Chapter 183: Disappearance
Bone Douluo, who is possessed by a martial spirit, has most of his body turned into bones, with only a few places showing flesh and blood, including his chest.
But now, the flesh and blood on Bone Douluo's chest had become burnt, and there was a faint smell of barbecue in the air.
"Thor's Hammer! What a magical weapon!"
Bone Douluo used his white bone claws to hold Thor's Hammer, which exuded a bit of thunderous light, and the expression on his face looked quite labored.
On the side, Ning Fengzhi saw that Bone Douluo was holding on to Thor's Hammer and refused to let go. Although he understood that he wanted to keep this artifact, he still persuaded him:
"Uncle Gu, don't be brave. There will be rejection reactions to the artifact. Most of them have already recognized their owner, just like Rongrong's nine-color shawl."
"As long as we win the next competition, this artifact will be in our possession. There is no need to rush it."
Ning Fengzhi's words were reasonable, and Bone Douluo no longer insisted. He looked at Lin Rong and threw back the Thor's hammer in his hand, hoping that Lin Rong would also suffer a hidden loss.
It's just that he forgot that Ning Fengzhi just told him that Thor's Hammer had recognized its owner. In this case, he didn't need to guess, but he knew that the owner of Thor's Hammer was Lin Rong.
Now that he has recognized his master, the thunder on Thor's Hammer cannot hurt Lin Rong. Therefore, it is simply unrealistic for Bone Douluo to want Lin Rong to suffer a hidden loss on his own artifact.
This is exactly what happened. Thor's hammer stopped in the air when it was still one meter away from Lin Rong, and then turned into a stream of light and entered Lin Rong's body.
Regarding this, even though Ning Fengzhi had two inheritors of the gods, his daughter and son-in-law, he still couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart.
"Double divine inheritance, Duke Lin is truly gifted and blessed with amazing luck!"
He was clearly jealous, but there was no hint of jealousy in Ning Fengzhi's tone, which was rather a bit of a compliment.
Then, Ning Fengzhi continued:
"I accept the bet. If we lose, the Qibao Glazed Sect surrenders to you."
"But you lost, just one artifact is not enough."
"Because I have the inheritance of two gods, the God of Cookery and the Goddess of Nine Colors. You can only produce one artifact that contains the inheritance, and the betting money is not equal, so you need to produce two."
"Thor's hammer and the harp just now are two divine weapons. I wonder what Duke Lin wants?"
Regarding Ning Fengzhi's proposal, Lin Rong shook his head slightly and said:
"The two artifacts are fine, but the love under the moon is not included, it is the harp."
"I have promised the harp to someone else, but I can tell you the whereabouts of another artifact that contains the inheritance of the divine throne."
"Moreover, I guarantee that this artifact is within your reach."
The artifact that Lin Rong was talking about was, of course, the Ringless Set of Hatred that Tai Lung gave as a congratulatory gift.
Divine items are kept secret. If Lin Rong didn't tell them that this was a set of sacred items, then the Hateful Ringless Set would probably have been displayed in the warehouse of the Qibao Glazed Sect forever and gathering dust.
Therefore, taking this as a condition, Lin Rong has no psychological burden at all.
"The whereabouts of the other artifact?" Ning Fengzhi's tone was a little dull and numb. He had been shocked so many times today that he could no longer express the two emotions of excitement and surprise.
"Duke Lin, I will add one more condition at the end."
"If I win the bet, you need to tell me how you know so many gods and artifacts outside of the original conditions."
"Your request is indeed a bit too much, but no problem, I agree." Lin Rong agreed readily.
Anyway, as long as he wins this must-win gambling battle, he doesn't need to consider these failure conditions at all.
Afterwards, Lin Rong stood up from the chair and released his martial spirit.
The Nine-curved Vine Dragon that had been suppressed in his body for this period of time appeared behind him, and at the same time, seven soul rings emerged on his body one by one.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, an extraordinary combination of six black and one red soul rings appeared in front of everyone.
In the invisible silence, Lin Rong's slightly childish voice echoed in Ning Fengzhi's ears:
"Sect Leader Ning, it's not convenient to compete here. Let's fight somewhere else." While Lin Rong said this, all his soul power was transformed into divine power and injected into the second soul ring.
During the engagement banquet, he secretly planted the green leaf mark on Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar.
At this moment, as the second soul skill was activated, the green leaf marks on the five of them, as well as Lin Rong and the old housekeeper, were activated at the same time.
The life span of the second soul ring has been increased to ten thousand years, and the power of its soul skills is no longer the same as before.
Before anyone could react, the seven of them appeared in a dense forest.
The five people from Qibaoli Liuli Sect looked at the tall and thick trees around them in a daze, and quickly recognized where this place was.
"This is... Sunset Forest!"
Not far from them, the old housekeeper stood in front of a big tree, blocking their view.
Behind him, Lin Rong, who had exhausted his soul power, was leaning on a tree trunk, absorbing the life energy of the surrounding ancient trees to restore the empty soul power in his body.
In just a few seconds, Lin Rong recovered 20% of his soul power, and his face that looked a little pale due to the exhaustion of soul power returned to normal.
Lin Rong walked out from behind the old housekeeper, looked at Ning Fengzhi and the other five, and said in a arrogant tone:
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
"Sect Master Ning, how are you going to fight? Are you going to beat me up in a group? Or am I going to fight all of you individually?"
"It's up to you to choose, I don't have any objection."
After talking for a while, Lin Rong's soul power recovered a lot.
These arrogant words made Ning Fengzhi and his party focus on Lin Rong again. The seven soul rings on his body, six black and one red, were so dazzling that they deeply hurt the eyes of the five of them.
After a long while, Ning Fengzhi broke the silence and said word by word:
"Are you really only eleven years old?"
"Of course." Lin Rong took a few steps forward. His soul power had been fully restored when Ning Fengzhi and the others were silent.
"Didn't Sect Leader Ning still attend my full moon banquet?"
Looking at the ratio of six black and one red soul rings on Lin Rong's body, the words "eleven-year-old soul saint" kept echoing in Ning Fengzhi's mind.
He was finally willing to believe that there were indeed people in this world whose qualifications could allow the inheritance of gods to be passed on regardless of attribute matching.
The jealousy rising in my heart disappeared in front of this huge gap, and I sincerely complimented:
"No wonder you are able to bear the inheritance of two great gods. With such unparalleled talent, you deserve it."
After saying that, Ning Fengzhi looked at the old housekeeper behind Lin Rong, then looked at Lin Rong again and confirmed:
"Duke Lin, are you sure you are the only one in this gambling fight?"
Even after seeing Lin Rong's soul power and soul ring, Ning Fengzhi didn't think he would lose.
There were five people on their side. Although his daughter and son-in-law were not strong enough to intervene in this gambling fight, there were also two titled Douluo and him, the Soul Saint, on his side.
Uncle Jian is a ninety-sixth-level titled Douluo, and he is the master of attack with the Seven Killing Sword of Wuhun.
Uncle Bone is a ninety-fifth-level titled Douluo, the martial soul bone dragon master of defense and control.
His own seventy-ninth-level soul saint, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect of Martial Soul, can provide six huge attribute increases.
On the other hand, look at Lin Rong.
Even though Lin Rong's soul ring ratio is six black and one red, he is still just a soul saint, and his combat power is at the level of a first-time Titled Douluo.
It had only been a few years since the old butler broke through to the title of Douluo, and his strength was definitely not comparable to Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu.
The only variables are those two artifacts.
(End of chapter)