Something is not right about Chapter 234 (first update, please subscribe!)
Hu Liena made up her mind.
In Dugu Mansion, the three women are urging each other to move forward.
Not only practice, but also study.
Duguyan wants to learn the family's poisonous skills inheritance, and Ye Lingling wants to inherit the family's medicine inheritance.
She has a big mission, trying to find a way to use those ambrosia.
It’s not suitable, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be eaten.
It would be a pity to leave it dry there.
Zhu Zhuqing does not have this knowledge inheritance, but she and Fang Ling have martial soul fusion skills.
Currently, I am mainly focusing on studying combat power, studying the acquisition of soul rings in detail, and finding ways to improve the degree of fusion.
All three girls work hard.
Because once Fang Ling comes out, his cultivation level will definitely improve greatly, and he will also have a rare field.
They don't want to be left far behind and become nothing but a vase in the end.
In the Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Rongrong was still practicing hard even if there was no one to supervise her. At the same time, she was participating in the management of the sect with her father.
At Shrek Academy, Ma Hongjun became a soul sect, but the evil fire was not resolved, but intensified. With each attack, he went back and forth more frequently.
Oscar practiced slowly, but he also became a soul sect.
But without a goal, he was a little lost. Most of the time, he relied on his handsome face to fool around in the academy.
Bibi Dong once again proposed the soul hunting operation, hoping to help Gangzi eliminate the family that had humiliated him, and also destroy the Qibao Glazed Sect to lay the foundation for unification.
However, it has not passed in the past, and it will not pass this time.
The aftermath of the soul bone loss was still there, and it was impossible for the elders to blame Hu Liena and the college team who had already fought with all their strength.
This is the future of Wuhun Palace, and no one wants to obtain soul bones more than them.
The main responsibility lies in Bibi Dong, who failed to directly reward soul bones and changed them into championship rewards!
The elders were more confident, and with the help of this momentum, they listed many evidences to reject Bibi Dong's horrifying thoughts.
Qian Renxue pretended to be the prince of Tiandou and worked hard all day long to deal with political affairs, but she still worked hard to practice every night.
It used to be just for practice, but now it has a new driving force.
We can't let Fang Ling catch up from behind.
This idea was deeply imprinted in her mind.
In the Star Luo Empire, Dai Mubai was raised as a prince.
One year has passed, and now it has some of the domineering power that the White Tiger Spirit should have.
Even when I have free time, I can't help but think back to that day.
It was humiliating to be defeated by Fang Ling with one blow, to have his fiancée snatched away from him, and even to have to respectfully come to him later and break off the engagement with his own hands.
If the struggle fails, if his cultivation is abolished and imprisoned, then he can only accept it.
But now that he was lucky enough to become the crown prince of the Star Luo Empire, the once dead heart began to stir again.
This is a shame for the future emperor, and Fang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing must wash away it with their blood!
Of course, he is much calmer now and knows not to rush.
One year after the competition, the world seems to have calmed down.
……
Time is passing slowly.
In the city of killing, under the influence of spatial perception, Fang Ling pretended to be forced, but in fact he walked into a dead end deliberately. At this time, it was already filled with half-mutilated corpses.
From young people in their twenties to old people in their late teens, from young soul masters in their thirties and forties to mid-to-high-level soul masters in their sixties or seventies, from strong and powerful men to charming and voluptuous women. ……
Regardless of cultivation level, age, or gender, all those who dared to attack have been killed by Fang Ling, who was filled with murderous intent.
There was blood smeared everywhere on the floor and walls.
The most is blood, but it is not just blood.
White pulp flowed out of the shattered skull, and the term "liver and brain smeared to the ground" gained a new meaning. It’s really a mess!
After a moment of silence.
A man covered in blood, his head soaked in blood, and in a trance stood at the top of the pile of corpses.
It was Fang Ling, who won the final victory in the siege.
He stepped on the unwilling head of the charming woman among the corpses and staggered out.
The soul power in his body was weak, his aura was very weak, and he seemed to be extremely weak.
Because this weakness gave people confidence, many onlookers suddenly rushed over.
Their eyes were full of fanaticism, and their bodies were radiating powerful soul power fluctuations. They wanted to block Fang Ling in a dead end and kill him to obtain his soul bones.
Seeing more people coming, Fang Ling lost his previous momentum, swayed, and barely waved the sickle.
Under the gaze of the black gauze girl, he struggled to yell: "Kill!"
The voice was weak and completely lifeless.
The woman in black gauze looked at this scene with great regret.
His combat power is so strong that he can defeat one against a hundred when he first arrived in the killing city. He is truly worthy of being the number one genius in the mainland, a peerless genius who became the Soul Emperor at the age of sixteen.
The only pity is that he was too reckless and would die.
While shouting, the battle started again.
After stepping on half a warm corpse for a long time, Fang Ling stood panting and leaning against the wall, his face pale and bloodless.
He once again achieved this wave of victory.
Although he was not injured, he seemed to have paid a particularly heavy price. His arms were shaking and he could no longer hold his martial spirit.
My legs were shaking, and it seemed like I couldn't stand without relying on the wall.
Seeing this, more people were tempted by the soul bones. Under the influence of the strong smell of blood, their brains lost their minds and rushed forward to pick up the leaks.
On the sidelines, a fat and thin group who was very cautious and motivated to be a yellow bird was also eager to give it a try.
They took Fang Ling's condition seriously.
After two waves of siege, this unparalleled genius has dimmed his eyesight and has almost no fighting power.
Seeing the continuous flow of people surrounding him, who seemed a little desperate, Fang Ling could only grit his teeth and squeeze out the strength from his bone marrow before reluctantly standing up and starting to fight.
"Brother, if you don't come forward, the soul bones will no longer belong to us!"
The fat man was drinking a glass of Bloody Mary. Although his voice was honest, his eyes were still blood red, which made him feel really scary.
He saw that the third wave of siege had begun and urged them quickly.
The thin man's murderous intention was also rising sharply, and his heart became more and more thirsty for the soul bone. He activated his martial spirit and wanted to immediately go forward for the final fight, but he always felt that something was a bit inconsistent.
Forcibly suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, he pressed his hand and signaled the fat man to quiet down.
"No, look again, I think there is something wrong."
"What's the problem with this? I can't see it!" the fat man asked in confusion.
They were all besieged by more than 200 and close to 300 people, and they could still turn the world upside down.
"That's not how you see it."
The thin man shook his head and calmed down. He finally found some clues in the siege, and his face twitched for a moment:
"Even if he is a genius, how can he withstand the siege of hundreds of powerful soul masters!"
"What's the problem? Not being injured is the biggest problem!"
"I think they just like killing and are waiting for us to come to their door!"
When Fang Ling heard this, he took some time out of his busy schedule to take a look. His dim eyes made the thin man tremble with fear.
In a difficult battle, your senses are still so sensitive?
The thin man felt bitter in his heart and gave the fat man a tug: "Let's go, we can't stay in this land of right and wrong for long!"
They ran away, and the woman in black gauze was still feeling regretful, and a faint doubt arose in her heart.
It seems, like, something is not right?
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