last two silk sleeves are gradually taking shape, and the cuffs of the silk sleeves are woven with a circle of red crosses using fire rat fur silk thread, which looks like a rather unique design.

The thin miko uniform floated quietly in the air, as if it had been completed, but Aya Matoyue shook her head, with a look of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"It's not enough, I'm still old, but..."

"Om—"

A ball of light bloomed from the room and turned into a translucent blue. At this time, Ling Maoyue seemed to have changed. Her originally old appearance became younger, as if she was reflecting back on the light. It can be seen that she is not inferior to Si Qingrong. What’s even more shocking is that there are thirteen soul rings surrounding her body! A thirteenth-level god-level powerhouse!

"Put the needle in and sacrifice the blood!!"

Eight flying needles sank into the miko's uniform. Aya Matoyue bit her finger and shot a drop of blood into it. The blood dripped on the moon-white silk of the miko's uniform. The remaining threads of the fire rat fur were woven one after another, and on the left An eight-petal lotus flower is woven on the chest. The lotus flower blooms like a flame, burning and bewitching.

"Finished product, here comes the clothes."

The completed knitting of the miko's uniform fell lightly into Aya Matoyuki's hands. Aya Matoyuki held the miko's uniform, and then her face became satisfied. She had not knitted for many years, and no one knew her reputation for a long time. Orizuki The god Ling Yue.

"Clap!!"

Crisp applause rang out, this was no longer a textile, this was a performance, an exquisite performance that could be called a masterpiece.

Not many people are lucky enough to watch this scene. There is only Si Qingrong as an audience here. As an audience, this is not the first time for Si Qingrong to see this exquisite textile. She has seen her before. Weaving countless times, seeing her become a god, seeing her build tall buildings.

No one cares about the gods of the past, and together with the memories of the past, they are buried in time.

But she deserves this round of applause. In fact, there will be countless rounds of applause every time she finishes weaving.

"Here, here you go, I really want to know what a beautiful girl that is that you can like. I also want to see the owner of this dress put it on.

Go, what kind of overwhelming the country and the city should be. "

"Thank you, I thanked you on her behalf."

After thanking her, Si Qingrong slowly walked towards Ling Maoyue and reached out to take the shrine maiden's sacrificial robe. However, at the same time, she secretly placed the folding fan in her sleeve, as if for precaution.

"We are all old friends. There is no need to be polite. We came here today and we should have had a good chat."

When the next words came out, Ling Maoyue emphasized her tone. Just when Si Qingrong took it, the red silk thread of her coat shot out from her body and wrapped around Si Qingrong.

In vain, Ling Maoyue actually moved her hands towards Si Qingrong, and at the same time eight thin needles pierced Si Qingrong's eyes.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning, and Si Qingrong reacted very quickly. He opened the folding fan in his hand for the first time, unfolded the fan, dragged the witch's sacrificial robe with his left hand, stepped back, and shouted at the same time:

"Why!! You have changed!! Aya Matoyuki!!"

There was questioning, disappointment, and a hint of confusion in his voice.

After learning from Ming that Yunshang asked him to find Lingmai Yue, she understood how Yunshang could be related to Lingmai Yue. They were...

"Change? Everyone will change. Only you, for such a person, have always maintained your original appearance, clinging to the past, and would rather be a dead person in the past."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous? Who will stay the same? Being unchanged means never saying goodbye."

"That's your problem. It turns out that our beliefs are different."

"But you haven't changed in one place, and your strength will always stay here."

Si Qingrong, who was facing Ling Maoyue, had a hint of sneer on his face. He turned his wrist and danced with the fan in his hand. Eighteen terrifying soul rings rose up from his body! !

"How is that possible? You..."

"Since being exiled to the Douluo Continent, I have cultivated eight more soul rings. Although due to certain restrictions, I will never be able to break through to the Titled Douluo in the Douluo Continent, but with the ten rings I had previously gained at the plateau god level, I can break through After the seal is opened, it will already look like this."

"Cang Yue, do you remember? We will never fight each other with swords."

"Unfortunately, that's all going to change now."

The tone was still so relaxed, and it sounded extremely relaxed and cute, but there was a trace of ruthless determination in that pretended to be relaxed tone. The folding fan he opened blocked the eight silver needles that were piercing his eyes, and Si Qingrong fell back. He made a somersault and kicked Ling Maoyue with his feet. Then he turned around and waved the floating blade in his hand. The soul bone of his head lit up and countless purple vertical eyes appeared around him.

The purple vertical pupils seemed to be alive, blinking, opening and closing, shooting out purple rays.

Head soul bone skill! !

Hell Demon Eyes! !

"Ten thousand needles!!!"

Aya Matoyue made a throwing motion, and countless thin needles appeared and rotated in the surrounding space. It seemed that she was also using her ultimate move.

"Female flower scattering!!"

He crossed his hands and made a shooting gesture with one hand, pointing at Si Qingrong. Thousands of needles were shot at Si Qingrong, like a shower of needles and meteors.

"unlimited……"

The folding fan blocked his eyes and removed them again. Si Qingrong's eyes became strange. The original black pupils turned into different-colored pupils, one red and one purple, and there seemed to be something rotating inside...

"Double Suzaku Flame Destruction!!"

The folding fan folded, and two Suzaku flames appeared, attacking Ling Maoyue. Ming Xue would definitely be surprised if she were here. How could Si Qingrong use her skill? ?

"Blissful Wind Dance!!"

Two huge pink hurricanes attacked Aya Matoyue. The wind intensified, and the wind made fire, followed by the increase in Suzaku's flame destruction.

"Want to kill me? Matoyue, you still forgot, I am Tsuyomi Ming, what are the abilities of Tsuyomi Ming? Have you forgotten?"

"Punishment of the evil god! Immobilize yourself with purple light!"

The skill that Ming just used on Si Qingrong was actually used by Si Qingrong in reverse at this time. She suffered a loss because of the skill. Naturally, Ling Maoyue also suffered a loss. She immobilized the purple light and limited it to three seconds. The light came first, and the three Seconds, there are so many things you can do.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

There was a huge noise in the Moon Palace. The movement here was too great and sooner or later the higher-ups on the plateau would be attracted.

"Suzaku Flame Destroyed!!"

“Burn them all for me!!!”

Showing no mercy and not caring about Ling Maoyue's life or death, Si Qingrong once again released a burst of Suzaku Flame, which ignited a raging fire here.

"Goodbye, Aya Matoyue."

Gently speaking to the burning Moon Palace underneath, Si Qingrong left quickly.

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