Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

Under everyone's stunned gazes, the remaining two soul rings were revealed.

However, this time they were not shocked, but looked horrified.

The last two rays of light completely refreshed all their perceptions, because they were red!

Ning Rongrong's lips kept trembling, and her voice was intermittent, "One hundred thousand...one hundred thousand years...soul ring!"

She almost used all her strength to say these words. When her legs became weak, she could not control her body at all, and her whole body instantly collapsed on the ground.

In her knowledge, the strong men with hundred thousand year soul rings in the entire Douluo Continent were as rare as a phoenix. Even Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bones only had ten thousand year soul rings in the end.

The moment the ninth soul ring appeared on Chenchuan's body, time seemed to have stopped, and of course those people were also stunned in place.

They didn't want to believe that this was true and rubbed their eyes hard, but the dazzling red light still shocked everyone.

This is not a dream, nor is it a dazzle, this is all real.

A hundred thousand year soul ring that actually exists.

At this time, Ning Rongrong was only a soul master in the thirties, and she felt suffocated when she felt the terrifying soul power emanating from the latter.

On his right side, a long sword with murderous intent appeared.

The sword is four feet three inches long, three inches wide, and the handle is one foot two inches long. It is a long sword that is completely blue and looks like a crystal carving.

"It's really the Seven Killing Sword!"

Ning Rongrong raised her head with difficulty. Under this pressure, she and the disciples of the Qibao Glazed Sect could only lie down on the cold ground.

But when she saw the martial spirit in Chenchuan's palm, she realized that the other party had not deceived her.

"Who are you from Grandpa Jian?"

Chenchuan glanced at the people lying on the ground, and then coldly withdrew the pressure he had released.

Ning Rongrong's noble posture had long since disappeared, leaving only the fear and cowardice of the person in front of her.

The breath just now was like the weight of a mountain, making her bones crackle, as if she might explode to death at any time under this amazing deterrent force.

Ning Rongrong got up, ignoring the dirty clothes on her body, and bowed her hands respectfully: "Junior Ning Rongrong, I have met my senior."

At this time, Ning Rongrong was already a student of Shrek Academy. In the original plot, she had given up her position as a eldest lady, but the arrogance in her bones still made her unwilling to lower her head so easily.

At this moment, three figures appeared beside Ning Rongrong out of thin air.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, a straight nose and a square mouth.

The man looked about forty years old, with an elegant and gentle appearance, and was dressed in a spotless white robe. His eyes were soft, and he looked like an ordinary person no matter how he looked.

Beside him stood two old men.

One of them was wearing a spotless snow-white robe, with white beard and hair. His long silver hair was neatly combed behind his back. He had a simple appearance, his face was as delicate as a baby, his expression was very indifferent, and his eyes seemed to be unable to see anything around him.

Standing there, it still gives people a feeling that I am the only one who dominates everything in the world.

But the other person has a haggard face, with shriveled muscles and skin, and sunken eye sockets.

His body is not a strong one with extremely swollen muscles, but his entire body frame is surprisingly large, and his clothes seem to be completely held up by the bones.

It was Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and the two swordsmen Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong who had reached the level of titled Douluo!

"Dad~"

When Ning Rongrong saw the person coming, he immediately ran over, his eyes filled with mist unconsciously.

Sword Dao Chen Xin's eagle-like eyes were fixed on the martial spirit in Chen Chuan's palm, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Why do you possess the Seven Killing Sword martial spirit?"

"Hehehe, Grandpa Jian is really old, he even forgot about me."

Chenchuan slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing his delicate cheeks and long white hair that looked like the coming of death.

Years of killing have already caused him to lose his mental strength, and after passing through the road to hell, his head turned white overnight.

"Are you, Chuan'er?"

Kendo Chenxin murmured, tears glistening in his eyes.

Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, Chenchuan nodded silently, raised his hands and saluted: "Grandpa, I'm back."

"Chuan'er, is it really you?" Kendao Chenxin didn't believe his eyes, looked at Chenchuan in front of him with great excitement, and asked.

"It's really you."

At this moment, Chen Xin once again couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, and tears burst out of his eyes. He quickly stepped forward and hugged Chen Chuan's shoulders tightly, tears streaming down his face.

Even Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi froze on the spot unconsciously. The little guy in front of them seemed to appear in front of them as if they were in another world.

Gu Rong, who had never shed tears for many years, couldn't help but wet her eyes. She stepped forward tremblingly and gently stroked Chenchuan's silver-white hair.

"Chuan'er, you are really alive."

"Grandpa Bones, I haven't seen you for thirteen years. You have become much older."

Chenchuan raised his head, looked at Bone Douluo in front of him, and said with a smile.

Gu Rong said with a smile: "Time has passed, and now it has already changed."

At this time, Ken Dao Chen Xin could no longer hold back the restlessness in his heart. He dragged Chen Chuan back to the Qibao Glazed Sect Hall and immediately asked: "Chuan'er, is it really you? Tell me quickly, you have been Where did you go and what happened?”

"Since you are still alive, why don't you return to the sect?"

Chenchuan smiled bitterly. If he could come back, how could he live in a world full of killing and violence for thirteen years?

Sitting on the chair, Chenchuan told everything that had happened without hiding anything.

After Chen Xin and Gu Rong heard this, they felt deep pain for him. They didn't expect that Chuan'er had experienced so many things in the past thirteen years.

Killing, killing every day.

Although he became a disciple of the King of Slaughter, he had to endure the pursuit of more powerful men.

Only in this way can one truly transform into a truly strong man.

Chen Xin said with tears in her eyes: "Chuan'er, I have worked hard on you for so many years. Grandpa is sorry for making you suffer."

Only two of them are still alive in the Seven Killing Sword lineage, and Chen Xin has never been able to forgive himself for what he did back then.

If I had followed him to the Star Dou Forest, this situation would not have happened.

Chenchuan also shook his head. The massacres over the years had allowed him to break through to the ninety-fifth level Titled Douluo, and even possess a hundred thousand year soul ring that ordinary people could not imagine.

Looking at the entire Douluo Continent, there is no one who can possess two hundred thousand year soul rings.

Ning Fengzhi immediately said: "Chuan'er, I have worked hard for you over the years. Tell your uncle what you want, and he will never refuse."

As an elder who watched Chenchuan grow up, Ning Fengzhi valued Chenchuan very much. Unfortunately, when the latter disappeared unexpectedly when he was six years old, he was heartbroken.