Xanadu, my martial soul in Douluo continent

"You don't deserve to touch him."

The Snow Emperor suddenly glanced behind him and said in a slightly softer tone than usual, "Even if the world is full of ugliness, kindness is still worth protecting."

Just as flowing water washes away the rock, if the flowing water fails to erase the rock, then the rock is destined to change the flowing water.

A ray of cold light refracted the moonlight, like falling ice or an aurora, and it instantly caught Nozhi's eyes.

It was too late to use his soul skills, so Nuo Zhi directly crossed his hands and raised his hands.

However, the hasty block had no effect. Not only did his body smash into the courtyard wall, but his left hand was also broken at the elbow, and the alien armor was like a pincer.

In the ruins, Nozhi struggled to break away from the rubble and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood was filled with cold air and had solidified into crystals before it even dripped.

Nozhi raised his hand in confusion. The area below the elbow was exceptionally clean. The innate advantage he relied on in the past seemed extremely fragile.

Relying on the tidal giant clam and relying on the alienated hands, how many giant whales have been killed, how many dragon beasts have been hunted?

If you lose your right hand, you may be able to repay it by luck, just a sneak attack, but you may not be good at frontal combat.

Even though he was on guard, he still lost his left hand, and Nozhi was already desperate.

The combat advantage of the Tidal Giant Chrysalis lies in its physical strength and water avoidance. It is not weak in defense type and not weak in attack type. Apart from speed, it has almost no weaknesses.

For Nuozhi, losing both hands is worse than a fierce tiger losing its forelimbs.

Nuozhi immediately knelt down and quickly begged for mercy regardless of his appearance, crying bitterly and bursting into tears, "Your Majesty, I am not worthy. I apologize and spare my life. I beg you to spare my life. From now on, you can do whatever you want."

His strength completely overwhelms his own, and he may be ranked as a super Douluo. Life is obviously much more important than dignity.

Rather than die immediately, Nozhi would rather be a dog.

The Snow Emperor did not reply, and the courtyard fell into silence for a short time. The surrounding temperature dropped again, and snowflakes filled the sky, like catkins fluttering in the wind.

Nuo Zhi's face turned pale. He had sensed some kind of decision, so he threatened loudly, "If I blow myself up, you may not be able to protect him!"

He didn't list any requirements, and he didn't even bother to say anything about it. The purpose was obviously obvious, and it was just about eradicating the roots.

At this moment, Nozhi has no way out. Even if he fights for his life with his true body, he may not be able to escape, and he may even die on the spot.

His only chance of survival is a young man in the distance. If the enemy has any scruples...

Nuo Zhi's face showed a ruthless look, and then he gathered all his soul power. An invisible storm shook the gravel apart, and his soul power was as violent as boiling oil.

Survival from death certainly requires drastic measures.

"Choose, Your Majesty!"

Nuo Zhi stared closely at Snow Emperor, with a bit of madness in his eyes, "Protect him, or kill me."

…

It was late at night and the manor house was dimly lit.

In the study room, Tionia has not yet rested and is calculating the account books for recent years.

There were footsteps on the porch, and the door opened immediately. The girl turned around in surprise. Her mother, whom she had not seen for several months, and Guiyue, who had been missing for a long time, appeared almost at the same time.

"Mother, Guiyue."

Tionia was slightly surprised, "You guys?"

The storm has not spread. Except for the area around the city lord's residence, everything is as calm as before and no news has been spread.

Of course, Tionia still doesn't know that the peace on the surface has been torn apart, revealing the bloody reality.

If Nozhi absorbs the soul ring, the Beren area will definitely change its ownership, and the Beren family will either surrender or be forced to expel.

Only one Titled Douluo can be worshiped in an area. The other people who are on the verge of breaking through, unless they are from the same force, will be severely suppressed!

"Tina, take care of Guiyue."

"Hopefully, it's not too late now."

The beauty in palace attire gave an instruction and immediately prepared to go out again.

If Nozhi is planning to take advantage of the foreign boy, he may still be able to negotiate and at most withdraw from Belem. Anyway, there are not many other industries left. It just so happens that he can move to Tianshui and reunite the mother and daughter.

…

Changing something may cost your life.

Changing something may require awareness.

Snow was falling all over the sky, flowers were falling, and a corpse was nailed into the wall, with an ice spike growing out of its chest, leaving not a trace of blood behind.

The ferocious expression and frenzied resentment all symbolize the fact that the current dean of the School of Life, Nozhi, has been dead for a long time.

The boy was half leaning against the roots of an apricot tree, with fallen flowers almost submerging his body. Next to the apricot tree, the snow-haired girl looked like a sculpture.

"Have you decided?"

"It is not easy to usher in peace, but even if the time is short, it is still precious."

There was silence in the courtyard, as if an answer had been given.

A heavy wind blew through the courtyard, and the falling flowers covered the sky. The snow-haired girl looked back at the courtyard, and then looked away.

In the shadow of the eaves, the beauty in palace clothes stiffened and slowly walked out of the hiding area.

"Soul Master, witness this moment."

Under the falling flowers and rain, the figure of the snow-haired girl faded, "witnessing the future."

The beauty in palace attire suddenly felt heart palpitations.

A flash of lightning pierced the night, and the roar of thunder echoed through Belém.

In the courtyard, all the petals burned at the same time, and the flames were crimson, like rouge and blood.

The wild storm swept across almost ten miles in radius, and the power of thunder overturned the night, just like a doomsday natural disaster.

Thousands of years have passed since the celestial phenomena were changed, and now the reckoning is about to begin.

The thunder did not fall quickly, but gradually gathered momentum. It seemed that it had gained wisdom and was ready to wipe out the rebellious creatures with one blow.

This is divine punishment, which cannot be avoided or spared.

…

Memories of the past are clear and fuzzy.

Spiritual wisdom is born, it protects living beings, it sleeps for thousands of years, and wakes up in confusion, and the world lasts for thousands of years, just like a blink of an eye.

The self who protects all living beings and the boy who protects himself, until the end, when death comes, life suddenly becomes colorful.

Even if death is inevitable, at least you have left a memory.

…

The courtyard burned violently, and the violent storm quickly stopped.

As if time stood still, the thunder also dissipated, and silence seemed to return to the night.

"goodbye."

The ethereal voice was strange and soft, even mixed with a little regret.

The flames spread and gathered to form a crimson halo, and then the color settled and turned into a touch of blood.

The beauty in palace clothes lost her voice, "The soul beast is sacrificed!"

The young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old at most. With this kind of opportunity, he may even be guaranteed to be banned.

The crimson halo shines in the night, almost suppressing the power of thunder, and it still appears very clear even twenty or thirty miles away.

Promotion!

Promotion!

Promotion!

As his cultivation level increases, the thunderous light crackles, as if the abyss is overturning the sky, and it seems that it is about to tear apart the night and destroy the world.

Of course, at the moment of true promotion, divine punishment will surely come and kill all the creatures below.

The so-called divine punishment does not require the gods to take action. It only requires a slight glance, and it can already crush the world.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, clear rain, drought and flood are all order and cannot be changed!

No earthly creature should be allowed to overstep its bounds!

The majestic power of thunder was heavy, and many vast thoughts were transmitted. At most, there was some aftermath, and the beauty in palace clothes turned pale.

In the world of Douluo, there is no shortage of legends about gods and goddesses.

Legends are all witnessed by the disobedient corpse.