Douluo: This soul master is too involuntarily involved

Inside the manor, white pigeons flew in shock.

A touch of snow white shines particularly dazzling over the verdant forest.

Below, in the clean and tidy courtyard, three figures are sitting and drinking tea.

The two men had a dignified posture, but the woman had her hands around her cheeks, her elbows on the stone table, and her beautiful eyes shining with a hint of eccentricity.

"Dad, what are you suddenly doing at the Royal Academy?"

Ning Rongrong moved his elbow, pushed Ning Fengzhi's arm, and asked curiously.

No big, no small~

Although she was not satisfied with Ning Rongrong's movements, the alert and naturally round calm feeling on her face, Ning Fengzhi was still quite satisfied, and smiled helplessly:

"What else could there be!"

"My good daughter is back, I haven't seen you for a year, your grandfather Jian they are not at ease, so come and see how you are doing recently."

"Since you returned to Tiandou City, you can't continue to suffer outside."

"I think you should go home for a few days, your mother misses you so much, she hasn't been home for so long, she can't leave the house alone, right?"

Looking at Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi's face showed a distressed and sad look, and his thoughts were silent, Ning Rongrong was his only daughter.

Unfortunately, it was Ning Rongrong's white eyes that were waiting.

"If you really want me to go back with all your heart, that's fine."

"I don't think you're here for me, but someone else, right?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, a little unhappy.

- Don't take your daughter for a fool.

——Dad, your character, I know very well.

——I'm not so important, I deserve to welcome you to the Royal Academy.

"Rongrong!"

Ning Feng's eyes narrowed, and his body exuded oozing coercion, and he seemed to be very unhappy.

In the past, Ning Rongrong would still feel afraid, but now...

What has my aunt not beaten, this little move wants me to submit?

So I wasn't beaten in vain?

Ning Rongrong waved his hand indifferently:

"If you want me to go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, I can go back at any time."

"But if you want me to pull Su Ming and them together, then I can't help it."

"Su Ming never envisages the will of others, and once he decides something, it is basically difficult to change."

"Besides, he is not a fool, dad, what are you thinking, others are not unclear."

Seeing Ning Rongrong's sophisticated appearance, the corners of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched slightly, as if nothing had calmed down, and said:

"I'm just here to take you back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect this time, and nothing else."

"As for Su Ming, as your companions, if you are willing to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect will naturally welcome them."

"If I don't want to go, I won't force it."

- Say.

- Go on.

- Guess I believe Daddy or not, you said?

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi speechlessly, embarrassed to see the latter, when did this girl become so difficult.

Dusty Xin was smiling, and started a circle, saying:

"Fengzhi, it's rare to see you eating deflated here with your daughter, if you let Lao Bone see it, I'm afraid I'll have to laugh at you for half a month."

"Uncle Jian~" Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly helplessly.

Dusty heart waved his hand, "Okay, okay, Rong Rong is not a child anymore, what to say is blunt." "

"You are a father and daughter, you have to do so many twists and turns, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect will be handed over to Rong Rong sooner or later, you always have to let her participate in advance."

"Otherwise, what comes to her hands is just an empty shell."

"Have you forgotten about Rong Rong's last robbery?"

Hearing this, Ning Feng thought about it, and indeed creating was more fulfilling than inheritance, and it made people's blood boil.

One is dreams, the other is stress.

But you can't let Rong Rong be biased towards the first school, right?

"Perhaps, it's okay to be in advance."

The tea in front of me seemed to have appeared a whirlpool.

I don't know if it's people drinking tea, or tea eating people.

......

Because of Ning Fengzhi's arrival, the three of them knew that their ideas had failed.

The Royal Academy could not snatch people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect.

Not to mention that Ning Rongrong was still from the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect.

Fortunately, he invited Su Ming and a few people to stay in the academy for a few days, which was also a bit more social.

In the palace, Meng Shenji was undoubtedly the happiest, and he was already happy at the moment.

"Good, good, Brother Su, you have something to ask for, how can I not agree."

"That, you two are okay, just avoid it a little, I have something to discuss with Brother Su."

Meng Shenji glared at Zhilin and Bai Baoshan, who were not leaving, a little eyesight.

I didn't see that Brother Su came to find me, and he has a half-dime relationship with you, what are you doing here!"

"Dream God Machine, because you are still the chief, you are so narrow-minded!"

"I don't know who I know, but today I understand what kind of person you are!"

"Bah!"

Zhilin and Bai Baoshan huffed away.

The reason why he walked so crisply was probably inseparable from the crazy eyes of the dream machine.

This set of quite obvious double reeds, singing Su Ming's soles almost buckled out of the three rooms and one hall.

Ahem -

Insisting that I am not embarrassed, Mengshen Ji cleared his throat and said enthusiastically:

"Brother Su, just say something."

"Although I have only met for the first time, I feel like I have seen you at first sight."

"Don't think this is flattering you, my martial soul is a black demon and is good at creating dreams."

"Although dreams are not false, the things in dreams are often inextricably linked with reality, and I trust my intuition."

Su Ming said bluntly: "I know that your martial soul is a black demon, and it is one of the few mind control system soul Douluo, even if it is titled Douluo, there is no mind control system. "

"It just so happens that I want to focus on cultivating spiritual power, so I need your help."

Oh?

Meng Shenji's face was astonished, a sword martial soul soul master, unexpectedly demanding spiritual power.

That's right, it seems that Su Ming is indeed a full cultivator, otherwise he would not be able to defeat Contra in the Soul Sect.

"Brother Su is really polite, I can help you cultivate, brother, it's too late for me to be happy."

"Since you want to cultivate spiritual power, then stay in the academy for a few more days."

"Don't worry, the academy's cultivation environment is open to your first academy, and it will not delay the cultivation of students."

The smile on Mengshen Machine's face was incomparably bright.

A titled Douluo who is nailed in the future, he mentioned a matter of raising his hand to you, and was ready to sell you a favor...

There is no reason for any Contra to refuse this kind of thing.

Refuse, that's a fool!

Su Ming thanked him, and the dream god machine seemed to step on its tail, and waved his hand repeatedly:

"If you want to cultivate spiritual power, come to the old man at any time, you don't have to see it like this."

"What now?" Su Ming was harmless to humans and animals, staring straight at the dream machine.

"Now?"

Meng Shenji was stunned, thinking that it was nothing to cultivate spiritual power, so he agreed.

Having lived most of his life, he had never seen such a simple request!

In the blink of an eye, the two came to a mimicry environment room for cultivation.

As Su Ming envisioned, Douluo's current time node did not have a good way to cultivate spiritual power.

The bones of all kinds of soul beasts were also placed in this so-called spiritual power mimicry environment, which was no different from Su Ming's previous cultivation method.

Meng Shenji's face was full of seriousness, which was very different from just now, "My martial soul is relatively special, and it consumes great spiritual power from the enemy. "

"If something goes wrong, it's beyond my control, you understand?"

Su Ming nodded, "Don't worry, I'm going to have a problem, and you definitely can't get out of here." "

Mengshen Ji's face twitched, "..."

I thought you were going to say something was wrong, it's none of my business!

But if something goes wrong, what can you do about me...

As soon as his inner thoughts moved, he suddenly felt a magnificent pressure appear.

Bang!

Panicked, like a dead mountain pressing on his shoulders, the unmatched strength of the mighty shore made his back instantly break out in cold sweat.

Title Douluo!

There is also Title Douluo in the shadows!

Feeling this pressure recede, Meng Shenji swallowed his spit in horror, looking at Su Ming's harmless smile, and couldn't help but feel afraid in his heart.

No wonder he dared to find himself for extremely dangerous spiritual power cultivation!

No wonder even the moody Dugu Bo was speechless and did not dare to fight back!

Thinking about the reason for this, Meng Shenji couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, he thinks a lot, and this guy's heart is indeed cautious.

"Don't worry, since I promised to help you cultivate, the old man will definitely not play any tricks."

"Maybe if I run into trouble in the future, I have to ask you to solve it."

A knowing smile appeared on Meng Shenji's stiff face, and he was not disappointed by Su Ming's defense.

Rumble!

In an instant, pitch-black smoke erupted from the eyebrows of the dream god machine, like a cloud of ink dripping into the water, and the black mist spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the entire cultivation room was pitch black.

But surprisingly, Su Ming was able to clearly see everything around him.

The black fog is constantly transforming between the virtual and the real, and there is a feeling of slide sliding.

Huge pitch-black horns emerged from both sides of the Mengshen machine, and the black and purple color did not have the jaggedness of metal, but made people feel very fluent.

In the blink of an eye, a monster with only the upper body appears, cow nose, huge mouth, big eyes, like a person and not a person, like a cow and not a cow, one will turn snow-white, one will turn dark blue, and the other will be pitch black...

Counting down, there are exactly eight colors in total, corresponding to the eight colors of the petals on the chest.

The monster's always light blue eyes were glowing with illusory whiteness, as if they had seen all the ways of life, leaving only lifeless indifference.

Silent, without sorrow or joy.

The black demon stood there, as if it were a gatekeeper from hell.

"This is the Black Demon Martial Soul?"

With the appearance of the black demon martial soul, the sense of oppression like a nightmare reached the soul, and Su Ming couldn't help but tighten his heart, as if his body was about to turn into water and flow, and he actually had a trace of fear.

Unlike facing Tang Hao's God Killing Realm as cold and devastated, Su Ming was more like falling into a swamp at the moment, not physically, but into the spiritual world.

Obviously, in the game of spiritual power, Su Ming has fallen into the downside.

"Let's get started."

Su Ming closed his eyes and condensed the breath of his whole body in the best state.

At his dantian, a touch of emerald green gossamer, like a dragon, squirmed, green light rippled, and endless vitality expanded Su Ming's wood attribute soul power that Su Ming had only occupied, and it was able to compete with the metal soul power.

Not only that, Su Ming's limbs and bones were also ignited by this green light.

Especially the sea of knowledge, constantly fission, a green pawn is constantly opening up the territory, brave and fearless, vowing to lay down a vast territory for Su Ming.

Swish!

The seventh soul ring on the soles of the Mengshen Machine moved rapidly, and the monster instantly skyrocketed twice, almost ten meters tall.

The clicking, tooth-biting rubbing sound is like a dog tearing a bone.

I saw the monster's giant mouth slowly open, and a pale white light burst out from his mouth, engulfing Su Ming entirely.

Monster, swallowed Su Ming in one bite?

The stars are upside down, and the heavens and the earth are overturned.

After the vertigo, Su Ming's figure also appeared in another space.

It was a vast plain, sunny and grassy in the sun.

In the middle of the plain, stands an eight-story tower, the snow-white walls of which have taken on the age of age, and are dotted with vines and moss.

The tower is very large, even the highest eight floors, the length is more than two hundred meters, from a distance, it looks like a fortress prison.

"Such a clear feeling, if you don't know that you are in the dream, you think you are in the outside world."

The breeze blew on his face, Su Ming clenched his fists, and he could feel the pain even more aware of the horror of the black demon martial soul.

Dreams and reality are almost indistinguishable, and if you don't know that in the dream, "death" at this moment should be able to make the body die together.

More precisely, the ontology thinks it is dead.

The state of suspended animation of consciousness is even more terrifying than that of a vegetative person.

No wonder it is written in the original book - once it is rumored to be controlled by the black demon, it will fall into an infinite loop of dreams.

This is not without reason.

At this time, the space above the firmament rotated, and an ugly face slowly appeared, which was the body of the black demon.

"Su Ming, this is a dream, but it is not a pure dream, you should be able to feel your real existence."

"You can think of it as another space, but you are at the moment, your mental state."

"There is a tower in this space, there are various monsters in it, you need to defeat monsters to improve your spiritual power, and you can resurrect infinitely from scratch."

"But once the ontological spiritual power is all consumed, you will never be able to wake up, remember!"

The sound of the dream machine rippled throughout the space, and the monster figure in the sky slowly disappeared.

The method that Meng Shenji thought of was still very pure, just like the spiritual mimicry cultivation room, through spiritual collision to exercise spiritual power.

At this moment, Su Ming is in a mental state, and so is the monster.

Moreover, Su Ming could feel that here he could not use the soul ring skill, and could only defeat the monster leader in the flesh.

It seemed to sense that someone was approaching, and in the dark passage on the first floor of the tower, countless eyes rose with purple flames.

The next time, the next time, the second time --

It was as if countless iron rods were digging into the soil, and their long pointed feet were exposed to the sun.

In the squeaking sound, dense monsters poured out from the passage, the monster was dark all over, and no other colors could be seen, the lower part of the spider legs, the upper part was a lobster, almost two meters high, two basketball-sized iron tongs were closed one by one, roaring towards Su Ming.

"I don't know, I thought you were the Ghost Shadow Corps!"

Swish!

A golden light flashed, and in an instant, the heads of all the monsters were cut off, and then all the limbs disappeared.