Over the vast soul beast forest, the air suddenly became stagnant.
Ning Liu and his group stopped flying.
Below is the endless green sea, towering ancient trees, roars of beasts one after another, but there is an inexplicable silence.
Bibi Dong's body was shrouded in luxurious papal robes, but the golden threads on the robes could not suppress the waves in her heart at this moment.
The faces of Ju Douluo and Yue Guan beside her were also full of solemnity at this moment.
The soul bone is attached to the outside.
And there are two.
Although the wind-sweeping wings behind Ning Rongrong are exquisite, judging from the aura, they are no longer ten thousand years old.
The aura emanating from the pair of Nine Nether Dragon Wings behind Ke Ningliu made both titled Douluo feel palpitations!
That is not like the power of the soul bone, but more like the embodiment of a... rule.
"My lord."
Xu Jiushi looked around, his brows knitted into a knot.
"Isn't this just an ordinary soul beast mountain range?"
"There are quite a lot of soul beasts, including ten thousand year soul beasts, but there's nothing special about them."
Ning Rongrong also nodded in agreement, with confusion written all over his face.
"Yes, senior brother."
"What god would leave his inheritance in a place where birds don't poop?"
She curled her lips, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.
"You just helped me hunt that 20,000-year-old scaled beast as my fifth spirit ring, and you hurriedly hurried, without taking a break, just to come here to blow in the wind?"
Said it was hunting, but in fact, under the pressure of a group of titled Douluo, the poor scaled beast didn't even think of struggling, so it was stunned, and he contributed his soul ring in humiliation.
However, Ning Rongrong felt that this soul beast deserved its death, and it could brag to other soul beasts about what a luxurious lineup it was sent away by.
Ning Liu did not look back and waved his hand gently, stopping everyone's discussion.
"That's right, it's right here."
"How can the methods left by the dignified gods be as simple as we think."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong nodded.
Indeed.
The reason why gods are gods is because what they do has long been beyond the understanding of mortals.
Isn’t the way in which I obtained the inheritance of Rakshasa God difficult to imagine?
Ning Liu raised his hand.
A simple picture scroll appeared in his palm.
It is neither animal skin nor paper. The material is unknown, but the moment it appears, it emits a faint light.
It is the picture of the ruins of the Nine-Colored Goddess.
The soul power in Ning Liuli flowed into the picture scroll like a trickle.
Hum——
The picture scroll suddenly burst out with bright light.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, indigo, purple, black and white.
The brilliance of nine colors soared into the sky, but was bound by an invisible force, forming a huge pillar of light that accurately enveloped Ning Liu and his party.
No more, no less, exactly nine people.
Ning Liu, Ning Rongrong, Xu Jiushi, Luo Li, Shi Han, Jin Bupo, Feng Wuhen, as well as Bibi Dong and Ju Douluo.
Subsequently, the surrounding space began to fluctuate.
The forest scene in front of me started to twist and fold like water into which stones were thrown.
"It seems that it is in another space, pay attention!"
Ning Liu gave a low drink.
Ju Douluo Yueguan saw the horror on his face.
"Is there... really?"
"Is this... space teleportation? Similar to the Killing City?"
Bibi Dong nodded.
Ju Douluo's body trembled.
This Ningliu...
This is an opportunity to become a god!
The next moment, the nine-colored light beam suddenly retracted inward.
Only a slight spatial aftermath was left on the spot, and the figures of the nine Ningliu people had completely disappeared.