Douluo: What if I was reborn as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 637: The Strong One in the Abyss

The far north.

The ice dissipated and dark clouds covered the entire sky.

The originally extremely cold area was now filled with the smell of destruction and decay.

From time to time, there were roars similar to those of wild beasts.

"The voice of a soul beast?" Ning Rongrong, who had just been teleported from the Demon Whale Sea to the Far North and was planning to meet with the Snow Empress and apologize, was suddenly stunned.

What is the howling of ghosts and wolves?
Did I send it to the wrong place?
It shouldn’t be!

Ning Rongrong glanced around the area and frowned slightly.

"There is no mistake in the teleportation. This is the Far North."

However, there is no trace of the Far North anymore, and the entire Far North seems to have been reshaped all over again.

Although Ning Rongrong had not seen many abyss creatures, she had only seen the Abyss Saint King and the Abyss Mother.

But that smell of decay.

"Abyss?"

Sure enough, I broke my promise.

I originally thought I could come out of seclusion within two years, but I ended up staying in seclusion for two and a half years in order to stabilize my state of mind.

"I hope Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor are still alive!"

To be honest, considering the feelings that Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor had for the Far North, it might not be surprising that they died while defending the Far North.

Speaking of the Abyss...

There are one hundred and eight layers of the abyss and one hundred and eight Titled Douluo.

To be honest, this is not a plane that Douluo Continent can currently contend with.

Moreover, the Abyss Plane is only the Crimson Plane of the Crimson Mother, a plane projected with 40% of the plane power.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

"Human, if you dare to enter the Far North, you will die!"

Distorted space ripples appeared behind Ning Rongrong.

The creature that looked like a human had sickle-shaped hands. It chopped down fiercely with the sickle weapon in its hand, aiming for Ning Rongrong's life.

"Hehehe, do you think you are an elder of the Soul Palace?" Ning Rongrong seemed to have eyes on her back. She took a light step back and cleverly dodged the opponent's attack.

However, the next moment.

The sickle creature disappeared from Ning Rongrong's sight and reappeared behind her.

The speed was faster than before, and even a series of afterimages appeared, like an afterimage, surrounding Ning Rongrong in a circle, and then seizing the gap and slashing down with the sickle.

"Fancy."

The palm turns into a knife and sweeps lightly.

In an instant, the sickle creature felt a huge energy locking onto itself.

"Not good!" He quickly crossed the sickles on his arms to block it.

"boom"

Blood spurted out of the sickle creature's mouth, and through the sickle-like artifact, its entire body shook and flew backwards.

"The quasi-god-level abyss creature Scythe Emperor, or the original form. It seems that you have made a lot of preparations in the past two years! Has the Abyss Saint Lord come over?"

In the Legend of Dragon King, there are 108 layers of the abyss plane, the oldest are the 10 layers from the back to the front, and each layer has a quasi-god-level existence.

There are even some terrifying guys who have one foot halfway into the realm of God.

"Human, not only do you know me, you even know the Holy Lord!" The Scythe Emperor, who originally could only laugh, revealed an expression of disbelief on his human-like face.

"Of course, two and a half years ago, I and a being suppressed your Abyss Saint Lord who was out for a walk. I don't think Your Excellency the Saint Lord would be so forgetful!"

"Yes, it's you!" Scythe was shaking with anger, "Damn Douluo plane native, it turns out that it's you who caused us to lose so many resources."

The ancient black phoenix that was originally here was the mount of the Saint Lord of the Abyss. It was rumored to be an ancient mount comparable to the god-level. However, it seemed to have died two and a half years ago. It shouldn't have died so worthlessly.

At that time, the Holy Lord was so angry that he smashed all the pots and pans to pieces.

"Very good, very good!" The sickle emperor's face gradually distorted and a strange sound came out of his mouth.

"Shhhhh-"

Thousands of evil sickles that looked similar to the Scythe Emperor but more like beasts surrounded Ning Rongrong.

"Mastering the power of space, the fifth-level quasi-god of the 108th floor of the abyss, the Scythe Emperor."

"Come on, see if you can please me."

I just made a breakthrough and I'm looking for someone to practice with.

Quasi-god, just right.

"Okay, okay, human." The sickle emperor laughed in anger.
"You are the most arrogant Douluo native I have ever seen in the Douluo plane. Even the Ice God Snow Emperor who was severely injured by the Saint King dared not set foot in the Far North again. What virtue and ability do you have?"

The Saint Lord of the Abyss severely damaged the Snow Empress?

Ning Rongrong frowned.

I heard some not-so-good news, or rather very bad news.

Although he sensed several strong energy fluctuations, he did not feel the aura of the Saint Lord of the Abyss.

"There are only two possibilities. Either the opponent didn't come over." "Or the opponent's strength is too strong for her to sense."

Ning Rongrong preferred that the other party not come over, even if it was a first-level god, even the God of the Sea.

I can also sense the other party's traces. The third level is not comparable to the Douluo plane, or even the castrated version of the Abyss plane.

Speaking of which, in "Legend of Dragon King", it is quite difficult to cross from the Abyss Plane to the Douluo Plane.

In addition, we had to cross domains once two and a half years ago, which consumed astronomical amounts of resources. It is even more impossible now.

Maybe it's a projection!
Ning Rongrong thought so, but even if it was a projection, it would cost a huge price.

What's more, the projected power belongs to a first-level god.

Trouble!
"Douluo native, take it!" The sickle of the Scythe Emperor is comparable to a divine weapon. An ordinary Extreme Douluo would have no way to fight against it, coupled with the opponent's spatial ability, but the person he met was Ning Rongrong.

"You keep calling me a native. Are you people in the Abyss so uncultured?"

"This young master is naturally beautiful."

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"I'll kill you!"

A slight sword sound rang out, and the Glazed Holy Sword and Ning Rongrong's figure trembled slightly.

next moment.

Purple-red blood rain fell from the sky.

"No, it's impossible!"

The sickle emperor widened his eyes.

He looked at his men in disbelief as they fell from the sky like flowers scattered by fairies.

Thousands of evil sickles, they are his elite tribesmen, and not the weak ones.

It exploded instantly.

"You, what did you do?"

When he looked into Ning Rongrong's dark eyes, he trembled instinctively.

"That's not how you use space."

The sudden voice startled the Scythe Emperor, and he quickly turned his head to look behind him.

Ning Rongrong was standing behind him, the sword in her hand emitting a faint murderous light.

The Scythe Emperor shuddered, quickly distanced himself, and dodged by jumping through space.

However, no matter how he hid.

The moment he stopped, Ning Rongrong was standing behind him.

"Damn it! I am the Scythe Emperor of the fifth level of the Abyss."

"Asshole, let me show you my power."

The Scythe Emperor stopped dodging and swung the scythes with both arms, bursting out with quasi-god-level soul power.

However, his scythe suddenly stopped.

The Scythe Emperor widened his eyes and looked in disbelief at the Cross Slash, the ultimate move he performed with the twin sickles that were like divine weapons.

"One, one hand..." The Scythe Emperor was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly caught Ning Rongrong's changing eyes, and before he could react.

The body, which was originally larger than that of a human, was now covered with dense scars.

"The ability of space... space."

Before he could finish his words, dense spatial blades cut the Scythe Emperor into countless pieces.

"too weak."

Ning Rongrong loosened her hand, and the opponent's sickle was not cut into pieces.

"Maybe I can create something with this thing if I keep it. It should be useful to Senior Lou Gao!"

"Nine Treasures Glazed Tower, store it!"

The dazzling luster put the two sickles inside.

"stop!"

A terrifying roar came from the depths of the Far North. Ning Rongrong did not stop, and a dark void condensed under the shattered Lian Di, swallowing him directly.

"As expected of an abyss creature, it has plenty of time!" Ning Rongrong nodded.

Continuing to steal the opponent's time in this way should speed up Kurumi's training.

At this moment, the terrifying mental power locked onto Ning Rongrong.

"Oh, an abyssal creature from the Divine Realm?"

Ning Rongrong instantly got the other party's information. After reaching the third level of perfection, her memories of the past became much clearer. This is usually what is called enlightenment!

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?" A figure appeared in the sky. He was wearing a gorgeous golden robe and had an extremely handsome appearance. He looked completely human.

"I would have to be stupid to stop, but I'm not stupid." Ning Rongrong's eyes were calm. "I say, if you were in my position, would you stop?"

"Do unto others, do not impose on others."

"Don't you think this is true, Your Excellency the Spiritual Emperor of the Second Layer of the Abyss Plane?"

(End of this chapter)