Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 735 Oscar and Ning Rongrong

"Stupid woman."

Nan Fusheng looked at Huo Yun'er's staggering back, and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

He didn't even need to use the power of "seeing secrets" to know what was going on in the other person's mind. He could read the beautiful fantasies floating on the surface from her disordered mental fluctuations.

This body of Tang Ziran is just a container for spiritual projection, but inside it resides a higher consciousness refined from the peak of the magic potion sequence.

As his sequence was promoted, a divine aura beyond ordinary comprehension had already condensed around Nan Fusheng.

It was an attraction more fundamental than hormones, like the pull of a star on a planet, driving a mortal soul like Huo Yun'er, who had not been tempered by divine grace, to approach step by step driven by instinct.

However, at least for now, Nan Fusheng has no interest in Huo Yun'er. It's not like he has never seen a woman before. Which of Xu Xiaoyan and Bai Xiuxiu at home is not engraved with the beauty of God's favor?
What's more, thinking of Huo Yuhao's face that was full of "lack of love", he felt that any violation of the rules at this moment might cause unpredictable troubles.

The child's life has been rough enough, and if he had a "foster father" out of nowhere, even his martial spirit of ultimate ice would be frozen into chaotic cracks.

"never mind."

Nan Fusheng shook his head and pulled his thoughts back. The most important thing now was to deal with the matter of Douluo God Realm first and see if he could get rid of them in the black hole.

"Although we can contact the Evil Emperor, it is better not to disturb him for the time being."

After arriving at the Douluo God Realm, Nan Fusheng could clearly sense the presence of the Evil Emperor, but he did not contact him because he was afraid that Huo Yuhao was currently with Tang San, or was staying in the center of the God Realm.

Although he was confident in his ability to "keep secrets", the mental power he could currently project was at most at the God King level. If it was detected as abnormal, it would be a waste of time.

In a word, it’s better to be careful!

Information is not too difficult to obtain given the current situation, so it is better to be careful.

A ray of light appeared on the forehead of "Tang Ziran", and then bounced out and condensed into a substantial human figure in mid-air, which was exactly the appearance of Nan Fusheng himself.

"It's still more convenient this way."

Nan Fusheng waved towards "Tang Ziran", who immediately understood and returned to the palace.

Tang San entrusted this mortal couple to the care of Huo Yuhao, who placed them in this secluded palace out of consideration for his mother Huo Yun'er's loneliness.

In order to prevent Huo Yuhao from returning suddenly, it would be safer to let the couple stay where they are as a cover.

Nan Fusheng's spirit body randomly found a palace and flew towards that direction.

In the divine realm, it is better not to use divine sense to scan at will. Otherwise, if a god with a keen sixth sense notices something unusual, it will be troublesome.

Otherwise, if a certain God King suddenly used his mental power to scan the God Realm, he might also notice something unusual.

This is not impossible. After all, the entire God Realm is now trapped in a black hole. Eighty percent of the strongest people currently are staying in the center of the God Realm to stabilize the situation, and their spirits are definitely very tense.

In this situation, once there is any unusual movement, it is very likely to arouse their suspicion, and then they may use the God Realm Center to conduct a large-scale scan of the entire God Realm.

Once the divine center is used, the deity itself can easily burst out with strength far beyond its current stage. By then, the "secret-keeping" state may really be seen through, so it is better to be careful.

While flying, Nan Fusheng began to organize the existing information. His previous exploration of the divine realm with his spiritual power had at least allowed him to confirm one thing.

That is, the Douluo God Realm and the six major God Realms have already established a connection. After all, they are so close to each other. It is impossible to say that they have not discovered each other.

I just don’t know what stage the communication between Douluo God Realm and other God Realms is at now, and whether they have already discussed how to break out of the black hole?

Tang Ziran and his wife were unaware of this information. After all, their status was not high to begin with, and the Evil Emperor was still staying obediently in Huo Yuhao's sea of ​​consciousness.

"First, find a god of higher status and ask him about it."

……

Nan Fusheng's spiritual body descended onto a palace. From the outside, the palace seemed to be made of nine-colored glazed tiles, emitting a rich nine-colored light.

"It looks very high-class. The deity living here must be of high status."

Nan Fusheng touched his chin and instantly decided to take action against the owner of this palace.

After all, in Douluo Continent, nine-colored things are generally very valuable, like the nine-colored core of the Dragon God, or the nine-colored thunder tribulation of the Sky-forged Metal.

Judging from the luxurious nine-colored glazed tiles outside the palace, the owner here is definitely not weak. He must be at least a first-level god, otherwise how could he dare to use such conspicuous colors.

"The decision is yours."

He restrained his breath, glided on the ground like a shadow, and began to sneak into the palace carefully.

After all, the strength of the owner of this palace is still unclear. What if the other party is a first-level god like "Rong Nianbing" or "First Generation Sea God" who possesses super artifacts, then we can only give up.

After all, those veteran gods, although they are only first-level gods, if they explode, they will definitely not be weaker than the God King in a short period of time.

"Are you so confident? Even your defenses are so lax?"

Nan Fusheng looked a little surprised. There was no strong restriction on the palace gate. There was only a thin layer of spiritual filter fluctuating on the surface.

He used the power of "error", and the moment his fingertips touched the filter, the fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness were strangely twisted into the opposite frequency, opening a path for him.

"Hum~hum~"

As soon as he sneaked into the hall, he heard a slightly off-tune humming sound. Nan Fusheng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man with a beard walking by the waterside pavilion deep in the courtyard, holding a silver plate.

The aroma of the food on the plate was extremely overbearing, a mixture of the burnt aroma of grilled sausages and the wheaty aroma of bread, which actually made his spiritual body feel a little hungry.

But what really attracted his attention was the peach blossom light flowing in the young man's eyes - those eyes were obviously very handsome, but they were matched with a big beard, and yet there was no sense of incongruity.

"Oscar?"

The name came out almost without thinking. The legend of the original Shrek Seven Devils, all of whom became gods, was well known to everyone in Douluo Continent.

In addition, when he was studying at Shrek Academy, he had seen the dozen or so statues in the academy square, so he was naturally familiar with the other person's appearance.

The man in front of him was the "Sausage Specialist" of the past, and now Oscar the God of Cookery. Unexpectedly, the first one he bumped into was this big fish. As Tang San's sworn brother, he must know a lot of secrets of the God Realm.

"Then I'll use you as a training ground first."

Nan Fusheng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he slapped out with his right palm. When the "steal" power was activated, ripples appeared in the air, and Oscar, who was humming a little tune, suddenly froze, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

In those few seconds of blank mind, Nan Fusheng approached like a ghost, with his fingertips touching the other person's forehead.

"Fool!"

The gray-black divine power seeped into Oscar's sea of ​​consciousness, like a ball of ink staining white rice paper. The eyes of the God of Food suddenly became dull, with a silly smile still hanging on the corners of his mouth, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

Nan Fusheng no longer hesitated, and the God King-level spiritual power surged in like a tide, roughly prying open the opponent's spiritual barrier. His consciousness shuttled through Oscar's ocean of memory, searching for information about the negotiations of the six major divine realms, the black hole breakout plan, and the defense of the divine realm center.

This method of directly reading memories is extremely overbearing. If it were a mortal body, the soul would have been shattered long ago, but Oscar is the body of a god after all.

Nan Fusheng was searching for memory fragments while muttering to himself: Gods have strong mental recovery ability, so they should be able to withstand this shock, right? Anyway, getting the information first is important.

He did not choose to parasitize - this spiritual body was originally the product of cross-border projection, and every bit of consciousness had to be used to the best effect, and could not be wasted on a weakling like Oscar.

Oscar's memory is not that long. Even if all the years after he became a god are included, the time span is only about 170 years.

Among them, more than 120 years were spent in Douluo Continent
After all, one day in the divine world is equal to one year in the underground world.

Nan Fusheng's consciousness shuttled through these memory fragments like a fish, but only picked up some glimmering gravel. He did remember about the turbulence of time and space, the God Realm falling into a black hole, and the communication with other God Realms. But the specific matters discussed were obviously not something that a second-level God like Oscar could know.

"That's right. After all, he is just a second-level god, and a God of Food without any combat power. It is obviously impossible for him to know too many things."

This may also be related to Oscar's personality. He is not good at fighting, and he probably believes that "there are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls", so he doesn't pay much attention to these things.

Of course, Nan Fusheng still gained some information.

"The ruins of the ancient gods, the war of the gods?"

In Oscar's memory, the Douluo God Realm had already established contact with the other six God Realms, and finally decided to use a formation called "Fixing the Soul" as the core to break out of the black hole together.

But after looking at the "Concentrating Spirit Formation", Tang San said that if there is a leader in this formation, the possibility of breaking out of the black hole will increase sharply.

But the gods of the other six realms were no pushovers either, and naturally were unwilling to obey others. In addition, the Douluo Realm was the last to join, so its advantage in dominance was minimal.

But at this time, Seagod Tang San took the initiative to propose a competition, to pit the Douluo God Realm against the other six God Realms, in order to confirm the dominance.

The other six people in the God Realm were naturally unhappy when they saw Douluo God Realm was so arrogant that he was going to fight six alone. We are all God Kings, why are you so arrogant!
However, due to the imminent danger of the black hole, the other six gods quickly agreed to this proposal after a brief discussion.

Douluo God Realm VS the other six God Realms!

The location was set at a place called the Ancient God Ruins. Each side would send five people and one substitute to decide the winner at the ruins.

Both sides are currently in the preparation stage and the fight has not started yet.

"Can the Calming Spirit Formation break out of the black hole?"

Nan Fusheng glanced at the unconscious Oscar in his hand, and suddenly raised his hand and a green light hit his forehead - the God King-level mental shock was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, directly shattering the defensive barriers in the sea of ​​consciousness of this God of Food.

Oscar groaned, and his body fell limp like a puppet with its strings cut, with strands of golden divine blood oozing out of his seven orifices.

Nan Fusheng suppressed his murderous intent. He didn't want to cause any trouble for the time being - killing a second-level god might not alert the central authority, but if it triggered a chain reaction, the gain would be counterproductive.

"I'll borrow your identity first, then steal it!"

He flicked his fingers, and the "stealing" power from the thief wrapped around Oscar's body like a spider web.

In an instant, the golden halo of the God of Food's throne, the thread of fate belonging to Oscar, and even some of his authority and laws as a second-level deity were forcibly stripped away.

Nan Fusheng could clearly sense that when Oscar's "marks of existence" were integrated into his own body, his projected spiritual body became more solid, and even the shadow of the God of Food's Seal vaguely emerged between his eyebrows.

Oscar, who had lost the mark of his origin, quickly wilted like a punctured balloon, and the transparency of his body increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he would dissipate in the wind of the divine realm at any time.

Nan Fusheng dragged the unconscious Oscar to the shadow in the corner of the palace. After the power of destiny was stripped away, his body was showing a translucent glass texture, and the pattern of the God of Food on his robe also dimmed into an almost invisible glow.

He traced Oscar's brow with his fingertips, confirming that the "stealing" power had completely anchored the thread of their fate. Even if Ning Rongrong came in person, in the cognition of the law of fate, the other party would only think that Nan Fusheng was the real "Oscar".

"Not yet, I still need a body."

Nan Fusheng looked at his spiritual body, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the nine-colored fairy spirit around him gathered in response, like clay being kneaded by invisible hands, quickly taking shape.

This is an ability that evolved from the fifth soul skill: Inorganic Reincarnation. As Nan Fusheng's cultivation level improves, the upper limit of this soul skill is gradually rising.

Not to mention, after stealing Oscar's position as the God of Cookery, he himself can be considered a god.

With the power of gods, it is very easy to reshape a body.

He moved the joints of his new body, listening to the crisp crackling of his bones. The memories he gained from searching his soul churned in his mind: Tang San, Huo Yuhao and other top fighters were gathering at the center of the God Realm to stabilize the formation base.

"The center..." Nan Fusheng stroked his chin. That place is not only the core of the divine world, but also the center of the intelligence vortex.

Just as I turned around and was about to leave, I heard a lazy call from the end of the corridor: "Oscar, where are you going?"

Under the shadow of the pillars, a woman in a goose yellow dress walked out. The halo of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda was faintly visible in her hair, and her fingertips, like water lilies, tapped the glazed sachet on her waist. Although she looked angry, she could not hide her nobility between her brows.

The exquisite curves outlined by the long skirt trembled with every breath, and the pearl-like skin glowed with a lustrous luster under the divine light. It was the Nine-Colored Goddess: Ning Rongrong.

She pouted her lips slightly, her glass eyes were filled with anger, and she was holding a gilded food box engraved with the totem of the God of Food. "Yesterday you said you wanted to make me a 'Star Track Glass Pastry', are you planning to go hang out with Boss Dai again?"

Nan Fusheng's heart suddenly tightened, and Oscar's memories of the daily interactions between the couple came flooding back.

He forced himself to curl his lips and imitated Oscar's uniquely cheerful tone in his memory: "My dear Rongrong, look at what you said. I just came out of the God of Cookery's kitchen and came to the Glazed Palace to find you the first thing I did."

As he spoke, he quietly activated his "Fooling" power, mixing the stolen thoughts of the God of Food into his tone. At the same time, he mobilized the divine essence in his new body and condensed a faint aroma of grilled sausages in his palms - that was Oscar's usual trick to coax his wife.

Sure enough, the tip of Ning Rongrong's nose twitched slightly, and the doubt in her glass eyes faded a little, but the shadow of the Nine Treasures Glass Tower was still flickering deep in her pupils, like an invisible scanning beam.

"You still have a conscience," she finally stepped forward and naturally took his arm, the warmth of her fingertips coming through the divine robe.

"But let me make this clear first. If you make another 'Thunder Sausage' that explodes, I will lock you up in the Glazed Divine Light Shield for three days!"

She shook her other hand, and the outline of half a glazed tower had already formed at her fingertips. The glittering tower body exuded an unquestionable threat.

"I must get rid of her as soon as possible." Nan Fusheng thought to himself. Although he had stolen Oscar's identity, it also had its drawbacks. That was that he could not do anything too abnormal.

Otherwise, even if fate covers it up, people will still notice that something is wrong.

Given Oscar's infatuation with Ning Rongrong, he would definitely not want to leave her if she entangled him. Therefore, he had to weave a lie that was in line with the God of Cookery's personality and could escape.

"Hurry up and get started, my super brain!" Soon, an idea came to his mind.

Nan Fusheng smiled slightly and said, "Rongrong, don't worry. I swear on my throne as the God of Food that this time it will definitely be a subversive delicacy that you have never tasted before."

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at him and said, "Isn't this some new type of grilled sausage?"

"No, no," Nan Fusheng shook his head mysteriously, "The name of this dish is milk ice cream banana."

"Ah? This isn't some weird dark cuisine."

"Don't worry, Rongrong, this thing will definitely make you want to eat more after you finish it."

"really?"

"Of course, follow me into the Glass Palace, and I will personally demonstrate the 'special way to taste' this dish."

As the glazed palace door slowly closed behind him, Ning Rongrong's shocked and embarrassed voice suddenly rang out from inside the palace: "Oscar, what are you doing! It's still daytime, and didn't you say you wanted to try some new dishes?"

Before he could finish his words, there was the sound of clothes tearing.

Nan Fusheng whispered in her ear: "This new product is a little special. It needs my newly developed 'Direct Nutrition Infusion Method' to achieve the best effect."

"Direct nutrient infusion? What is that?" Ning Rongrong's voice was filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible panic, but her body relaxed its guard because of the habitual intimacy in Oscar's memory.

"That's right," Nan Fusheng said as he prepared a lie to calm her down. "This dish is a blend of the Arctic Ice Marrow and the lotion of the Tree of Life. It has such high nutritional value that even the Divine Essence can hardly absorb it directly."

His fingertips traced the divine pattern on her waist, and his tone was as solemn as if he was explaining a divine recipe, "It must be absorbed through the special glands of the rectal mucosa to prevent the energy from running away. Rongrong, relax, your husband will show you now."

Amid Ning Rongrong's half-hearted and coquettish voice, Nan Fusheng began to teach her what direct nutrition infusion was.

As time went by, Ning Rongrong's voice, which sounded a bit like crying, rang out: "Oscar, stop it quickly, it's not working there."

But Nan Fusheng would never listen to her because he was not the real Oscar.

(End of this chapter)