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

"Burning martial soul, hehehe, Baihe, Baihe, in the face of absolute strength, you, an eighty-two-level Soul Douluo, will undoubtedly not attack the stone with an egg."

Chenchuan snorted disdainfully and waved his right hand again. Blood thunder fell from the sky and crashed into all the disciples of the Min clan.

At this point, all the Minzhi clan, except Bai He, died!

On the ground, blood flowed into rivers, exuding a pungent smell of blood.

Bai He stared blankly at everything in front of him, then suddenly laughed wildly. The laughter was filled with endless sorrow, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Chenchuan, you are a Titled Douluo, but you are so decisive in killing. Even if you die, I will inform the world of what you have done, and make your soul fly away!"

White Crane roared angrily, and while his hands danced rapidly, the eight soul rings on his body exploded instantly, and countless birds and beasts gathered from all directions. Unfortunately, in front of Chenchuan, this opportunistic skill was nothing more than a fly shaking a tree.

With a slight movement of his finger, thunder fell from the sky, annihilating all the birds and beasts in an instant, leaving only the blood mist in the sky, and crashed to the ground.

"Okay, now that the teasing is over, you can go and accompany Tai Tan and Niu Gao."

"It's really you!"

Bai He suddenly raised his head and said fiercely: "You are the one who did both the Strength Clan and the Yu Clan, right?"

"That's right, even when a person is about to die, his words are good. I will let you know clearly that Tai Tai and Niu Gao were both killed by me. And after you die, I will personally destroy the Po clan, so that Your four single-attribute clans are reunited in the underworld."

As he spoke, Chenchuan raised his right hand and flashed a blood-red beam of light on his fingertips. The soul power in his body surged and condensed on his fingertips.

The beam of light in Chenchuan's hand gradually expanded, flicked out, and landed on the center of Bai He's eyebrows. A fierce hero died!

Seeing the lifeless Senzhi clan, Chenchuan turned around indifferently, completely destroyed the place, and then disappeared, leaving only the innocent souls and the smell of blood filling the air.

At this point, of the four single-attribute clans, only the Po clan is left.

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one year later.

Tiandou Empire, within the Qibao Glazed Sect.

Ning Rongrong, who was wearing a pink coat and pink trousers, with long hair hanging down to her hips, had also grown up.

Her beauty is round and soft, and her whole body exudes special nobility, just like her Wuhun Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Ning Rongrong looked at Xiao Wu who was sitting on the ground practicing, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Xiao Wu, you should have reached the Soul Emperor realm now."

Xiao Wu slowly opened her eyes, her jewel-like eyes flashing with a special brilliance, and replied softly: "It is already level 53, and there is still a long way to go before the Soul Emperor."

Two years passed so quickly. Under the supervision of Ken Dao Chen Xin, although Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong would go to the empire to play, they would come back after dark.

Sword Douluo was sitting on a chair not far away, watching Rongrong and Xiao Wu practice. There were more wrinkles on his old face than before.

He is already over eighty years old, but his cultivation level is still at level ninety-seven. Breaking through level ninety-eight is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

In addition, he missed his grandson day and night, and Kendo Chenxin also had many wrinkles on his face.

"Old guy, do you miss Chuan'er again?"

Gu Rong appeared here out of thin air. Looking at the dull-eyed Sword Douluo, he walked over slowly, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Chuan'er's strength is there. Now two years have passed. , I must be about to break through the ninety-eighth level."

Sword Douluo sighed: "How could I not be worried? He is my grandson. If something happens, how can I have the face to meet the ancestors of the Chen family?"

Chen Chuan's talent is the strongest in the Chen family, and he is also the most promising being to become a god, so Chen Xin also cares about his grandson very much. If something unexpected happens, he will be ashamed of his ancestors.

Gu Rong sighed. In fact, he was also worried about Chenchuan's safety, but thinking that Chuan'er could even defeat that guy Tang Hao gave him some confidence.

Unknowingly, in the past two years, Qibao Liuli was as calm as before. In addition to practicing every day, Ning Fengzhi spent most of the time discussing the current situation with the Tiandou Empire royal family.

Ning Rongrong walked forward slowly and said, "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Bone, why are you looking so sad?"

Gu Rong rubbed Ning Rongrong's head and said gently: "I'm not worried about your brother Chenchuan, and the mainland is obviously not peaceful anymore."

In the recent period, Wuhun Palace has been frantically recruiting free soul masters to join Wuhun Palace, and announced that anyone can join Wuhun Palace, and the annual tribute will be a lump sum of reward.

Naturally, it has successfully recruited countless powerful people to join, so the strength of Wuhun Palace has successfully crushed the other two empires. Therefore, the Tiandou Empire is also secretly adjusting, trying to see what Wuhun Palace wants to do.

Ning Rongrong pouted. They had a great time without Chenchuan. They really hoped that this guy would never come back.

Sword Douluo seemed to have guessed what the other party was thinking, and said calmly: "Rong Rong, as the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the future sect master, you must understand that if your Grandpa Bones and I grow old, the sect will need A titled Douluo is stationed."

"Otherwise, the Qibao Glazed Sect will inevitably be destroyed in the future."

Sword Douluo continued: "Chuan'er is the youngest titled Douluo today. With him here, nothing will happen to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

But if he falls, then the world will be in real chaos. "

Ning Rongrong bit her lips lightly and nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

Sword Douluo showed a long-lost smile, gently hugged Ning Rongrong's delicate body, stroked her long hair, and said: "You have to keep it in your heart. You also have to know the rules of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Besides, the current Under such circumstances, our sect needs a more powerful titled Douluo."

"I understand, grandpa, Rongrong understands."

Ning Rongrong nodded, hugging Jian Douluo's body tightly, and said in a soft voice: "Grandpa Jian, we haven't gone out to play for a long time. Why don't you and Grandpa Bones accompany me to the Imperial Capital?"

"No, there must be a titled Douluo left in the sect. This is the rule."

Sword Douluo refused without hesitation. This matter was related to the safety of the sect, so it was impossible for him and Gu Rong to leave together.

Ning Rongrong lowered his head in disappointment.

However, Gu Rong came over and said with a smile: "Let grandpa accompany you. This old guy Chen Xin went out not long ago, and this time, it's my turn too."

"Go aside!" Sword Douluo cursed, "You're still out of breath even after I said a few words. I'll go with you, just in time to take a look at the situation over there with Feng Zhi."

Gu Rong rolled up his sleeves unhappily, "Old guy, it was clearly you who said it just now. Why, do you still want to fight?!"

"Afraid of you?!"

The two men immediately stared with copper bell-like eyes, and their soul power also surged.

Ning Rongrong shook her head helplessly. The two grandfathers had been fighting for their whole lives, so why hadn't they beaten enough?

"Hehehe, I saw Grandpa and Grandpa Bone competing as soon as I came back."

As a familiar voice sounded, the two titled Douluo who had been together all their lives suddenly turned around and looked at the figure coming through the air, and immediately showed a look of deep longing.

"Chuan'er!"

The two said almost in unison.

Chenchuan, who was dressed in a blood-red robe, walked slowly towards the ground. Every time where his footsteps fell, ripples would ripple in the void. The ripples dissipated, but the figure had already appeared a hundred meters away. Mysterious.

After several steps like this, in just a moment, the figure flashed in front of Ken Dao Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

Chenchuan raised his hands and saluted: "Grandpa, Grandpa Bone."

Sword Douluo walked forward quickly and said with a hearty smile: "You brat, grandpa knew you couldn't die so easily. Hahaha, you are finally back."

Gu Rong also walked over, looked up and down at Chenchuan in front of him, and asked: "Chuan'er, is your soul power still level ninety-seven?"

Chenchuan nodded. The experience points gained from killing in the past few years have been used by Chenchuan to improve his martial spirit. Now the Seven Killing Sword has completely transformed into a god-level martial spirit. The Seven Killing Demon Sword is more powerful than the original one. Even more terrifying.

Otherwise, the powerful men he has killed in the past two years would be enough for him to break through to the realm of level ninety-eight titled Douluo.

Chenchuan glanced at Ning Rongrong, his eyes once again resting on Xiao Wu who was full of surprise, and said calmly: "Why, are you surprised that I can come back?"

Xiao Wu immediately ran over, bowed her hands and said, "I've met senior."

Chenchuan just nodded, not paying too much attention to the other party's flattery. He turned around, looked at the two titled Douluo in front of him again, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Grandpa Bone, since your hands are so itchy, why not , how about a discussion between my grandson and you two elders?"

"Oh?"

Sword Douluo and Gu Rong looked at each other, then laughed and said, "You brat, you actually want to challenge me and your Grandpa Gu. You have the guts. Well, when Feng Zhi comes back, we can have a good spar."

"Where did he go?"

Chenchuan asked curiously.

"I went to the Tiandou Empire to discuss the situation of the soul master. You just happened to be back, so I went to take a look. Maybe I need your help in this matter."

Hearing this, Chenchuan nodded. He happened to be going to the Imperial Capital to ask about Qian Renxue's soul hunting operation.

No one can guarantee whether the other party will proceed in advance, so it is best to get some useful clues from her mouth.

"Okay then, I'll go to the Tiandou Empire, and when I come back, I'll compete with the two grandpas."

Chenchuan smiled, turned around and disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a special bloody smell in the air.

"In the past two years, Chuan'er has been...killing constantly." Gu Rong sighed.

They were both titled Douluo, and they also felt how terrifying the aura emanating from Chen Chuan was.