Chapter 369 What Qualifications Do You Have to Bet with Me? (4200)
"Greetings, His Majesty the God of Death." Ning Rongrong's eyes were blazing, and she straightened her clothes and spoke in a pretentious manner.
Fang Ling: “…”
He saw Rongrong's playful intentions. She was usually very mischievous, so if she really wanted to congratulate him, she wouldn't act like this.
Moreover, what is this seductive look thinking about?
A trace of thought flashed through his eyes, and he pretended to be solemn. Fang Ling said, "My beloved concubine, please stand up! If you have anything important to say, please speak frankly."
Ning Rongrong exhaled sweetly and asked in a tender voice, "Your Majesty the God of Death, can you let me try the taste of God tonight?"
"Cough cough." Before Fang Ling could say anything, Hu Liena coughed twice.
"What are you coughing about? Everything I said came from my heart." Ning Rongrong glanced at her with a proud look and a playful tone, "No need to hide it! Sister Nana, you want it too."
"The aura of my husband is more fascinating than before."
Just like the shadow of a lone wild goose passing across the sky, its wing tip cutting through the flowing clouds; the sound of pine needles falling echoed in the forest, and Fang Ling's every breath was seen by them.
As he breathed in and out, it seemed as if the morning sun was pouring down, and the god's robe moved without wind.
Every vibration of hair triggers the flow of spiritual energy, as if starlight hanging from the sky, weaving a mysterious warp and weft in the mortal world.
The Death God's armor had been taken back long ago, and what Fang Ling was wearing now was the robe made by the Death God's power.
Others didn't dare to look at them for too long and could only glance at them quickly. They were Fang Ling's wives and had absorbed Fang Ling's essence, so they were naturally upright and could not resist this attractive force.
"You damn girl!" Hu Liena slapped her butt hard without saying anything to refuse.
Through her powerful mental power, she could deeply feel the attraction coming from Fang Ling.
She is a fox demon who practices the spirit of charm, but she is much more thin-skinned than Ning Rongrong who practices the auxiliary spirit.
If Fang Ling wanted it, could she still refuse ?
"Hehe, no rush, everyone come, everyone can come." Fang Ling waved his hand and took care of everything.
"Sleeping in the same quilt? It's not impossible." Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and muttered in a low voice.
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Ye Lingling said angrily: "Hey, why are you saying anything now?"
Because of their similar personalities and the best relationship they had, he blushed with shame and nodded Ning Rongrong's head vigorously.
Zhu Zhuqing bit her moist red lips lightly. She would definitely not agree in the past, but now her eyes flickered and she was somewhat moved.
White smoke was coming out of Hu Liena's head and her brain was feeling a little hot.
Dugu Yan looked embarrassed. Although she didn't mind Fang Ling having more women, it was still too embarrassing to have so many people together.
Wouldn't that mean that all shameful things would be seen? Fang Ling didn't force it. He didn't care about these things. He preferred the harmony of the soul. He said:
"No need to sleep in the same bed. When the time comes, I can use the power of time and space to expand the time."
"An hour is a few days, and everyone has a share."
"Tsk, what a pity." Ning Rongrong sighed. She had finally come up with this idea, using this opportunity to bring the concubines in the harem closer together.
Unexpectedly, they were defeated by Fang Ling's respect for them.
What can be done?
"You girl, you're asking for a beating!" Dugu Yan looked at Ning Rongrong with unfriendly eyes.
"Ah! Run!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed, but she didn't run directly. Instead, she dodged around Fang Ling.
The other women also tried to capture Yu like Dugu Yan.
The movement was swaying lightly, and her fullness was trembling slightly. Her bright eyes reflected a beautiful light, which made Fang Ling's index finger move.
Such a beautiful scene and such a beautiful woman must be ravaged! He had been floating in the sky for a long time and missed it very much.
"Haha, I'll come too." Fang Ling laughed, and the power of time and space swept over, and everyone suddenly disappeared in the yard.
…
One hour in the outside world is equivalent to six days in the space-time realm.
The space-time domain has evolved into a divine ring under the influence of faith points. Fang Ling can even extend it to a longer period of time in an hour.
However, considering the physical conditions of several people, the expansion did not last too long.
It was Fang Ling’s first time receiving God’s grace, and he was very durable, but they couldn’t.
Each of them sealed a life force according to their ability to slowly nourish their bodies, and then left them in the Kingdom of the Dead to recuperate. Fang Ling flashed and appeared in front of Dugu Bo who was sitting upright.
Dugu Bo knew that his disciple had returned. He was not the kind of person to spoil others’ fun, so he continued to practice while waiting.
Wearing formal clothes is to show your seriousness.
Fang Ling smiled gently, staring at the middle-aged man with a ruddy face and green eyes in front of him, and bowed respectfully:
"Teacher, I'm back."
After becoming a true god, Fang Ling gave people a completely different feeling than before.
The most important thing is that the rules bring both dignity and danger.
Between the eyebrows shines the gray-gold death line, representing death, which complements the rose-gold fate line, as if giving birth to a unique magical skill.
Fang Ling gave people a feeling of majesty and detachment without doing anything.
This is not the identity of the God of Death, but the manifestation of the great way of heaven and earth.
Apart from the danger of the law of death, Fang Ling did not deliberately restrain other auras.
He just wanted to let people know the majesty of God. He was hiding it before, and now that he has become a God, he is still hiding it. Isn't it a waste of his status as a God? He is invincible in Douluo Continent, so of course he can do whatever he wants.
"Good disciple, good disciple." Dugu Bo was intimidated by Fang Ling's aura and shocked by the majesty of the god. He hurried forward, solemnly lifted him up, his eyes full of satisfaction.
After looking at it for a long time, he slowly said, "It's good to become a god!"
A smile flashed across Fang Ling's face: "Teacher, the God of Death is the God King. My authority in the God Realm is not low. I can help you find a relatively suitable God position."
Dugu Bo nodded. He didn't care about this. He had already sighed with emotion countless times, but he still had to say:
"The luckiest thing in my life is having you as my apprentice!"
Fang Ling laughed, and Dugu Bo asked a question that concerned him: "When are you going to get married with Yanyan and the others?"
It is already a pleasant surprise that my disciple has become a god, and it is about time for him to marry my granddaughter.
Fang Ling: "I have already made an agreement with Yanyan. When she becomes the Sea God, we will get married together. It won't take a few years."
"That's good." Dugu Bo nodded, feeling relieved, and sincerely asked about the control of the power of space and expressed his doubts.
He was already at level ninety-six, but then he got stuck there, with little hope of moving forward.
A deeper control of space is required to accommodate more soul power.
And this is not something that can be done in a short period of time.
Fortunately, Dugu Bo has no psychological burden and always puts practicality first.
My disciple has already become a god, and his control over space is unparalleled in the world, why don’t you ask?
"Let me help you condense the second soul core." Fang Ling said a few words, thought about it, pointed out a flash of inspiration with his finger, and replicated the spatial perception that was enough to condense the second soul core that complemented yin and yang.
Yanyan and the others are all practicing towards the third soul core, so the teacher can do it too.
The Yin-Yang complementary dual soul core lacks the martial soul enhancement compared to the martial soul method, but the space control it brings is no less impressive.
"What is this?" Dugu Bo was still confused. The brilliant spiritual light fell into the sea of spirituality at a rapid speed, and the control of countless spatial forces emerged in his mind.
He clenched his palms with a confused look on his face, and the deep black power of space emerged. He seemed to feel that the road ahead was smooth and the dual soul core would surely succeed.
Fang Ling explained calmly: "My divine consciousness contains my control over the power of space. I'm temporarily lending a small part of it to you."
"Teacher, you can use your mental power to call upon my divine thoughts. It is almost certain that you will succeed in condensing the second spatial soul core in the middle dantian."
"By then, when I take back my divine consciousness, you will already have the control of space granted by the dual soul cores."
"First gain control, then condense the soul core. Can it be done like this? The divine power is so great?" Dugu Bo exclaimed in amazement.
Apart from taking the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng and using the Snow Swan Kiss to enhance the poison, I have never felt such a leap in strength.
Being led to practice, you don't know until you experience it. Once you try it, it's really cool! Fang Ling smiled proudly: "No, this is my power! Other gods can't do it."
This is the power of space control bestowed upon the eighth soul ring after its space-time domain officially becomes a divine ring.
The method to condense the second soul core comes from the panel.
The panel is the real god, it can even restrain the high-level death energy that he guessed might be the narrative layer.
Dugu Bo was sighing, while Fang Ling showed a bit of regret on his face: "The way of space that I control has reached the divine level, but your soul is not strong enough. I have repeatedly weighed the options before you can use this divine power. The second soul core is the limit for now."
"It's good enough." Dugu Bo shook his head.
He is easily satisfied and doesn't ask for too much.
There is still a lot of time.
The two chatted for a long time amidst laughter and joy. Dugu Bo waved his hand and said, "My disciple, you must have important things to deal with. You don't have to stay here with an old man like me."
"The teacher wants to kick us out now. I'm so sad." Fang Ling widened his eyes and whined.
Dugu Bo couldn't help but laugh and scold: "You kid! Don't I know your temper?"
"Old man, I can condense the second soul core by myself. You have given me the corresponding space control. Why do I still need you to guard it?"
"If anything goes wrong, time travel or blood rebirth won't save me?"
"Go, go, go. You are a sentimental person. You will not only think of me for the good. Go find your father-in-law and other teachers."
"Teacher is indeed a man of great insight. Condensing the second soul core is no small matter. I hope you will proceed with caution." Fang Ling nodded and also sealed a life force in Dugu Bo's body.
There is no need to rush to upgrade your spirit ring, and the same goes for replacing your spirit bones, you can do it slowly later.
After saying goodbye, Fang Ling went somewhere else.
War King Academy, Qibao Liuli Sect, Renxin Hall...
They appeared in several places one after another, and each of those who were close to them had a life force sealed off.
They are all the purest life force, far more powerful than the rain of life spread when one becomes a god.
Normally, it will slowly release the most profound baptism to the body, which can clear and strengthen the meridians, improve the aptitude for cultivation, and even regenerate severed limbs at critical moments.
At this time, Fang Ling also let Tang Chen out.
After becoming gods, the undead's activities ranged widely, and with the help of that mysterious connection, their range expanded to the entire Douluo Star.
There is no need to rush for transformation, so let him put Poseidon's mind at ease.
When Fang Ling appeared again, he was already at the forefront of the battle between Xing Luo and the Wuhun Empire.
The Xing Luo Empire was in a bad state, so he went to say something to avoid scaring people.
Floating above the Pass, Fang Ling looked at the many soldiers and spirit masters below with an indifferent expression: "Where are Tang Xiao and the Xingluo royal family? Show up immediately!"
The soldiers and soul masters were a little restless. They were also nourished by the rain of life. At this moment, they shouted "Your Majesty the God of Death, have mercy" while kneeling on the ground, not daring to utter a word.
The disputes at the top have nothing to do with them, they can just wait for the results.
A majestic figure quickly appeared in front of Fang Ling. He had a strong build and short hair like steel needles. It was Tang Xiao.
"Here I come!" He kowtowed three times on the ground with a determined look in his eyes, "Meet His Majesty the God of Death!"
Fang Ling narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
A cool drizzle fell, and the atmosphere in the field seemed a little cold and lonely.
After a while, he chuckled and said, "Level 97, your strength is not bad, and it is rare in the world."
"I don't deserve the praise from His Majesty the God of Death. Tang Xiao is just a dry bone in a tomb." Tang Xiao was extremely humble, fearing that he would anger Fang Ling and bring about a catastrophe.
Tacit understanding is tacit understanding, but before Xiao San came back, Fang Ling slapped them to death. Did the Xingluo Empire have the ability to stop it? Could it be that they would use those hidden weapon armies to fight against the rocks? If they wanted to retaliate in the future, wouldn't others hide their close ones first?
Fang Ling has a cruel character. As the God of Death, he doesn't care about people who are irrelevant to life.
"Tsk, you don't accept my kindness?" He was deliberately looking for trouble.
Tang Xiao's expression remained unchanged as he replied respectfully, "Your Majesty the God of Death was able to become a 100th level god in just a few decades. His talent is unprecedented. He can crush a scum like me with just one finger. What Tang Xiao said is all true."
"Hahaha!" Fang Ling laughed sarcastically.
Tang Xiao was furious, but he didn't dare show it on his face.
At this time, a hoarse male voice with an inexplicable magnetism appeared in the scene: "Your Majesty the God of Death, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
He has a paralyzed zombie face, thick lips like sausages, graying temples, and is still stuck at the peak of level 29. He is none other than Yu Xiaogang, whom I haven't seen for a long time.
He knew the temper of the Haotian Sect and was worried that they would be enraged and ruin everything, so he mustered up the courage to speak out.
"It's the 'Master'~! It's been a long time since we last met." Fang Ling said leisurely.
The last time I saw the master was last time, and his current condition is not very good.
He was weak, his face was sallow and full of wrinkles, and his vitality was like that of a man in his sixties.
He should have been showered by the Rain of Life, so wouldn't he be seventy years old before that? This state reminded Fang Ling of the thing that Yu Xiaogang ate in the original novel.
From this perspective, the ninth-grade purple ganoderma that strengthens the body and replenishes the vital energy is quite important to him?
Without the ninth-grade purple ganoderma, it would be impossible to break through to the 30th level that he had been dreaming of, and it would cause great damage to his spirit.
With the deep hatred for the destruction of his sect, Yu Xiaogang hoped to take revenge on the Spirit Hall, but he was too strong to do so, and he became more and more crazy? "Your Majesty the God of Death, long time no see." Yu Xiaogang looked complicated.
Is there anything more shocking than seeing with your own eyes a person at the first level of innateness becoming a god in just a few decades? There is no other such thing in the world.
Although they both have low innate talents, it is difficult for him to even break through level 30.
Fang Ling had no intention of taking action against Yu Xiaogang, this bug. The appearance of Yu Xiaogang gave him some understanding of fate.
Feeling the fluctuations of the power of destiny, he asked curiously, "Are you in charge of the Xingluo Hidden Weapon Corps?"
"Not bad." Yu Xiaogang's expression perked up a bit, "What do you think, Your Majesty the God of Death?"
This is what makes him proud recently, apart from his disciple Tang Sanyi.
A truly powerful army.
Fang Ling didn't reply, but just looked up at him twice, as if to say, "Are you serious?"
Yu Xiaogang's face fell, he took a deep breath, and asked again: "Your Majesty the God of Death, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
It's a funny statement that the protagonists in ancient times loved to gamble.
Fang Ling said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to bet with me?"
An overwhelming pressure overwhelmed all the high-ranking members of the Xingluo army. Their blood flow became difficult and their bones creaked, as if they were about to be crushed to pieces.
After a while, when Yu Xiaogang's eyes were full of bloodshot, the pressure quietly dissipated.
They were breathing heavily, their hearts beating extremely violently. Fang Ling humiliated them in front of them, snorted in pleasure, and left with satisfaction.
Only two sentences echoed in time and space: "Wait until Tang San becomes a god, I will come again."
"Enjoy your last moments of survival. If he loses, you will all die!"
(End of this chapter)
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