Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 734 Seven Divine Realms
"..."

On the other side of the soul guide communication, the Dark Blood Demon was silent for a while, and then said: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said just now, can you say it again?"

The Ghost Emperor repeated, "Blood Demon, go and get rid of Yun Ming. Don't you have a deep hatred for Yun Ming? So this mission is given to you."

Dark Blood Demon: “…”

I hit Yun Ming? Is this true?
The Dark Blood Demon felt that the Ghost Emperor was going to die, and he had evidence!
Damn, this Ghost Emperor is probably running out of vengeful spirits and wants to use himself to fill the gap, so he comes up with this excuse.

The news that Qingtian Douluo became a god in one battle and fought three against one had already spread throughout the continent. He was going to fight with his head.

The Dark Blood Demon is only at the demigod level. Even if he faces Qiangu Dongfeng, he may not be able to defeat him, let alone facing Yun Ming who can defeat Qiangu father and son.

If you really try it, you will die!

He had a grudge against Yun Ming. After all, when he was young, he was killed by Yun Ming once. If it weren't for his strong ability to save his life, he would have died in the northwest long ago.

But even though he had a grudge, he was not a fool. At most, he would be extremely angry for a while, but he would not really go looking for Yun Ming to fight with him.

At this time, the Ghost Emperor seemed to know his concerns and comforted the Dark Blood Demon: "Blood Demon, don't worry, Yun Ming is not that strong. In the video..."

The Ghost Emperor expressed his speculation and said that if the grand plan did not require his leadership, he would have personally taken action to take Yun Ming's life.

But the Dark Blood Demon still had some concerns and asked, "Am I the only one?"

The Ghost Emperor said: "Of course not, I will send other evil soul masters to assist you, so you can go without worry."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Following the Dark Blood Demon's agreement, the Ghost Emperor hung up the soul communication and laughed: "Hehehe, Yun Ming, you are still alive this time."

……

Inside the governor's residence in Tianhai City.

After telling Kiana that he needed to go into seclusion and not to be disturbed by anyone during this time, Nan Fusheng entered a secret room.

Given Nan Fusheng's current situation, he actually didn't need to go into seclusion. After all, his soul power had reached the top. If he didn't absorb soul rings, his cultivation would always be stuck at level 80. But he still did it.

Because he now has to do something big: try to locate the existence of the Douluo God Realm and then invade it.

……

A soft halo poured down from the cracks in the clouds, like a mother's open palm, her fingertips gently caressing the texture of the sea of ​​clouds with warm warmth.

Those floc-like clouds were coated with flowing golden edges by the halos, and the seemingly illusory mist actually had a delicate luster like mother-of-pearl between the interweaving of light and shadow. It seemed that you could touch the dense texture with your hand, and even the air was floating with faint flowing light.

In the hazy depths where light and shadow interweave, about half a mile away on top of the clouds, the outline of a jade-like building stands faintly.

The flying eaves and brackets are faintly visible in the halo, and the glazed tiles reflect the light like broken diamonds. It is obviously a building supported by clouds and mist, but it has a calm texture like gold and stone, just like an illusion outlined with heavy colors in ink painting, with a breathtaking beauty between reality and illusion.

“Is this the true appearance of the divine realm…” A deep male voice sounded in the clouds and mist. A middle-aged man in his thirties stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering slightly due to the immortal spirit.

He looked at the palaces in the distance, his eyes reflecting the flowing light, and muttered to himself, "No wonder they say that the heaven and earth energy here is very different from that of Douluo Continent. This clear and pure breath must be the immortal spirit recorded in ancient books."

This body is not that of a soul master, and there is no martial soul in it, so it should be insulated from the energy of this world.

But when he took a deep breath, the light golden air currents visible to the naked eye rushed into his nasal cavity like living things, and penetrated into his limbs and bones along the respiratory tract. Every inch of his skin stretched involuntarily like a dry sponge encountering sweet rain.

Even though he couldn't deliberately absorb and refine it, just through his natural breathing, strands of energy were absorbed by his body instinctively, making his body, which was tired from years of mundane work, feel as light as if he had been reborn.

"I see..." He sighed in a low voice, his fingertips brushing the swirling clouds in front of him, "If I can live here for a long time, even if I am just a mortal body, living to be over a hundred years old is just a common thing."

Tang Ziran, or Nan Fusheng, was looking at the wonders around him at this moment, feeling unprecedented emotion in his heart.

But this longevity is ultimately limited. Without the status of a god, even if one's lifespan far exceeds that of ordinary people, one cannot escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death. Only those who hold divine power can remain forever young in this eternal time.

"Is Mr. Tang also enjoying the view?"

A gentle voice came from behind him. When Nan Fusheng turned around, he saw a woman in a coarse cloth skirt standing on the cloud steps.

She was as slender as a willow with a simple wooden hairpin in her hair. Time had left some traces at the corners of her eyes but had not damaged her breathtaking appearance.

Especially those eyes, as clear as autumn water, with a calmness that comes from having experienced many vicissitudes of life, yet revealing the unique tenderness of motherhood, which makes people feel close to her when they see her.

"Ms. Yun'er."

Nan Fusheng nodded, looked at the soft light in the other's eyes, and explained: "I just feel a little lonely when sitting here. Although my wife and I have a place to live now, the heart of a parent..."

He did not say anything else, but just looked deep into the clouds, as if he could penetrate the layers of clouds and see the figure far away in Douluo Continent.

Huo Yun'er nodded gently, her fingertips brushing against a fairy grass growing on the marble beside her. The dew on the leaves reflected a colorful halo: "I understand, all parents in the world are like this."

Her voice was filled with soothing power. "But the fledgling will eventually fly into the sky. You should believe in the power of Tang San's ancestors. Since he has protected the child under his wings, he will not let him suffer any grievances."

"Yes." Nan Fusheng nodded and said, "Of course I believe in the strength of Tang San's ancestors."

"..."

When the topic got to this point, there was some silence.

Nan Fusheng looked at the seemingly weak woman in front of him and said, "Excuse me, Miss Yun'er, do you live here alone? Where is your husband? And hasn't Ancestor Lingbing come to visit you?"

Huo Yun'er, when it comes to this name, many people may not know her, but if you talk about her identity, it is very famous, that is the mother of Lingbing Douluo: Huo Yuhao.

She was also the most important factor in Huo Yuhao's path to revenge, although in the end, the so-called revenge was just a joke. Huo Yun'er smiled faintly, looking into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds with a distant look of regret: "My husband was killed ten thousand years ago. Even though Yuhao became a god in the end, he was unable to save him. As for Yuhao's child..."

She paused here, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the wooden hairpin, “After arriving in the God Realm, he had a lot of things to deal with every day, he had to practice, and he also had to accompany Wu Tong.

Although he would take time to visit me every year, I could not bear to let him stay any longer when I saw the fatigue on his face. Every time, he would just drink a cup of tea before I urged him to get back to work.

The sun shone through the clouds into her hair, dyeing a few strands of silver into gold. Although she was speaking in a lonely tone, her tone was resilient. Although she had felt lonely over the years, she still managed to get through it on her own.

"Om-"

At this moment, the ground beneath my feet suddenly began to shake violently like a boiling soup pot. From the gaps between the cyan-gold floor tiles, wisps of spatial turbulence seeped out and spread like a spider web.

The most shocking thing was that the eternally brilliant sky above the Douluo God Realm actually had spider-web-like tiny cracks appearing, like a piece of broken glass, emitting a dangerous cold light in the sun.

The space was twisting strangely, and the air was filled with the screams of metal being forcibly torn apart. The dome of the palace belonging to the God of Emotions had spider-web-like cracks on it, and the dragon-shaped stone pillars supporting the palace groaned under the heavy load.

"what--"

A cry with a crying tone broke through the chaos. Huo Yun'er subconsciously grasped the hem of her skirt, and the moon-white skirt embroidered with lotus patterns was wrinkled into a ball by her. Although she had already set foot in the God Realm, she was still an ordinary person!
At this moment, the ground beneath her feet was heaving like a boat in the waves. She staggered backwards, and the jade hairpin in her hair fell off during the shaking. Her black hair spread out like a waterfall, and a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, which was covered with sweat from shock.

"Miss Yun'er, be careful."

Nan Fusheng took a step forward, and his right hand, like an iron clamp, grasped Huo Yuner's waist, feeling the soft touch and slightly cool silk. Before she fell to the cold ground, he held her in his arms.

The woman's light orchid scent mixed with a hint of fireworks lingered on the tip of the nose, completely different from the eternal holy aura of the divine world.

At the same time, his spiritual consciousness suddenly stretched out like a giant net.

The current Nan Fusheng is not his real body. He just uses Tang Ziran as the coordinate to project part of his mental power into it.

Because it is a projection, the strength of this part of mental power is not high, it just barely reaches the level of God King.

Of course, although his mental power is only at the level of a God King, with the help of the wrong authority, even if he encounters a real God King, it is not impossible to defeat him.

"Keep the secret!"

The power from the "gate" was used to hide Nan Fusheng's mental power. However, he did not forget that there was an existence in the divine world called the God's Center.

The God Realm Center is the core of the God Realm. If a God King senses the existence of alien mental power through the center, he will probably be attacked with thunder and lightning in the next second.

As the space twisted, that strand of spiritual power slid out of the boundary of the divine realm like a swimming fish.

As soon as he left the soft light film, an indescribable terrifying tearing force surged from all directions, as if countless invisible hands were tearing his existence apart.

It was not the overbearing crushing of the law of destruction, but a pure, greedy devouring, as if it wanted to crush all matter and energy and swallow them into its stomach.

"A black hole..."

Nan Fusheng's eyes condensed, and the pupils transformed by his spiritual power reflected the rotating halo in the distance. Inside the halo was absolute nothingness, with only dust-like light mist floating helplessly, while outside was the familiar universe and starry sky, with billions of stars looking so small at this moment.

What frightened him even more was that in addition to the Douluo Divine Realm beneath his feet, there were actually six spheres emitting the aura of different divine kingdoms hovering on the edge of the black hole, like prey being targeted by a giant beast.

"Is it another divine realm?"

At this moment, a warm nine-colored glow gushed out from the core of the Douluo God Realm, like a flowing rainbow. Wherever it passed, the cracks in space closed up quickly as if they were sewn together with needle and thread, and even the screams in the air gradually subsided.

“It’s the central core of the divine realm that is being repaired…” Nan Fusheng thought to himself. Just as he was about to retract his spiritual consciousness, he felt that the devouring force suddenly increased.

"Reorganize!"

The authority from the Fool was activated in an instant, and nine-colored rays of light surged from under his feet, forcibly grafting his spiritual power with the concept of the divine world. The suction force that originally acted on him instantly changed direction, and the pulling force of the black hole was like hitting cotton, and was instead directed towards the divine world below.

He could clearly feel the ground beneath his feet shaking slightly, as if it was silently enduring this terrifying force.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, and Nan Fusheng lowered his head to look at the person in his arms. Huo Yun'er's cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and she lowered her eyes and dared not look at him, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings.

The desperate hug just now had brought their bodies very close together, and he could even feel her rapid heartbeat through the thin fabric.

"Um, Mr. Tang, can you let me go~" Huo Yun'er's voice was as thin as a mosquito, her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and under her drooping eyelids, her eyelashes trembled like the wings of a frightened butterfly.

She could clearly feel the warmth of the man's chest and the steady, strong heartbeat coming through the clothes.

Nan Fusheng let go of her hand and took two steps back, his eyes inadvertently sweeping across her chest - the curve wrapped in the moon-white gauze skirt was indeed amazing.

He suddenly remembered the book "Mother of Spirit Ice Douluo: The Story of Huo Yun'er's Hidden Cake" that was circulated on Douluo Continent. The book described that this mother once hid the biscuits in her chest during the cold winter and used her body temperature to keep her young son Huo Yuhao warm.

At this moment, it seems that with such an amazing "capacity", let alone hiding one pancake, even two would be more than enough.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry just now. If I have offended you, please forgive me, Miss Yun'er."

Nan Fusheng straightened his slightly disheveled robe and returned to his usual gentle and elegant appearance, but the inquiring light in the depths of his eyes had never faded.

"fine."

Huo Yun'er shook her head and straightened her messy hair. The jade hairpin that had fallen from her hair had been held in Nan Fusheng's hand at some point.

"The situation is unclear right now. Miss Yun'er, you should go back to the palace first. It's safer there." He stepped forward and gently inserted the hairpin back into her bun.

"Okay, okay." The woman shrank back like a frightened deer, and then fled in a panic.

While fleeing, Huo Yun'er slapped her face and secretly spat in her heart: "Huo Yun'er, Mr. Tang is a married man, you can't be so shameless!"

(End of this chapter)