Douluo: So what if I reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

The far north.

The ice dispersed and dark clouds covered the sky.

The originally extremely cold area was now filled with the aura of destruction and decay.

From time to time, there were roars like wild beasts.

"The voice of the soul beast?" Ning Rongrong, who had just teleported from the Demonic Whale Sea to the Far North and planned to meet the Snow Emperor, apologizing, was suddenly stunned.

What ghosts cry and wolves howl?

Did you send it wrongly?

It shouldn’t be!

Looking around the area, Ning Rongrong frowned slightly.

"There is no mistake in the transmission. This is the far north."

However, there are no traces of the Far North, and the entire Far North seems to have been reshaped.

Although Ning Rongrong has not seen a few abyssal creatures, he has only met the Abyss Saint Lord and the Abyss Mother.

But that smell of decay.

"Abyss?"

Sure enough, he still broke his promise.

I thought I could come out of seclusion within two years, but I didn't expect that I had to go into seclusion for two and a half years in order to stabilize my state.

"I hope the Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor are still alive!"

To be honest, with the feelings the Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor have towards the Far North, it might not be surprising that they would persevere in the Far North and fall.

Speaking of the abyss...

One hundred and eight levels of the abyss, one hundred and eight titled Douluo.

To be honest, this is not a plane that Douluo Continent can compete with at present.

Moreover, the abyss plane is only a plane projected by forty percent of the power of the Crimson Mother Crimson Plane.

"Jiejiejie~"

"Humans who dare to enter the Far North will die!"

Twisted spatial ripples appeared behind Ning Rongrong.

The human-like creature had scythe-like hands, and the scythe weapon in its hand slashed hard, killing Ning Rongrong.

"Jie Jie Jie, do you think you are the elder of the Soul Palace?" Ning Rongrong seemed to have eyes behind his back as he took a step back and cleverly avoided the opponent's attack.

However, the next moment.

The sickle creature disappeared from Ning Rongrong's sight and reappeared behind him.

The speed was faster than before, and after-images even appeared. Like after-images, they formed a circle around Ning Rongrong, then grabbed the gap and chopped it down with a sickle.

"Fancy."

The palm of your hand turns into a knife and swipes gently.

In an instant, the sickle creature felt a huge energy locking itself.

"No!" He quickly crossed the sickles on both arms to block it.

"Bang"

The sickle creature sprayed blood from its mouth, and through the sickle-like artifact, its whole body shook and flew backwards.

"The quasi-god-level abyss creature Scythe Emperor is still his true form. It seems that you have made a lot of preparations in the past two years! Is that guy the Holy Lord of the Abyss here?"

In the legend of the Dragon King, there are 108 levels of the abyss, the oldest of which are the 10 levels from back to front, and each level is a quasi-god level existence.

There are even some terrifying guys who have half a foot in the realm of gods.

"Human, not only do you know me, but you also know the Holy Lord!" Emperor Sickle, who was originally only capable of being arrogant, showed an incredible expression on his human-like face.

"Of course, two and a half years ago, I and a being pushed back your Holy Lord of the Abyss who came out to show off. I don't think His Excellency the Holy Lord would be so forgetful!"

"Yes, it's you!" Scythe trembled with anger, "God damn the natives of the Douluo Plane, it turns out you are the one who caused us to lose so many resources."

The ancient black phoenix that was originally here was the mount of the Lord Abyss Saint. It was rumored to be an ancient mount comparable to a god. However, it seemed to have fallen two and a half years ago. Logically speaking, it should not have fallen into such a worthless state.

At that time, Lord Shengjun was so angry that he smashed all the pots and pans into pieces.

"Very good, very good!" Emperor Qian's face gradually distorted, and a strange sound came from his mouth.

"咻咻咻——"

Ning Rongrong was surrounded by thousands of evil sickles that looked similar to Emperor Scythe, but were closer to the shape of beasts.

"Mastering the power of space, the fifth-level quasi-god of the 108th level of the abyss cultivates himself as Emperor Kame."

"Come on, see if you can please me."

I have just made a breakthrough and am looking for someone to practice my skills with.

Damn it, just right.

"Okay, okay, human being." Emperor Qian laughed angrily,

"You are the most arrogant Douluo native I have ever seen in the Douluo plane. Even the Ice God and Snow Emperor who was severely injured by the Holy Lord did not dare to step into the Far North again. You... How can you be so virtuous? ?”

The Holy Lord of the Abyss severely wounded the Snow Emperor?

Ning Rongrong frowned.

I heard some bad news.

Although several strong energy fluctuations were sensed, there was no breath of the Holy Lord of the Abyss.

"There are only two possibilities, either, the other party didn't come over."

"Or it's too strong for her to feel."

Ning Rongrong preferred that the other party did not come over, even if it was a first-level god, even a Poseidon.

I can also detect the traces of the other party. The three realms of perfection are not comparable to the castrated version of the cultivation method in the Douluo plane or the abyss plane.

Speaking of which, in "Legend of the Dragon King", it is very difficult to cross from the abyss plane to the Douluo plane.

Coupled with the fact that we crossed domains once two and a half years ago, the resource consumption was astronomical, and it is even more impossible now.

Maybe it's a projection!

Ning Rongrong thought so, but even projection would cost a lot.

What's more, the power projected belongs to a first-level god.

Trouble!

"Douluo natives, take this!" The sickle of the sickle emperor is comparable to a divine weapon. The ordinary extreme Douluo can't fight it, plus the opponent's spatial ability, but he met Ning Rongrong.

"You keep calling me natives. Are you so uncultured in the Abyss Plane?"

"This young master is born beautiful."

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"Kill you!"

The slight sound of the sword rang out, and the figures of the Glazed Holy Sword and Ning Rongrong trembled slightly.

The next moment.

Purple-red blood rain fell from the sky.

"No, impossible!"

The sickle emperor widened his eyes.

He looked at his men in disbelief, falling from the sky like a fairy scattering flowers.

Thousands of evil sickles, those are his elite tribesmen, not the weak ones.

They actually exploded in an instant.

"You, what did you do?"

He looked at Ning Rongrong's dark eyes and trembled instinctively.

"That's not how you use space."

The sudden voice startled the Scythe Emperor, who quickly turned his head to look behind him.

Ning Rongrong was standing behind him, the sword in her hand emitting a faint murderous light.

The Scythe Emperor shuddered, quickly distanced himself, and dodged by jumping through space.

However, no matter how he dodged.

The moment he stopped, Ning Rongrong stood behind him.

"Damn it! I'm the Scythe Emperor of the fifth level of the Abyss."

"Asshole, let me show you my power."

The Scythe Emperor stopped dodging, waving his sickle with both arms, and the soul power of the quasi-god level burst out.

However, the sickle he chopped suddenly stopped.

The Scythe Emperor widened his eyes and looked at the cross slash, a killer move that he used with the double sickles that were comparable to divine weapons.

"One, one hand..." The Scythe Emperor was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly saw Ning Rongrong's changing eyes, and before he could react.

The body that was originally larger than that of a human was covered with dense scars.

"The power of space... space."

Before he finished speaking, the dense space blades cut the sickle emperor into countless pieces.

"Too weak."

Ning Rongrong let go of the opponent's sickle that was not cut into pieces.

"This thing, maybe I can make something if I keep it. Senior Lou Gao should be useful!"

"Nine Treasures Glazed Tower, store it!"

The dazzling luster put the two sickles inside.

"Stop!"

A terrifying roar came from the depths of the Far North. Ning Rongrong did not stop. The dark void condensed under the fragmented Lian Di and swallowed it directly.

"As expected of an abyss creature, it has a lot of time!" Ning Rongrong nodded.

Continuing to steal the opponent's time in this way should speed up Kuang San's training.

At this moment, the terrifying mental power locked Ning Rongrong.

"Oh, a creature from the abyss of the Divine Origin Realm?"

Ning Rongrong instantly got the other party's information. After reaching the third level of perfection, her memory of the past became much clearer. This is usually what is called enlightenment!

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?" A figure appeared in the sky. His robe was gorgeous gold, and he looked extremely handsome. He looked completely human.

"I would only stop if I was stupid, but I'm not stupid." Ning Rongrong's eyes were calm, "I say, if you were in my position, would you stop?"

"Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."

"Is this the truth, Mr. Lingdi of the second layer of the abyss plane?"