Starting from Douluo to become a god against the sky

A strong explosion sounded again, and the black slaying words broke apart under the attack of the four Title Douluo.

Numerous fierce sword auras shot in all directions, and the ground and the surrounding broken walls were all riddled by the dense sword aura.

Chen Xin, Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi finally joined together.

"Old Bones, how are you?" Chen Xin shouted nervously.

Gu Rong spit out blood again and stood up tremblingly.

"Hey, my old bone is not that easy to die." Gu Rong's haggard face had a weird smile, but his face was pale.

The muscles on his body were shriveled, but the skeleton was unusually tall, with a height of 2.5 meters, and his whole body seemed to be made up of bones.

Jian Douluo breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his old brother, since he could laugh, it was not serious.

Yu Yuanzhen did not continue to attack. With a wave of his hand, the four titled Douluo and Dugu Bo surrounded the three of Ning Fengzhi.

The screams of terrifying fear still sounded.

"Sect Master, save me"

"Elder Sword, save me"

"Sect Master, I don't want to die."

Ning Fengzhi looked back at the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect. Now there are only a few hundred disciples who are still struggling to support them.

The low-strength ones died after a few breaths after being poisoned, and the rest were elite disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect. However, the poison had already attacked their hearts, their bodies had turned dark green, and they had no way to escape.

Just now, there were still alive lives, but now they have become cold corpses.

Seeing those disciples reaching out to him before they died, begging him to save, Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth silently, two lines of blood and tears streaming down.

As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, he watched the tragic death of two thousand disciples in front of him but was helpless.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi's heart was twisted like a knife, a big mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes closed, and his body fell soft.

"Fengzhi, Fengzhi." Chen Xin shouted anxiously, hugged Ning Fengzhi, and his soul power flew into Ning Fengzhi's body.

Ning Fengzhi woke up leisurely, lethargic.

He got rid of Chenxin's hand, knelt down with a plop, and knelt down in front of the two thousand disciples who had died.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was destroyed in my hands. I am a sinner through the ages. I am sorry to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and my ancestors!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice was hoarse, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his jet-black hair turned into snow white for a few breaths, and his whole body was instantly tens of years old.

Yu Yuanzhen was a little bit embarrassed, but also a little grateful. During the years he joined the Spirit Hall, he thoroughly understood the power of the Spirit Hall.

If he had been as stubborn as Ning Fengzhi back then, he would end up not much better than Qibao Liulizong.

"Fengzhi." Chen Xin and Gu Rong were heartbroken to see Ning Fengzhi doing this.

Chen Xin stretched out his hand to help Ning Fengzhi, Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, and then slammed his head three times at the tragic death of the two thousand disciples.

With blood oozing from his forehead, Ning Fengzhi finally stood up with Chen Xin's support.

The elegance, calmness, and gentleness of the past are no longer, and the whole person seems to have lost its vitality.

"Why?" He looked at Dugu Bo with a calm gaze, calm and full of silent shouts.

A complex color flashed on Dugu Bo's face, "I am a dying person. It was the Spirit Hall that gave me a second life and helped me increase my strength."

Ning Fengzhi turned his head and looked at Yu Yuanzhen, his voice was still calm, but everyone could hear the despair in the calm, "You won."

Yuyuan Zhen sighed, "Prosperity and destruction are only between one thought. If my original choice was the same as yours, the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect may have long ceased to exist. After joining the Martial Soul Palace for four years, my Sect acquired the Martial Soul There are already two more titled Douluos in the temple’s rewards. The number of spirit masters in the Spirit Hall has grown to hundreds of thousands, and no one can stop them anymore. The two empires cannot! Not even the seven sects!"

Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank sharply, shocked in his heart.

As far as he knew, there were only tens of thousands of soul masters in the Spirit Hall, how could it grow to hundreds of thousands?

"Elder Jade, you talk too much." A young voice sounded, and several Title Douluo stared.

Jiang Chen, who had recovered his appearance, walked up and stood beside Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Yuanzhen realized that he had leaked his words.

"His Royal Highness, forgive me!" He hurriedly bowed, with beads of sweat already coming out of his forehead.

Leaking the secrets of the Spirit Hall, if the Spirit Hall is held accountable, this responsibility is not something he can afford, nor is it something that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect can afford.

Jiang Chen looked at the three of Ning Fengzhi and said calmly: "If Elder Jade can kill these three, the secret will not be leaked out, not only without fault, but also with merit."

"His Royal Highness, don't worry, Ning Fengzhi will die today!" Yu Yuanzhen showed a cruel expression.

"Jiang Chen!" Ning Fengzhi stared at Jiang Chen with blood-red eyes, wishing to eat Jiang Chen's flesh and blood and let off his hatred.

Chapter 316

Jiang Chen sighed and said, "Why Sect Master Ning hates me? All this is your choice. If you choose to obey the Martial Soul Palace, you won't have today's ending."

"Why does Wuhun Temple want all the forces in the world to surrender?" Ning Fengzhi's words showed strong hatred.

Jiang Chen turned a blind eye to Ning Fengzhi's hatred, and smiled: "We can ignore those small sects, but you can guarantee that when the Wuhun Temple unifies the mainland, will you not make trouble?"

Ning Fengzhi vented his anger, "Why does the Wuhun Temple have to dominate the mainland? The war will surely dismantle the entire continent."

Jiang Chen glanced at Yu Yuanzhen's few people. These people just took the pill to restore their soul power, and they were recovering quickly at this time.

He didn't rush to do it, and a few words with Ning Fengzhi could just restore the four elders of Yu Yuanzhen to their peak.

Jiang Chen asked with a smile, "Sect Master Ning, then do you think that Wuhun Temple should not exist?"

"Such a frenzied force had better be extinct as soon as possible!" Ning Fengzhi's chest was violently ups and downs, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth again.

"Hehe, do you think the two empires are good? Under the rule of the two empires, the common people don’t even have the opportunity to awaken the spirit. It is our spirit hall that allows everyone in Douluo mainland to awaken the spirit. Everyone has a chance to become a strong man."

This time, Ning Fengzhi didn't speak any more, he couldn't refute it.

Jiang Chen continued: "Didn't you say that war will bring disaster? If there was no Wuhun Temple blocking between the two empires, the two empires would have already fought. The Wuhun Temple has made Douluo Continent peace for many years. Now I want to unify the mainland and make the Douluo mainland more prosperous and stable. Is this also wrong?"

Ning Fengzhi was speechless for a while. He said just now that he hated war, but would there be no war without Wuhun Palace?

Jiang Chen was right. The two empires had always been in the same situation. Without the suppression of Wuhun Palace, they would have been fighting.

And in many aspects, the Wuhun Palace did better than the two empires.

But this still couldn't stop Ning Fengzhi from disgusting Wuhun Hall.