Ding Ning couldn't be bothered to waste words with this guy. He said expressionlessly, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, we can start anytime."
Long Luo didn't take Ding Ning seriously at all. He shouted excitedly, "Senior Divine Array Master, I know you're listening. I'll take this kid's words as the truth. Don't go back on your word later."
"Stop talking nonsense. You don't have to worry that I won't keep my word. Take this."
Ding Ning said through gritted teeth. He punched Long Luo.
Originally, he had only planned to injure this guy lightly. But now, he decided to make this infuriating guy suffer.
When he punched out, the world seemed to lose its color.
Long Luo's expression changed. He stopped underestimating Ding Ning. A powerful aura suddenly exploded from his body, quickly forming layers of green spirit energy shields in front of him.
A strange look flashed through Ding Ning's eyes. This Long Luo was actually a pericelestial expert. His use of the laws of heaven and earth was already at the level of his own arm.
But so what?
After going through the Fallen Immortal Tribulation, his physical body was already comparable to an immortal expert. If not for the fact that his cultivation was far from enough, he might even be able to condense an immortal bone.
Kacha!
Long Luo watched in horror as the Azure Dragon Shield, which he was so proud of, did not have the slightest bit of resistance against that invincible fist. It was directly destroyed like a dead branch. The remaining force of that fist did not dissipate and went straight for his chest.
Roar!
A strong sense of life and death shrouded his heart, causing him to let out a terrified roar. He almost instinctively took out his strongest defense.
There was a ripping sound.
Long Luo's clothes were torn inch by inch. The muscles all over his body started to expand rapidly. The surface of his skin kept wriggling, and layers of dense green scales appeared. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a human-headed monster covered in green scales.
Dragon God Temple? Dragonman? Snakeman? Or a flood dragon person?
Ding Ning looked at this scene in great surprise. He revealed a thoughtful expression.
Bang!
It was as if Mars had collided with Earth. The violent collision sent out terrifying shock waves that could be seen with the naked eye. Long Luo was sent flying like a discarded rag doll, landing heavily on the ground and creating a deep pit, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.
Rustle!
Long Luo crawled out of the deep pit, his face covered in dirt. The green scales on his body had been forcibly retracted by the terrifying force, and he regained his human form. He stared at Ding Ning in disbelief for a long time. Blood flowed wildly from his mouth, dyeing half his chest red. His aura quickly weakened.
The corner of Ding Ning's mouth twitched. Damn it, he could accept becoming a monster, but now that he had returned to his human form, a big naked man standing there carelessly, it was really an eyesore. In particular, this guy was really rich, which made him feel more and more strange. Expressionlessly, he took out a set of clothes and threw it to him. "You lost."
Long Luo silently put on his clothes and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled bitterly and said, "I underestimated you. Since I'm willing to bet, I'm willing to accept my loss. I'm at your disposal."
"Submit or die."
Long Luo, who had put on his clothes, looked much more pleasing to the eye. He proudly raised his chin at a 45-degree angle, put his hands behind his back, and spoke with the demeanor of an expert.
"The people of the Dragon God Shrine will never surrender to anyone. I choose death."
Long Luo said proudly. Without any fear, he raised his hand and slapped his head.
If this slap landed, his head would definitely be smashed like a broken watermelon.
"You don't keep your word? Didn't you say that you're at my disposal? "
Ding Ning's figure flashed, and his hand grabbed his wrist like an iron hoop. He said in a mocking tone.
Ding Ning felt a sense of appreciation for a tough bone like Long Luo. He could not bear to see him die like this, so he stopped him from committing suicide in time.
Long Luo looked at him deeply. "I did say that I'm at your disposal, but it doesn't mean that I'll submit to you."
"Is it because you're an arrogant dragon?"
The corner of Ding Ning's mouth curled up slightly, and he said meaningfully.
Long Luo was suddenly shocked, but he immediately regained his composure. He lowered his eyes and said, "Whatever you say."
Ding Ning let go of his wrist and snapped his fingers. The divine array changed, and an exit gradually appeared.
Ding Ning pointed at the passageway and said rather disinterestedly, "Go."
Long Luo looked up at him in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.
"You're still not leaving? Maybe I'll change my mind in a while. "
Ding Ning said impatiently.
Only then did Long Luo believe that he really planned to let him go. He solemnly cupped his fists and bowed. "Thank you. I owe you my life. I'll definitely return it to you in the future."
"Get lost."
Ding Ning said impatiently.
Long Luo looked at him deeply, then turned and left without another word.
"Why?"
Xi quietly appeared beside Ding Ning and asked with a puzzled expression.
"He's a dragon, and we're related."
A hint of gentleness flashed across Ding Ning's eyes as he explained indifferently.
"Oh!"
Xi seemed to understand, but he did not continue to ask. He thought that it might be related to the Pikachu in his memory.
However, he did not know that letting Long Luo go was not a whim of Ding Ning. Instead, when he left the Luori Continent, the intermittent old voice suddenly became clear in his memory.
"Primordial … Azure … Blood … Source … Dragon … Please … Thank …"
The original words were: The Primordial Azure Dragon is trying to steal the source of the bloodline. I will manifest a river of blood to help you steal the source of the dragon race. The future of the dragon race is in your hands. To express my gratitude, the descendants of the dragon race will serve you as our master for ten thousand years.
Ding Ning guessed that the old voice must have sensed Long Luo's pure dragon bloodline and was afraid that he would really kill the descendants of the dragon race. That was why it used a method that he could not understand to make the words clear.
This old voice was undoubtedly the ancestor of the dragon race, the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon.
It seemed that even though the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon had fallen tens of thousands of years ago, the continuation of the race was still its greatest obsession.
The dragon race was proud, so how could it be willing to recognize someone as its master? That was why, when he left the Luori Continent, the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon deliberately made the voice intermittent to confuse him.
In reality, it was doing this to set up a trap. If he could not grow to the point where the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon recognized him, then this trap would be useless. But once he reached a certain level, this trap would come into play. The dragon race would recognize him as their master for ten thousand years in exchange for his protection.
In this regard, Ding Ning did not have any aversion. Just as his sister said, he could be used because he had the value to be used.
When it came to the continuation of the dragon race, the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon could not be too cautious. It was understandable that it would play some tricks.
However, it was also because of this that Ding Ning realized that Long Luo was not a simple descendant of the dragon race. He must be hiding a huge secret.
At the very least, to the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon, he was absolutely an important character. Otherwise, it would not have made a bet in advance to protect him.
Yes, it was making a bet.
Ding Ning could vaguely sense that the Chaotic Ancestral Dragon, Su Zhe, Ming Di and Kun Peng's wills, even the Five Elements Martial Spirits and the Western Heaven's Sun God Apollo were all representing a certain faction. They were using his three bloodlines as bait to carry out a shocking game.
This feeling made him very uncomfortable. However, he had been in the game since he was born and did not have the ability to jump out of the chessboard. For the time being, he could only play according to their script.
Although he did not know what their motives were, he had a feeling that the fact that he had so many female confidantes was a form of compensation from these ancient beings.
Be it Xi, Lee Eunhui, his sister, Luo Xue, Zi Que 'er, or He Ling' er, all of them were beauties that could bring calamity to a country.
The fact that they were born in the same era was an incredible thing in itself. If an ordinary person could have any one of them, their ancestors would have to burn incense to thank the gods. Moreover, they were both willing to serve the same husband. No one would believe it if they were to say it out loud.
Ding Ning looked at Xi's beautiful face and took a deep breath. There was an unprecedented determination in his eyes.
So what if it was compensation?
They were the women he loved deeply. This was an unshakable fact.
Even if the road ahead was filled with thorns, even if the ancient beings were using him as a chess piece, even if he had to face unknown terrors in the future, he would have no regrets. There was only one word for him — protect.
He would advance triumphantly, cutting his way through all the thorns, killing all the gods and Buddhas in his way. He would unravel the layers of mystery.
One day, he would jump out of the chessboard, defy the heavens, overturn the earth, and overturn the universe. He would become the master of fate and would never be manipulated by anyone again.
The heart of a strong cultivator continued to condense. Xi's beautiful eyes sparkled as she stared at him. She could sense that he seemed to have changed. There was an indescribable and unique charm emanating from him, causing her to be intoxicated and sink into it.
After understanding his own path, Ding Ning's will was as strong as steel. His entire aura suddenly changed. He became decisive and swift.
He walked through the divine formation one by one. He only asked everyone once, "Submit or die."
Anyone who was unwilling to submit was killed without hesitation. Even the people from the Dragon God Temple were no exception. After all, they were not Long Luo. They did not have the authentic dragon bloodline. It was just that some warriors cultivated the techniques of the Dragon God Temple.
Don't think that he was cruel. The people from the three Godly Temples viewed the mortals as ants. For the sake of special constitutions, they would kill entire families. Which one of their hands was not stained with the blood of the innocent? Every one of them had their own path to death.
The God Guards from the God Temple were also among those who refused to submit. Ding Ning killed them without mercy.
However, it had to be said that the Pericelestial Realm was indeed the Pericelestial Realm. Even though his physical body was comparable to an Immortal Realm expert's, his cultivation realm was still there. The difference in cultivation realm was no joke. After an arduous and bitter battle, he was finally able to kill his opponent with heavy injuries.
Satisfying!
Even though he was heavily injured, Ding Ning still had a smile on his face. That feeling of contentment made him feel unprecedentedly carefree.
After Wen Rourou wiped her tears and applied medicine for him, his injuries had just recovered a little. Then, he continued to enter the divine formation to subdue or kill the people from the God Temple.
In the end, there were a total of 223 people trapped in the God Temple. Other than Long Luo, who was released by him, there were still 222 people.
Among these 222 people, 117 people were killed because they were unwilling to submit. Only 105 people were willing to submit and he planted the Seal of Life and Death on them.
105 people. Including Luo Bingxiu who had already submitted and the bearded man and the scarred man who were trapped in the pavilion in the sky, there were exactly 108 people.
Could it be the Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends? Exactly 108?
Ding Ning thought happily. A hundred and seventy demigods and a pericelestial divine guard had all become his slaves. Such a powerful force was enough for him to dominate the entire martial arts world.
Of course, although he had the strength, he was not interested.
Since he had swallowed the people from the three Godly Temples, he naturally had to be prepared to face the wrath of the three Godly Temples. He did not want to fail miserably.
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