Douluo: Son of Chenxin, kill the god with one sword!

Chapter 142 The whole sect is furious!The Wuhun Palace is miserable!

The sky suddenly flashed, and the fierceness of the sword's intent sometimes shocked the world.Beside the Duanhai Sea, two demonic whales were fighting fiercely with them. Their vast soul power was like an abyss, and they were already trying their best to stay in it.

For a moment, apart from these two major battlefields, Ning Rongrong and the others who were under protection stood in the safest place.

All the ferocious soul power was blocked outside, and not even a single ripple could be stirred up within the circle.

Zi Yuan gently pulled Ning Rongrong's clothes and asked tentatively: "Rongrong, what should we do?"

The slightly drooped corners of his eyes could not hide his worry. At this moment, it seemed that more than a dozen titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace had already appeared.

As long as Chen Yuan is alive, they will definitely not be able to stop.

What's more, the legendary peerless Douluo also appeared.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath to calm down and looked away from watching the battle.

She knew that this kind of battle was definitely not something they could participate in.

But she would never be able to just sit idly by and ignore the situation.

What's more, the person fighting Wuhundian was still her brother.

"let's go!"

Ning Rongrong shook her head, threw away her thoughts and turned back to speak seriously to Zi Yuan.

"Where to go?" Zi Yuan was a little confused.

Before she could say another word, Ning Rongrong took her hand and started to fly with all her strength, in the direction of her destination.

It is the Qibao Glazed Sect!
Right now, there is only one choice!
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

There was almost no one in the main hall, except for Ning Fengzhi, who was sitting at the head, and Chen Xin Gu Rong, who was playing chess at the side table.

Ning Fengzhi squared the tea cup on the table and looked at the Qibao Glazed Sect's financial expenditure in recent days.

Gu Rong held the white piece in his hand, frowning and looking at the checkmate board in deep thought.

After pondering for a while, he went out, and the vacancy was immediately filled by Chen Xin.

Baizi, who had lost his energy, had already piled a thick pile.

"Ah! I remembered that my clothes were not cold yet-" Seeing that there was no hope of victory, Gu Rong immediately changed her expression and yawned to divert her attention.

Chen Xin didn't force him, he just looked at Gu Rong with a smile on his face.

The peaceful scene was suddenly interrupted, as a shout and a rapid banging sound were heard.

The crisp pacing sounds continued.

"Father! Grandpa Chen, Grandpa Gu!"

Ning Rongrong rushed into the hall anxiously, walked to the head of the hall panting, and took a deep breath to soothe his heaving chest.

Seeing Ning Rongrong so anxious, Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt bad, but he still calmed Ning Rongrong's emotions first.

He patted Ning Rongrong's back and asked, "Rongrong, what happened?"

"Shouldn't you be hunting rings with Chenyuan?"

"Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan him!" Ning Rongrong said quickly: "He is besieged by Wuhun Palace!"

"All the worshipers and Douluo from Wuhun Palace are in the Sunset Forest, and the Pope and Qian Daoliu are also there."

"If it weren't for my brother who held these people back, I'd probably be dead."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.

Ning Fengzhi's face darkened, and he was extremely angry: "The mighty Wuhun Palace is so shameless, leading young people to hunt for soul rings while he is out, thus trapping Yuan'er!"

"court death!"

After saying that, Ning Fengzhi immediately turned her head to look at Chen Xin Gu Rong, who was playing chess at the side.

Just now, the two titled Douluo were still looking very leisurely and laughing, but now they were standing at the door, and Gu Rong had already condensed a spatial vortex.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward at once and nodded: "Rongrong, lead the way." Seeing that Ning Fengzhi had made a move, Ning Rongrong followed without any delay. She did not dare to waste a moment. Who knows what will happen when this period of time passes. What will happen?

She only hoped that Chen Yuan would be okay.

In the whirlpool of space, everyone rushed straight to the Sunset Forest under Gu Douluo's haste.

Ning Fengzhi stared at the gradually changing scenery around him without saying a word. Although he was an auxiliary soul master, his aura was like that of Shura at this moment.

Wuhun Palace dared to act like this, and did not take the Qibao Glazed Sect into consideration at all.

Don’t these guys learn a lesson?

Isn't it just a matter of comparing who has more Titled Douluo? With so many Titled Douluo dead, who on the mainland can still have more Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? Besides, there are other imperial titles and titles of those who live in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect as elders.

Since Wuhundian is seeking his own death, there will be no room for him on this continent.

The Qibao Glazed Sect is here to fulfill their death wish!
Except for the rush of space whirlpools, the entire Qibao Glazed Sect outside was a grand scene.

Titled Douluo from various places, after receiving the news, all put down what they were doing and went straight to the Sunset Forest.

The purpose is to wipe out the Wuhun Palace in one fell swoop!
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"Your Highness the Pope, can we really defeat him?"

With the death of Snake Spear Douluo, this question appeared in the minds of other titles.

The combined power of the two terrifying demon whales was far beyond what they could resist. Only a dozen or so people were able to work together to survive.

As the Black Sea spread, their strength was running low. Their remaining soul power was struggling to support them, and there was no end in sight to their victory.

If they hadn't considered that this might anger Bibi Dong, they would have said it long ago.

The current situation did not allow them to continue to hesitate. They had to make a choice between supporting themselves to death or escaping to survive.

Bibi Dong didn't know how to answer for a while.

Not to fight, not to fight.

run now?
She looked up at the huge figure covering the dome in the sky, and her scalp felt numb.

If you run now, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape, right?

"Wait!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and said to the group of titled Douluo who were struggling to support her.

"Even if he dies, he has to wait until the battle over at the Great Enshrinement is over."

"As long as the battle between the great worshipper and Chenyuan continues, the final outcome is still unknown!"

"Hold on until the big sacrifice comes back, then the initiative will be in the hands of our Spirit Hall!"

She didn't believe this statement herself.

But now that she has reached this state, she has to believe it even if she doesn't believe it.

All the hopes of Wuhun Palace have been pinned on Qian Daoliu. Life or death depends on how their battle will end.

If Qian Daoliu wins, then Wuhun Palace will be able to leap over the dragon gate and reach the sky in one step!
Before that, the morale of the now disintegrated army must be gathered together to fight and support together.

Taking not being defeated as the final bottom line.

The elders of Wuhun Palace felt a little more at ease.

After all, Peerless Douluo is synonymous with invincibility. They have never heard of anything that could not be settled after Qian Daoliu took action.

The oncoming wave of soul power exploded again.

Bibi Dong, who had led everyone to resist successfully, just looked at the other side of the sea worriedly.

The sky shimmered with bursts of light faster and faster.

This means that the battle between the two is gradually escalating.

It will be a showdown soon!
(End of this chapter)