The night wind stopped at this moment.
In the sky above Soto City, the auras of soul power released by the dozen titled Douluo were like rounds of terrifying suns hanging in the sky, rendering the entire night sky magnificent and deadly.
That mixed majestic pressure made countless soul masters below breathless, and even their souls trembled.
Qian Daoliu's face completely darkened, and in his golden eyes, the sacred flame danced violently.
He stared hard at Ning Liu and the group of titled Douluo behind him like stars over the moon.
A Tang Chen, a level 98 Xu Jiushi, and the traitor Yue Guan? How come he has level 99 soul power?
Furthermore, does he also have the aura of divine inheritance?
How did this bastard do this behind Wuhundian’s back?
Coupled with a dozen titled Douluo, this power was enough to make him feel helpless.
But it is not enough for him to retreat now.
He is Qian Daoliu, a great worshiper of the angel god, a peerless Douluo of the ninety-ninth level.
No matter how you say it, it still represents the dignity of the God of Angels and Wuhun Palace.
However, at the next moment, two completely different but equally powerful auras soared into the sky from the other two directions.
"Haha, the Liuli Tian Auction is such a grand event, how can I, the Seven Treasures Liuli Sect, not come to support it?"
A gentle and elegant voice sounded, and then, a dazzling nine-story pagoda rose into the sky not far away. That pagoda is made of colored glaze and is radiating with precious light. It is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Ning Fengzhi was dressed in white, elegant and graceful, and came from the void.
Behind him were Sword Douluo Chenxin, who had a stern face and a body as straight as a sword, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, who was tall and had a calm aura.
After the two people took off into the air, they also released their own martial souls and soul rings.
Behind Chen Xin, the phantom of the Seven Killing Sword was sharp and sharp, and the sword energy stirred up and down, causing the situation to change color.
Bone Douluo's bone dragon martial spirit is entrenched behind him, the dragon's power is spreading, and the nine spirit rings are also top-notch configurations.
On the ground, the old Marquis of Xingluo's eyes were not about to fall out. He was numb all over. His mouth was opened wide enough to fit an egg in, and he muttered to himself:
"Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is here too... What... what is this going to do..." High in the air, Qian Daoliu's eyes did not look at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo for the first time, but locked firmly on Ning Fengzhi.
His pupils shrank again.
"Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda...you...you evolved your martial soul and broke through Contra?!"
There was finally a trace of trembling that could not be concealed in Qian Daoliu's voice.
The restrictions of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda are recognized as iron rules in the soul master world! Ning Fengzhi has been stuck at level seventy-nine for the rest of his life. This is the consensus of everyone.
But now, not only did he see the legendary ninth level, he also felt more clearly that Ning Fengzhi's soul power had firmly entered a higher level!
This breaks common sense and subverts cognition!
Ning Fengzhi gave Qian Daoliu a distant salute, his smile still gentle, but with a bit of alienation:
"It was just a fluke, thanks to Sect Master Ning of Liulitian."
His words once again pointed the finger, or in other words, all the credit and mystery at the young man in white.
Qian Daoliu's heart twitched hard.
Before he could recover from the shock of Ning Fengzhi's breakthrough, his eyes glanced at Sword Dou Luo Chenxin next to him, and his heart beat wildly again.
Level ninety-seven!
This junior actually made a breakthrough! Entered the threshold of level ninety-seven!
But this was not what frightened him the most.
What made him feel the chill the most was that he also caught a trace of... God's aura in Chen Xin's body and in that sharp sword intent!
Although the aura was weak and far less pure than the angelic power in him, it carried a law of going forward and cutting off everything. That is the inherited aura belonging to a powerful god!
A ninety-seventh level Sword Douluo who has accepted the inheritance from the gods...
His strength cannot be judged by common sense!
Qian Daoliu's breathing became a little disordered for the first time.
However, the shock that tonight brought him was obviously not over yet.
Another deafening roar, and a domineering and terrifying aura, rose from the other end of the city!
It was the phantom of an unrivaled black giant hammer. Dark golden lines flowed on the hammer's body, full of a sense of power that could destroy the world.
"Haotian Sect, come and watch the ceremony!"
A powerful roar resounded through the sky.
Tang Xiao was wearing a black outfit, with black hair dancing wildly, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, and came out of the air with four elders of the Clear Sky Sect with the same powerful aura.
They did not hide the slightest, they came directly behind Ning Liu and stood side by side with the Qibao Glazed Sect, making their position clear with their actions.
On the ground, the sound has been completely lost.
Haotian Sect! The number one sect in the world, which had been hidden for many years, actually came out! And he was on Liulitian's side!
Old Marquis Xingluo rolled his eyes and almost fainted from such happiness.
The young master next to him quickly supported him, trembling while pinching Ren Zhong: "Hold on! The scene tonight is too big, we have to watch it all!"
High in the sky, Qian Daoliu's eyes had completely frozen.
He looked at the leader, Tang Xiao, who had a face that was somewhat similar to Tang Hao, but more majestic, and his mind swept over him.
The next second, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.
Level ninety-eight!
Tang Xiao, the leader of the Haotian Sect, this person who has always been considered a junior in his eyes, has actually reached level ninety-eight in soul power!
How is this possible? !
Qian Daoliu's mind was buzzing, and he felt as if he had fallen into an absurd nightmare.
He turned his head sharply, his eyes like two sharp swords, and scanned the group of people behind Ning Liu again, thinking quickly in his mind.
He suddenly realized that if he really took action today, let alone snatching back the soul bones, it was still unknown whether he could survive the siege of so many people!
No, even if you bring all the offerings in the enshrinement hall, you still can’t compete!
How can we fight this?
Hit him on the head? !
A bone-deep chill, accompanied by a boundless sense of absurdity, instantly swept through Qian Daoliu's body.
He felt like a hunter who had broken into a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. He thought he was here to hunt, but found that he was the prey surrounded by countless prehistoric beasts.
Qian Daoliu's eyes finally fell back on Ning Liu.
The young man in white kept a gentle smile from beginning to end.
Who is he?
Why can he make Tang Chen bow?
Why can he let Qibao Glazed Sect and Haotian Sect support him at the same time?
Why can he come up with so many gods to inherit?
Countless questions, like countless steel needles, pierced Qian Daoliu's heart.
The light of the soul power of the Seraph statue behind him dimmed a little unconsciously.
The sacred pressure that originally enveloped the entire city has quietly subsided.
This is a sign of weakness.
Qian Daoliu, the great priest who had stood on top of the world for decades, relented.
It’s okay not to accept it.
If the fight continues, he may end up here today and become the biggest laughing stock of Wuhun Palace in the ages.
He took a deep look at Ning Liu, and then at Tang Chen in the distance. His eyes were extremely complicated, with horror, anger, and unwillingness, but more importantly, a kind of powerlessness.
He finally understood that Tang Chen’s words, “My lord, put them up for auction” were not a pastime or a joke.
It is to state a fact.
A fact that he had to accept.
Ning Liu looked at the change in expression on Qian Daoliu's face, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
He knew that the heat was coming.
He bowed slightly to Qian Daoliu again, his voice still clear:
"The time for the big sacrifice and auction is coming soon. Do you think you should continue to stand here, or move to the arena to enjoy the rare treasures with the heroes of the world? "
This sentence sounds polite, but the meaning behind it is self-evident.
Or, come in and be a guest.
Or, try to see if you can break through this dragnet.
Qian Renxue, who was beside Qian Daoliu, remained silent.
She looked at Ning Liu, whose face was even more handsome than the "Xue Qinghe" she once pretended to be. For the first time, she felt an emotion called "amazing" in this person of the same age.
Long time.
Just when everyone below thought that the war was imminent, Qian Daoliu's majestic voice finally sounded again, but there was a hint of hoarseness in it.
He only said one word.
But this word is as heavy as a thousand pieces.
It represents the bow of a peerless Douluo, and represents the first setback of the Wuhun Palace's majesty in decades.
"Since it is an auction, then I, the Spirit Hall, will naturally participate."
Qian Daoliu's voice returned to calmness, as if nothing happened just now,
"The angel soul bone is the property of my Spirit Hall, no matter what the price, I will get it back."
This is to find a way out for himself, and to declare his determination.
Hit, it’s impossible to beat.
Then throw money at it!
He didn’t believe that in terms of financial resources, who else on this continent could really compare to Wuhun Palace!
Ningliu laughed:
"Of course, Liulitian welcomes any guest. Please make a big sacrifice."