r 310 Six Years Later
Sword Douluo patted Gu Rong's shoulder with his right hand and sighed softly: "Old Bones, just do what the sect leader said."
"Bitch, how come you...ah!" Gu Rong sighed with reluctance and helplessness, and had no choice but to obey.
Soon, there was a burst of women's cries and babies' cries.
Ning Rongrong was carried out by the servant.
On this day, no one knew what happened in the Qibao Glazed Sect. They only saw this scene in the Qibao Glazed Sect.
Fifty brides, crying and shouting, got on the sedan chair of Wuhun Hall, and many of them still had the charm of being wives and mothers.
All of them are possessors of the Qibao Glazed Pagoda martial spirit.
In order to keep the sect, he sacrificed himself unwillingly or willingly, abandoned his relatives, and joined the Wuhun Palace.
Ning Fengzhi stood at the door of Qibao Hall, her heart bleeds as she watched Bibi Dong hug her daughter and leave with the mighty wedding procession of Wuhun Hall. He clenched his fists tightly, letting his nails dig into his flesh, but he didn't even know it.
At this moment, the physical pain is no longer important.
It's more of a spiritual aspect.
He was suffering mentally.
It is unimaginable that he, who was once hailed as the most influential sect leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect in a century, would now put the sect in this situation.
You need to give away your seven aunts, eight aunts, cousins, and even nieces who are eighteen or nineteen years old in order to keep the sect.
What humiliated him the most was the daughter he used to make friends with the Soul Master Guild and worship the Moon God as his teacher.
Actually reduced to the level of quality.
Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi's eye circles turned slightly red. Seeing the Wuhun Palace team walking away, he couldn't suppress the grief in his heart and shouted: "What a shame, what a shame. What a shame. I have never lost such an adult since I was a child." , I am ashamed of the Martial Soul Hall of the ancestors of Qibao Glazed Sect, and I, Ning Fengzhi, are at odds with you."
Ning Fengzhi shouted the last sentence almost at the top of his lungs.
In the Qibao Hall, only Sword Bone Douluo, Mo Crow Bai Feng, and Marshal Ge Long of the Tian Dou Empire were left.
Looking at Ning Fengzhi's lonely back at the entrance of the hall, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn.
"Fengzhi, you, oh, it's all my fault. If I hadn't been carried away by anger at that time, I wouldn't have." Gu Rong walked to Ning Fengzhi and sighed softly, with a face filled with self-blame.
"Don't say that to Uncle Gu. This time, his Spirit Hall is here just for our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Even if you don't kill Yin Zhui, they will come to trouble my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect for other reasons. On the other hand, , you killed well, causing Wuhun Palace to lose a titled Douluo."
Ning Fengzhi wiped away her tears, quickly calmed down her grief, and turned around to comfort Gu Rong.
"Sect Master." When Gu Rong heard this, a warm current flowed through his heart, and he immediately knelt down in front of him and cried bitterly.
Ning Fengzhi hurriedly helped him up, and then said with a wry smile to Mo Ya, Bai Feng and Ge Long: "President Mo Ya, President Bai Feng, and Marshal Ge Long made you laugh. Thank you very much this time. If you weren't here, I'm afraid I would Our Qibao Glazed Sect will also end up with the same fate as the Haotian Sect."
"Whatever Sect Master Ning said, we are all allies and should help each other," Mo Ya said.
"President Mo Ya is right. No matter how powerful his Spirit Hall is, can he still be able to defeat the million-strong army of our Tiandou Empire?" Ge Long patted his chest. This time, in order to understand the siege of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, , under the instruction of Emperor Xueye, he brought an army of fifty thousand.
The Soul Master Guild dispatched two titled Douluo, Mo Ya and Bai Feng.
Ning Fengzhi smiled and said nothing, and then heard Bai Feng say: "But I am very curious, Sect Master Ning, you know clearly that Wuhun Palace cannot go to war with Qibao Glazed Sect, why did you agree to Wuhun Palace's outrageous conditions?"
"Because Bibi Dong just sent me a message saying that if I bargain with her, Wuhun Palace will send six peak Douluo tonight to attack our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect at night." Ning Fengzhi said through gritted teeth.
As soon as these words came out, the hall became quiet again, and a strange atmosphere quietly filled the air. Even Marshal Ge Long, who was originally full of confidence and arrogance, instantly changed his expression.
He asked with some uncertainty: "Is Wuhun Palace really that strong?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded heavily, "Except for the Pope himself, there are eight known worshipers in the Wuhun Palace. They are all peak Douluo cultivation levels above level ninety-six. Among them, the highest cultivation level of the Grand Priest Qiandaoliu even reaches Level ninety-nine."
"Not exactly nine." Sword Douluo added.
As soon as these words came out, they attracted the attention of everyone present. Sword Douluo continued: "Bibi Dong has also reached that level, and her cultivation level is even higher than mine. She has reached at least level ninety-seven."
When Ge Long and Gu Rong heard this, their hearts felt numb.
Damn, how can I fight this? In front of nine peak Douluo, it seems that even a million-strong army is not enough.
Mo Ya and Bai Feng secretly despised him in their hearts. Nine peak Douluo are nothing. If you really know the strength of that adult, he will scare you to death.
Six years later.
"Blue silver grass, full of innate soul power."
An excited and excited voice reached Tang San's ears, and Tang San was stunned!
I.
Didn't I get caught up in the turbulence of time and space while searching for Xiao Wu after I died in love? Why are you here?
He looked at the Bluesilver Grass in his hand, and then looked at the person who awakened his martial spirit for him!
Deacon of Wuhun Hall in Notting City, Su Yuntao
Immediately, the memories of the past life and the past six years flooded into my mind like a tide.
"Ah, my head hurts so much." Tang San subconsciously put away his martial spirit and covered his head in pain.
It turns out that he was reborn.
And he was reborn into himself.
But it seems that hundreds of millions of accidents happened, and during the rebirth process, most of the memories after becoming a god were lost.
Moreover, his spiritual consciousness was still in a deep sleep. It was not until he awakened his martial spirit that his spiritual consciousness was completely integrated with his body. Restore memory.
After the pain, there is ecstasy.
Because, it's all worth it.
He didn't forget Xiao Wu, he didn't forget Tang Clan's secret skill, he didn't forget Luan Cloak, he didn't forget Haotian's Nine Secret Skills, he didn't forget the explosive ring.
He also retained all the battle memories from his previous life before ascending to the God Realm, returning to the first moment when he first met Xiao Wu.
Have a chance to do it again.
Xiao Wu, wait for me, you three, I will come to you soon.
In this life, the three giegies will not make the same mistakes again.
I won't let you get hurt again.
Whether it's the Spirit Hall or the God of Destruction, if anyone dares to hurt you, none of the three giegies will let him go.
Su Yuntao looked at Tang San, who was in pain and going crazy, crying, and laughing. He thought it was because his awakened martial spirit was unsatisfactory, so he put away his martial spirit, squatted down and stroked his head gently. He comforted her with a soft tone: "Kid, are you okay? Normally, the quality of a martial spirit is linked to the innate soul power. Your Blue Silver Grass has full innate soul power, and it is not a useless martial soul."