Chapter 61 Tang San saves the beauty, but ends up being...
Tang San suddenly turned his head to look.
Not far away,
A woman was fiercely fighting with two figures, one in black and one in white.
They have already fallen into a completely disadvantageous position.
He was beaten until he was covered in blood, looking disheveled and on the verge of collapse.
That woman was none other than Ning Rongrong!
Ning Rongrong followed Yang Jian and his sister to the underworld, originally ordered to deliver spiritual fruits to the Goddess Nuwa.
After learning that this place was the underworld,
She remembered the harsh words she had said earlier.
We must seize this opportunity to completely eliminate Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, cutting off the Spirit Hall's escape route.
Before he could even finish telling his lie, he was severely reprimanded by the Celestial Dog.
She was scolded for being reckless and only causing trouble.
She harbored a burning anger within her.
While Yang Jian and his sister were visiting Nuwa, and Xiaotian Dog was not paying attention,
She secretly slipped out.
Thinking to myself, even without Yang Jian and Xiaotianquan backing me up,
My cultivation has greatly improved.
With her Nascent Soul stage cultivation, dealing with two brats would be a piece of cake.
This move was partly driven by a sense of defiance and a desire to prove himself.
But reality gave her a resounding slap in the face!
Just when she was utterly despondent, thinking she was about to die in the underworld and become a laughingstock,
To my surprise, I caught a glimpse of Tang San!
She didn't have time to think.
Why did Tang San appear in this underworld? As if grasping at the last straw, he desperately begged for help!
"Rongrong!"
Tang San recognized the two ghostly figures at a glance.
It was Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo who ambushed Xiao Wu before the Soul Master Competition and later participated in the hunt for her!
Hatred surged into his heart instantly.
But having learned his lesson from Tang Chen, he suppressed the urge to act immediately.
He glanced quickly at the Taoist Zhunti beside him.
The old monk remained standing with his eyes downcast, his face expressionless, showing neither approval nor disapproval.
Is this tacit approval?
Tang San's heart settled.
With this big shot around, what are two mere kids?
not to mention,
His cultivation has now skyrocketed, and his confidence is overflowing. He just needs someone to test his skills on!
In an instant, divine soldiers descended from the sky.
He shielded Ning Rongrong behind him.
"Where did this brat come from, daring to cause trouble in the underworld?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo shouted sharply.
The mourning staff, billowing with eerie white energy, came crashing down.
Tang San neither dodged nor avoided.
Golden magical power surged from the Clear Sky Hammer, which smashed down on Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo with astonishing force!
Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo hastily defended himself.
But their resistance seemed so futile in the face of Tang San.
They were met with only two muffled thuds!
Once the dust settles,
Only two puddles of fading black mist remained on the ground, with faint outlines of human figures still discernible.
Tang San put away his hammer and stood up, his clothes fluttering, showing a bit of the heroic spirit of rescuing a damsel in distress!
Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's headquarters,
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo breathed a long sigh of relief.
When they saw Ning Rongrong go off alone to cause trouble for Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, their hearts nearly jumped out of their chests.
"Fortunately...fortunately, I met Tang San!"
Ning Fengzhi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Rongrong is such a worrying child, yet she always manages to escape danger!"
"yes,"
Sword Douluo nodded repeatedly, still shaken.
"Her luck is truly extraordinary."
"Judging from Tang San's appearance, he must have managed to curry favor with that powerful figure!"
"Yes, with that senior in the family, plus the relationship with Yang Jian and his sister, Rongrong has an extra layer of protection in the prehistoric world, and her position is more stable!"
As Ning Fengzhi spoke, his gaze turned to the two pools of black mist that were gradually dissipating in the sky, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Sword Douluo sneered.
The gaze shifted towards the Spirit Hall:
"With the death of Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo, the Spirit Hall has lost its biggest backer!"
"Let's see what they have to be so arrogant about now!"
Ning Fengzhi sighed, somewhat regretfully:
"It's a pity that the group on the immortal ship had such an ambiguous attitude... Otherwise, we might have been able to take this opportunity to eradicate the Spirit Hall, this cancer, and restore peace to the continent!"
Spirit Hall.
The hall was deathly silent, then erupted in a roar of shock and anger.
"Elder Ju! Elder Gui—!"
Bibi Dong suddenly stood up, her soul power surging out uncontrollably, causing the hall to rumble loudly.
Qian Daoliu and the other worshippers also turned ashen-faced and trembled all over.
Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo is their only remaining connection to the prehistoric era.
It was precisely because of the existence of these two people,
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Immortal Boat are two forces.
Even if they had a tremendous opportunity, they wouldn't dare to push the Spirit Hall too hard.
But now...
"Your Majesty... what... what should we do?"
The elders were completely panicked.
Bibi Dong slumped back into her seat, her mind blank in the face of this sudden and desperate situation.
Inside the offering hall,
The other worshippers also looked ashen-faced.
They were laughing at the Haotian Sect a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, they themselves have become an even bigger joke!
"How...how could these two...die like that?!"
Lion Douluo slammed his fist on the wall, his eyes bloodshot, wishing he could tear that little beast Tang San apart immediately.
They are still counting on,
Once Qian Renxue enters the prehistoric world, she can gain a foothold through Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, and then gradually make her move...
"Damn it! Just who is that Daoist Zhunti...?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo stared intently at the gaunt figure in the sky.
"With a mere flick of the wrist, one can elevate a person to a level close to the Nascent Soul stage... I'm afraid they're not far off from the Golden Immortal realm!"
Just as the several worshippers were beating their chests in despair, Qian Renxue, who had been quietly observing the sky, suddenly spoke.
"My esteemed grandfathers, perhaps there is still a chance for this matter to turn around!"
She raised her hand and pointed to a corner of the sky:
"Look... the screen belonging to Elder Ghost hasn't gone out!"
The underworld, Wild Dog Ridge.
Ning Rongrong, having narrowly escaped death and still in shock, rushed over with tears in her eyes and hugged Tang San's arm tightly.
"Third Brother! Waaah... I was so scared just now..."
Ning Rongrong cried so hard that her face was streaked with tears, and I felt sorry for her.
Tang San felt the warm, soft touch coming from his arm.
Looking at the beauty in his arms, so dependent on him
A sense of pride and tenderness welled up within me, and I was about to say something to comfort her...
suddenly!
A chilling gust of wind suddenly came from behind without warning!
A white shadow silently drifted up behind the two of them.
A familiar, slightly mocking, high-pitched voice drifted out:
"Oh, who do we have here!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo stood with his arms crossed, floating in mid-air, a sinister smile on his pale face.
"Oh, it's you, you little rascal!"
He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the two puddles of black mist that hadn't completely dissipated on the ground.
The image returned to Tang San's bewildered face.
"Dare to cause trouble in my underworld...you're asking for trouble!"
Ning Rongrong was startled and shrank behind Tang San, her voice trembling:
"You...you weren't...killed by Third Brother?!"
Ghost Douluo, shrouded in a black robe, also appeared silently beside Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Point at the two flattened "Black and White Impermanence" phantoms on the ground.
The black mist churned and quickly solidified.
They reverted to their original forms as two complete demon messengers, standing respectfully with their heads bowed behind the two demons.
Then, pointing to Ning Rongrong and Tang San, he stated in a completely flat, ghostly tone:
"My lord, I was escorting the soul back to report when I was suddenly attacked by this woman, and then this man..."
As the main body, Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo naturally knew the cause and effect.
But these two clones,
They only inherited some of their memories, though their intelligence remained intact.
However, he could no longer recognize Ning Rongrong and Tang San.
Ning Rongrong turned pale with fright at this bizarre scene, her fingers gripping Tang San's sleeve tightly.
"Third brother...I...I'm scared..."
"Afraid?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo covered her mouth and let out a series of chilling giggles.
"Once you're dead... you won't be afraid anymore!"
He lightly swung the mourning staff in his hand.
has not fallen yet,
The countless vengeful spirits wrapped around the staff let out mournful howls!
The cry pierced the depths of one's soul.
Tang San and Ning Rongrong felt as if their souls were being torn apart and squeezed by countless cold hands, experiencing waves of excruciating pain.
My vision blurred and I could barely stand!
"My senior—help me!!"
Tang San was terrified and screamed in a hoarse voice.
Amitabha Buddha~
The Taoist Zhunti, who had been standing quietly by the sidelines, finally spoke, clasping his hands together as if about to make a move.
However--
"Hmph! Where did this bald monk come from, daring to cause trouble in my underworld?!"
A cold shout rang out like a thunderclap!
Accompanied by words,
A powerful, ancient, and death-filled pressure suddenly descended!
Space distorted slightly, and a figure appeared out of thin air.
They happened to block the way for Daoist Zhunti.
The newcomer was a man dressed in a scarlet imperial robe, with snow-white hair and a handsome face that exuded boundless evil and majesty.
Between the opening and closing of the eyes,
A terrifying scene, seemingly depicting the alternation of day and night and the flow of time, flashed by in an instant.
He is one of the true rulers of the underworld.
The Great Emperor of Fengdu, Zhu Jiuyin!
The Taoist Zhunti paused, his expression of compassion unchanged, and nodded slightly.
"So it's the Emperor of Fengdu in person! This humble Taoist greets you!"
Zhu Jiuyin's scarlet double pupils swept coldly over him:
What are you doing in my underworld?
Although he intervened to stop Zhunti, he did not stop Ju Douluo's actions; on the contrary, it seemed as if he was intentionally indulging him.
The mourning staff and the soul-binding chain fell!
It landed squarely on Tang San and Ning Rongrong!
"ah--!!!"
It's not physical pain, but torture on a spiritual level!
Their physical bodies appeared intact, but their souls were as if they were being placed under a millstone.
Crushed and torn again and again
Forced to reorganize again under certain rules!
It was a torment that surpassed all suffering in the world, enough to break a person's will!
Tang San and Ning Rongrong let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman, collapsed to the ground, and convulsed all over.
Zhunti seemed oblivious to the tragic scene.
He simply said calmly:
"I came here for a trivial matter, but I did not expect to have alarmed the Great Emperor. I am ashamed!"
"Oh? A small matter? Tell me about it!"
Zhu Jiuyin's voice was indifferent.
Zhunti remained unfazed: "This humble Taoist has agreed to help this young benefactor find the remnant soul of his Daoist partner and revive him!"
"snort!"
Before Zhu Jiuyin could speak, an even colder, more arrogant voice, imbued with supreme majesty, suddenly resounded throughout the entire underworld!
"When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; the soul returns to the underworld and is reincarnated!"
"Reversing Yin and Yang, disrupting the cycle of reincarnation..."
"Who gave you the guts?!"
As the last word fell, the entire underworld trembled violently.
The underworld is turned upside down, and all ghosts are silenced!
A stunningly beautiful figure, clad in a jade-green palace gown and wearing a crown, slowly emerged from the boundless darkness.
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