Douluo: What if I was reborn as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 652: Surging Waves

Abyssal plane.

The Saint Lord of the Abyss spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"My strength has been declining." Leaning against the huge stone pillar, the handsome face of the Abyss Saint was extremely pale, as if it was painted with a layer of white lime.

"Damn natives..."

“Wow, poof—”

He spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and his body became weaker again.

"Holy Lord..."

The seven quasi-god-level Abyss Emperors had worried looks on their faces.

The Saint Lord of the Abyss did not answer them, but the seven Abyss Emperors, sensing the Saint Lord's increasingly worse condition, all turned pale.

The Abyss Saint King is His Majesty's most proud child, the peerless powerhouse with the greatest hope of reaching the level of a Divine King. Now...

No one dared to think about it any more.

From the dark and gloomy portal, a beam of bloody light burst out.

“Mother…”

The Abyss Saint wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the Crimson Mother's mouth, and her voice was cold.
"I failed. She was more difficult to handle than I thought."

He took a glance at the abyss passage that was constantly collapsing, and then turned his gaze to the Abyss Saint Lord whose aura had dropped from a first-level god to a third-level god.

"If I could break through to become a Divine King, I might be able to save you, but now..."

The Crimson Mother shook her head.

"Haha, hahahahahaha!" Upon seeing this, the Saint Lord of the Abyss suddenly laughed, and his injuries became more serious.

"If you peck at birds all day, you will eventually be pecked by birds."

Thick black and red smoke billowed out around the Saint Lord of the Abyss.

"Wait, what are you going to do!" The Crimson Mother's expression changed slightly.

"My dear mother, I can't survive any longer." The Abyss Saint laughed crazily.
"My past is frozen, and time and space are cut off. Rather than dying like this, I'd rather be your strength."

"My power has decreased, but I am still a first-level god in essence. If I wait any longer."

"Mother, will you avenge me?" The Saint Lord of the Abyss said sincerely.

The Crimson Mother was silent, her blood-red hair fluttering gently, and she sighed: "Yes, you are my child, I will completely devour the Douluo plane, even that Ning Rongrong."

"Okay, okay, in that case, I'll be relieved."

The majestic body of the first-level god began to collapse bit by bit, emitting a terrifying pressure.

Waves of rules poured down.

"Return to the origin - the demon disintegrates."

The body of the Saint Lord of the Abyss turned into red mist and then into a ball of liquid.

The liquid was entangled with mysterious rules, as if it were some kind of tonic. The huge amount of blood flowed and sank into the body of the Crimson Mother at an extremely fast speed, like a stream converging into a river or sea.

In a moment, the slightly disordered aura on the Crimson Mother's body was quickly restored, and the aura became several points stronger than before.

The Crimson Mother slowly opened her eyes, and a hint of coldness flashed across her blood-red eyes:
"The Abyss Plane has no need to exist anymore, you all should die too!"

The Crimson Mother suddenly opened her palms, and mysterious rules surrounded her.

Suddenly, five of the seven Abyss Saints found themselves losing control of their bodies.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" The Demon Emperor felt uneasy, especially when facing the unfathomable depth of the Crimson Mother, he couldn't help but tremble.

"If it's not good for protecting the Holy Lord, why keep you trash around?"

"Wait……"

Before the five Abyss Emperors could finish their words, their bodies suddenly exploded. Their rapidly exploding bodies gathered into a ball of blood and energy, which merged into the body of the Mother of the Abyss at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It still doesn't work. There's still a distance."

The Crimson Mother looked up at the two Abyss Emperors who had never been to the Douluo plane. The two Emperors trembled suddenly.

He immediately straightened his posture, fearing that he would become the blood food of the Crimson Mother.

"Emperor Tianniu, Black Emperor, do you have any objection to what I just did?"

Mother Crimson said coldly.

"No, absolutely not."

The two quasi-god-level emperors shook their heads like rattles.

"Very good. The Abyss Plane has taken up 40% of the energy of the Crimson Plane to which I belong. I will take it back next. From now on, there will be no more Abyss Plane. There will only be the Crimson in the Abyss."

"Yes!" the two emperors said in unison.

"I remember that the Emperor of Wisdom is still in the Douluo plane. Ask him to set up the Blood River Formation as soon as possible."

"Humph, I want to personally meet the creatures of the Douluo plane."

The Crimson Mother flicked her sleeves and turned into a stream of light before leaving the Abyss Plane.

The Longicorn Emperor and the Black Emperor looked at each other.

"What should I do, brother?" Emperor Tianniu has just become the mount of the Saint Lord of the Abyss, and his ranking is the lowest among the ten emperors. Although the Black Emperor is almost the same, he has more seniority!

"Try to contact the Zhidi. What can I do? He will do it himself. We can only prepare as much as possible."

The Black Emperor said helplessly,
"If we fail in this matter, I'm afraid we will end up like the five emperors just now."

This is the abyss. Even though the Mother of the Abyss and the Emperor of the Abyss are mother and son, it is normal for the two sides to fight and become enemies if interests are involved.

Just now, the Crimson Mother was not sad about the death of the Abyss Saint Lord, but was angry about having lost face and dignity twice in a row in other planes, and she just found an outlet to vent her anger.

Thus, the five emperors all ran into the trap at the same time.

……

Douluo Continent, the Imperial Palace of the Xingluo Empire.

Zhu Zhuqing sat back on the throne, thinking of the ministers who came to report on government affairs, and murmured:

"I don't know where Tang San and Poseidon are going. It seems I have to make a decision."

Suddenly, Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly.

She turned her head and looked to her left.

The space at the visual position trembled slightly, and a man in a black robe, a leopard-print mask and holding an iron chain appeared.

"You're here." Zhu Zhuqing did not show any surprise when the man appeared.

"Everything is almost the same, all we need is your order." The man in the leopard mask pushed the mask on his face and spoke.

"Don't wait any longer. If we continue like this until the Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall in the Far North comes back, there will be no hope even if I am included."

"Hu——" Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath and slowly stood up. The black light in her right hand condensed little by little, and after a few seconds it turned into a sickle that was almost as tall as her.

"Then do as you say!" Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, "Complete the formation as soon as possible. To be honest, I don't believe you."

"Haha, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but do you have a choice now?"

The man in the leopard-print mask and black robe smiled coldly.

After saying this, he turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared in the hall.

After a moment, Zhu Zhuqing sighed and murmured, "Tang San, you can even kill the Sea God. I, who have offended you, will probably not be an exception."

"But he is also a divine examiner of the first-level god of the succession. It is not something that you can manipulate at will."

As he spoke, the Netherworld Cat spirit attached itself to his body.

After absorbing the souls of the soldiers who died in the war against the Tiandou Empire twice.

Zhu Zhuqing's strength has reached level 95, and with the enhancement of the divine test, her soul rings have become three purple, five black and one red.

(End of this chapter)