Facing Ning Rongrong’s shocked gaze, Ning Liu looked calm and just nodded lightly.
He raised his hand and touched his forehead. It was smooth and clean, but he knew that the mark of the killing sword had been imprinted deep in his soul.
"What kind of god is it? Is it the Sword God?"
Ning Rongrong asked, her big eyes full of curiosity.
Ning Liu shook his head and spit out two words.
Her little face was immediately filled with proud pride. She hugged Ning Liu's arm and shook it, and hummed proudly: "As expected of my senior brother!"
…
At the same time, the distant world of gods.
In a sacred garden paved with nine-colored glazed glass and filled with exotic flowers and plants.
This is the divine domain of the Nine-Colored Goddess.
A woman dressed in nine-color neon clothes, with beautiful appearance and graceful temperament, is sitting leisurely at a jade table, tasting the exquisite pastries in front of her.
Suddenly, her hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Upon seeing this, he asked curiously: "What's the matter? What happened to make you confused? Is it that my new "Seven Skills Exquisite Crisps" are not to your liking?"
This person is the God of Food in the God Realm.
The Goddess of Nine Colors ignored his teasing. She put down her teacup and closed her eyes. Her spiritual thoughts instantly penetrated the endless space, descended to Douluo Continent, and landed on Ning Rongrong.
The next moment, she opened her eyes suddenly, her face full of unconcealable shock.
"How is it possible!"
The God of Cookery has also put away his joking expression. It is definitely not a small matter to make the Nine-Colored Goddess lose her composure.
What's wrong?
Jiucai Goddess took a deep breath and said with a bit of solemnity in her voice: "My inheritor, Rongrong, the companion beside her..."
"He has obtained the inheritance of God Shura!" Jiucai Goddess said one word at a time.
"Pfft——"
The piece of pastry that the God of Cookery had just stuffed into his mouth almost spat out. His eyes widened with disbelief on his face:
"Who? God Shura?"
"You are not mistaken! That one has been there for tens of thousands of years. There was no movement. The God of Killing who has been bathing in the river of his own blood and raising his sword all day long is actually looking for a successor?"
"I will never feel wrong."
The expression of the Jiucai Goddess is extremely serious, "That killing power is pure and domineering. Apart from him, there is no other person in the divine world."
"Furthermore, the inheritance mark has been condensed, which means that the assessment has officially begun."
The fat on the God of Cookery's face shook, and he didn't care about eating, and quickly explored his spiritual mind.
The gaze of the gods can easily penetrate into the origin.
From the perspective of his spiritual mind, in the sky above Liulitian Square, several completely different sacred auras were entangled together, distinct, but coexisting strangely.
The source of a domineering bloody murderous aura pointed directly at Ningliu, which was the power of Shura.
An evil and mysterious purple resentment is hidden in the body of a woman not far away. It is the breath of the Rakshasa God.
A wisp of elegant and pure golden chrysanthemum aura clings to a man with a slightly feminine temperament.
Finally, there is a nine-color divine light that has the same origin as the Nine-Color Goddess, emanating from Ning Rongrong's body, holy and noble.
The God of Cookery's mind swept over him in a hurry, and when he took it back, he was completely stunned.
He counted on his fingers: "God Shura, God Rakshasa, and one... chrysanthemum? Is this the god of chrysanthemums?"
"Good fellow, we have gathered four successors of the gods at once? And one of them is at the level of a god king?"
The God of Cookery was not calm at all. He looked at the Nine-Colored Goddess, and both of them saw deep shock in each other's eyes.
"What on earth is going on? When did the inheritance of gods become so worthless? Appearing like cabbages?"
No."
The Nine-Color Goddess shook her head, her expression more serious than ever before,
"On the contrary, this shows that... something big is about to happen."
The inheritance of the gods is related to the stability and continuity of the divine world, and is no child's play.
There is only one explanation for such dense occurrences at the same time and in the same place -
This may be a layout made by the God Realm in advance in response to some kind of upcoming huge change.
When the God of Cookery heard this, the smile on his face completely disappeared, replaced by a look of silence.
He was silent for a long time, and suddenly let out a long sigh.
"Alas, all the good seeds have been snatched away by you thugs. As the God of Cookery, I am almost worried to death. Why is it so difficult to find a successor who is talented and truly loves cooking?" As he said this, he picked up another piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth angrily, as if chewing on his own troubles.
Looking at his appearance, the Goddess of Nine Colors was moved in her heart, and suddenly said:
"Haven't you been unable to find a suitable candidate?"
"Yes, what's the matter?" The God of Cookery responded vaguely.
「你看，」九彩神女的目光再次投向下方，落在了宁流的身上，
「那个叫宁流的少年，似乎是所有人的核心。」
"How arrogant the Shura God is, and how evil the Rakshasa God is, they can all gather around him, which shows that this boy's luck is so strong that it is absolutely extraordinary."
The Goddess of Nine Colors smiled slightly and made a suggestion that even the God of Cookery was stunned.
"If you are really serious, why don't you join in the fun? Asking him to search for you may be more effective than wandering around the continent like a headless fly for thousands of years."