Douluo: Don’t be a licker

(Starting today, the normal update status will resume, so everyone has been waiting for a long time.)

It's still comfortable and free in my own small world, and I live comfortably, and I don't need to worry about safety issues.

Hundreds of thousands of dead soldiers are stationed here, conducting devil training day and night.

And outsiders can't enter here without his permission.

Only those who can hold his token can enter privately.

There is no need to worry about the token being taken away.

The tokens have all entered the blood sacrifice, and only those who hold the token and perform the blood sacrifice can enter.

And you can't bring anyone with you, only one person can enter.

So far, there are only a few people who hold Linglong Small World tokens.

Lan Ling is one of them.

The leaders of Tianluo, Diwang, Shura, and Tianpu, that is, the four heavenly kings, each have a piece in their hands.

Under the four heavenly kings, there are twelve returning soul envoys, and each of them has a piece in their hand.

Zhuge Liang and Bai Qi each had a piece.

No matter where you go in the future, or a more advanced world, this exquisite small world will be your base camp.

Therefore, he thought about whether to set up an arsenal or something here.

With one hundred thousand dead soldiers, no matter what he wanted to do, he never lacked manpower.

And they can be completely trusted, without worrying about betrayal.

After leaving the Po Zhi Clan, Song Wuxin and Lan Ling entered the small world to rest at night, and did not come out until the next morning.

He didn't mobilize a hundred thousand dead soldiers to deal with Haotianzong.

Use a knife to kill a chicken!

He had already arranged for this action to destroy Haotianzong.

All forces in the world have already secretly gathered in the direction of Haotian Sect.

There is quite the momentum of the six sects besieging Guangmingding.

But for some reason, he received news last night that Wuhun Palace also sent a large number of troops.

There are a thousand people!

And they are all above the level of great soul master.

Among them, if Bibi Dong is included, there are a total of three Title Douluo.

Good guy!

This is the posture of intending to kill Haotianzong.

If you add the forces he has mobilized, as well as the internal support within the Haotian School, the internal support and the external cooperation...

Even if Tang San is reborn, no matter how bright the protagonist's halo is, it will be difficult to save Haotianzong this time.

For this operation, the four major single-attribute families, as well as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, sent people to participate.

Ning Fengzhi even took action personally.

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the 100 people in black clothes and masks behind him. They were all powerful soul masters or above.

He nodded secretly.

He waved his hand and ordered, "Let's go!"

In broad daylight, to go out in black clothes is really a bold talent.

This is due to the horror of the net of heaven and earth.

Erase all traces.

As the largest intelligence network in the world, it still has this ability.

The figures of a hundred people rose into the sky and quickly disappeared in the back mountain of Qibao Glazed Sect.

Ghost Douluo was in charge of the sect and did not participate in this operation.

Ning Fengzhi personally led the team, accompanied by Jian Douluo.

"Father, wait for me!"

Just when Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo were about to leave, an anxious voice suddenly came from behind.

"Rongrong, why are you here?"

Ning Rongrong held the hem of the skirt with both hands, one step at a time made two steps, and she was rushing forward.

He seemed to be in a hurry. He tripped over a branch and almost fell down.

"Slow down!"

Jian Douluo stepped forward to support her with a flicker.

He had always loved this little girl as if he were his own granddaughter, and he couldn't bear to see her suffer any injustice, let alone watch her fall.

"Grandpa Jian, I want to go with you!"

She raised her head with a stubborn look on her face.

Looking at her expression, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, remembering that when he was talking with his wife last night, someone was eavesdropping outside.

Because she knew her father would not agree, she simply went to Sword Douluo directly.

He even used his trump card, shaking Jian Douluo's arm, "Grandpa Jian, let me take you with me, okay..."

That soft and cute voice, that soft and cute expression, Sword Douluo's heart was softened instantly, and he almost couldn't find the east, west, north, and south.

He directly agreed: "Okay, okay..."

"Uncle Jian?"

Before Ning Fengzhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jian Douluo, "It's okay, I'm responsible for Rongrong's safety, nothing unexpected will happen."

"Uncle Jian, don't forget, what is the purpose of our trip, what will that person think if we bring Rong Rong?"

Mentioning "that person", Sword Douluo's pupils shrank subconsciously and his eyebrows jumped several times.

She rubbed Ning Rongrong's head dotingly, and said: "Rong Rong, be good, this trip is very dangerous, you stay at the sect obediently and wait for us to come back."

"No, no, I'm going with you!"

She shook the arm holding Sword Douluo again.

"Don't be rude and make trouble!" Ning Fengzhi finally showed his father's majesty, and his voice was stern, which shocked Ning Rongrong.

Sure enough, she no longer acted like a baby.

The little hands pinched the corners of the clothes tangledly, pinched the palms of the palms, and she raised her head again to look at her father, "You all say that he is very strong, I want to see for myself!"

Hearing this, Jian Douluo glanced at Ning Fengzhi, then lowered his head and said to Ning Rongrong:

"Rongrong, don't worry about the assessment on the second floor. It will be their loss if they don't recruit you.

This year's All-Continent Soul Master Elite Competition is about to begin, you should prepare well, and make your second floor regret it if you make a big splash in the competition. "

That's right, the Continental Soul Master Elite Competition is about to start again.

Although the demons invaded and the world war was imminent, this did not affect the progress of the soul master contest.

Moreover, this will be a good means to adjust the depressing atmosphere.

It will also be an opportunity to select and train talents, which can come in handy at critical moments.

Therefore, the Continental Soul Master Elite Competition, the preliminary round, is only three days away.

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, "I'm going!"

Ning Fengzhi was about to scold, but was interrupted by Sword Douluo raising his hand, "In this battle, masters from all forces gathered together, and the scene was so grand that it was rare to see it in a hundred years.

Since Rongrong is the only future heir of the sect, it would be good to take this opportunity to let her learn more.

As for that person, he probably wouldn't say anything after all. "

"Since Uncle Jian said so, you can follow, but remember not to run around when the time comes."

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue at her father, "I know!"

"Let's go too!"

Jian Douluo summoned the flying sword, and Ning Rongrong jumped on it, clutching a corner of his sleeves tightly with both hands.

During the flight, Sword Douluo suddenly came closer and asked Ning Fengzhi: "In fact, this operation only needs me to lead the team, so why do you have to go out personally?"

He wanted to ask this question early in the morning.

Ning Fengzhi used the cane in his hand to firmly catch a terrified nightingale that fell from the sky.

By borrowing the hand stick, Night Owl successfully used its strength and flew away with fluttering wings.