"Of course, it's such a good thing to be the wife of the President of the United States. Why wouldn't I cooperate?"
Ling Yun suddenly smiled, and she smiled very happily.
She thought that she would definitely die this time because she could not keep her chastity, but now there was a turning point. What bullsh * t the President of the United States, what mysterious and powerful force.
As long as Ding Ning knew her situation, these guys would all die miserably. She was just pretending to be courteous. Why not?
"Uh!"
In the end, Ling Yun still underestimated Williams's intelligence. Just when she thought she had succeeded, Williams suddenly knocked her out and said in a low voice, "Kerry, bring her back tonight."
"Yes, sir."
The sniper who came back to life before answered expressionlessly, walked into the room, carried the unconscious Ling Yun on his back, and left quickly.
Williams waved his hand, and two biochemical soldiers rushed into the room. They took out a syringe and injected it into the bodies of the two fainted girls, and then carried them into the room.
…
The night in Ninghai was brightly lit. There were few pedestrians on the street, but the traffic was endless.
Although it was a prosperous international metropolis, no one could see that someone was flying fast in the sky above their heads.
Ding Ning, who received a call from Anna and learned that the biochemical soldiers actually settled in No.17 of the Banwan Villa, had a strong uneasiness in his heart, and immediately called Ling Yun.
However, the phone was answered by Ling Fei, who said that Ling Yun had gone out at some time and did not even bring her mobile phone, which made him more and more uneasy. However, in order to avoid Ling Fei's worry, he could only pretend that nothing happened and immediately flew to the Banwan Villa.
"Come out."
Ding Ning, who was flying fast, suddenly stopped and floated in the air, staring at the empty night sky and said coldly.
"Hey, you can actually see through the invisibility of the Night Cloak. You really have some skills. No wonder the whole family of the good-for-nothing No.7 was annihilated."
With a slightly surprised voice, one, two, three … a total of twelve figures quietly appeared.
There were men and women among the twelve figures, and all of them exuded a powerful aura. They stared at Ding Ning expressionlessly, as though they were looking at a dead man.
The leader was a young man in his early thirties. His gray hair was extremely dazzling, and his whole body was overflowing with a gloomy and cold aura. He looked Ding Ning up and down with an arrogant look on his face. With a disdainful smile, he said sarcastically, "I thought there was a great figure in the secular world, but it turns out that he is just a Demigod. The seventh is defeated by such an ant. What a waste!"
"Get out of the way, or die!"
Ding Ning was burning with anxiety. He had no time to waste with him here. With a cold shout, he directly flew forward.
"Courting death!"
The grey-haired youth's face sank, and he bellowed angrily, "Kill him!"
"Yes, Sir Divine Son."
The eleven God Slaves shouted in unison. Spiritual light flickered in their hands, and all kinds of magic arts were cast toward Ding Ning.
Puff!
With an almost undetectable sound, Ding Ning's figure turned into ashes under the powerful attack.
A hint of fanaticism flashed in the eyes of the grey-haired youth. He laughed proudly and said, "Haha, those guys are so timid. What a bunch of cowards. It seems that the champion of this trial is mine …"
"You talk too much nonsense. You can die now."
Before he finished speaking, Ding Ning's cold voice rang in his ears. He was scared out of his wits, and he leaped forward without hesitation.
"Stay here."
Ding Ning's indifferent voice sounded. His body followed the grey-haired youth like a ghost, and he waved his hand and punched toward the back of the grey-haired youth. The terrifying force even caused ripples in the air.
"Iron Wall!"
Being able to become a divine child, the gray-haired young man was naturally no ordinary person. He knew that he would definitely die if he exposed his back to the enemy. Thus, he suddenly turned around and shouted, forming a spiritual shield in front of him.
Bang!
Unfortunately, his strongest defense, which he had always been proud of, could not withstand a single blow from Ding Ning's fist. It couldn't even block for a moment before it shattered. The fist rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.
The grey-haired youth was scared out of his wits. He raised his arms to protect his head, and the fist smashed firmly on his arms. A terrifying force came, and with a crack, his bones were broken and his tendons were snapped. He was sent flying backward, and he spat out blood in the air.
"Kill!"
The eleven Divine Slaves, who had come back to their senses, turned pale with fright. They shouted in unison and attacked Ding Ning at the same time.
"You're courting death!"
Ding Ning's figure flashed, leaving several afterimages in the air, and he instantly killed his way into the crowd. Blood splattered, and screams rang out incessantly. In the blink of an eye, all eleven Divine Slaves were seriously injured, and they couldn't even keep floating in the air.
They fell from the sky like dumplings.
"Go to hell."
A gloomy voice suddenly sounded, and the terrifying sound of something tearing through the air whistled toward the center of Ding Ning's back.
Unexpectedly, Ding Ning seemed to have expected it. He ignored the inertia at a speed that defied the laws of physics. He suddenly turned around and punched out heavily.
There was a loud bang.
An old man shrouded in a grey robe was forcibly knocked back more than ten steps in the air before he could stabilize his body.
The grey-robed man's aged face revealed a shocked expression. He stared at Ding Ning and said in disbelief, "You've already discovered me?"
"Humph, look at your big beard. You must have broken through to the pericelestial stage very late. You should be the one with the worst talent among the Death God Guards."
Ding Ning glanced at the night sky in the distance, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and sneered mockingly.
The grey-haired youth had just escaped from death, and he stared at Ding Ning's figure in terror. He suddenly understood why the other Divine Sons weren't in a hurry to attack. It turned out that they were treating him as a pathfinder. It was laughable that he had previously mocked them for being overcautious and overcautious.
He had even been complacent that he had picked up a great bargain this time and monopolized the first place in this trial. Now it seemed that he had always been the stupidest one.
The grey-robed man's biggest pain was hit by Ding Ning's words. His aged face twisted, and a violent aura was suddenly released from his body. He said coldly and angrily, "No matter how bad my talent is, I'm still in the pericelestial stage. Today, I'll show you the power of the pericelestial stage. Everything in the world, listen to my command. Endless Yin Vortex, Devour Souls."
As the grey-robed man shouted in a low voice, the space within a ten-meter radius around him began to boil like boiling water. In the blink of an eye, countless air vortexes were formed, revolving crazily around Ding Ning.
Ding Ning was shocked to find that the vortexes actually gave rise to a strong tearing force. The blood in his body actually wanted to leave his body uncontrollably and enter the vortexes that were spinning crazily.
Although he tried his best to suppress it and could barely stop the blood from leaving his body, the qi and blood in his body were surging, making him unable to move at all. His exposed skin was as red as blood, and it looked extremely frightening.
Fortunately, the grey-robed man seemed to have a hard time using this kind of technique. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he wholeheartedly controlled the air vortexes.
In the distant night sky, handsome young men and women in ancient clothes floated in the air in groups of three to five, watching this scene from afar.
A green-robed man with five golden patterns embroidered on his lapel said regretfully, "I thought the trial target would be very powerful. I didn't expect that the God Eight Guards could kill him. If I had known earlier, I would have attacked first. Now it's over, the God Eight Guards have taken the lead."
The blue-robed woman beside him, who was wearing an embroidered with five lightning bolts, smiled and said, "Dragon Fifth, you think too much. Don't forget, the trial target must be killed by the God Sons and Goddesses. The trial doesn't end when the God Guards attack."
"That's right. Moreover, I have a feeling that the guy isn't that simple. We don't know who will be the winner yet, so let's just wait and see."
The black-robed young man with five skulls embroidered on his clothes had his hands behind his back as he stared into the distance.
Ding Yu, who seemed to be powerless to fight back, said calmly.
"Tsk! Although the God Eight Guards aren't talented, they've been at the pericelestial stage for many years. Even among the God Guards from the three halls, they're ranked at the top, "Dragon Fifth said proudly.
"He's just an ant in the secular world, yet he has such a cultivation base and can fight the God Guards until now. He's considered a rare genius."
"So what if he's a genius? Only those who can grow are geniuses. Since ancient times, there have been many geniuses who died halfway. "
Thunder Fifth said casually, "I don't care if the trial target is a genius or not. I'm only concerned about what happens to the trial mission if the God Eight Guards kill him."
"There's no need for us to worry. The three Hall Masters will decide. God Eight was almost killed by the trial target, and the God Eight Guards were forced to attack. They've lost their right to fight," Thunder Fifth said calmly.
Dragon Fifth nodded and said with a smile, "That makes sense.
After all, this is the trial for the Son of God. It's already embarrassing for the God Guards to save their lives. It's inevitable that they'll lose their right to participate in the trial. "
Such conversations were not limited to just one place. They happened in every corner where the God Princes and Goddesses gathered.
What was interesting was that the God Princes and Goddesses of the three great palaces gathered according to their ranks. The No.1 God Prince would only talk to the No.1 God Prince and would not even bother to look at the No.2 God Prince. The No.2 God Prince would never try to strike up a conversation with the No.1 God Prince. The hierarchy was strict and distinct.
The only exception might be the No.1 Goddess of the Dragon God Shrine. She had always been alone, and even the No.1 God Prince of the Thunder God Shrine and the Grim Reaper Shrine didn't dare to get close to her.
She was the No.1 Goddess of the Dragon God Shrine. Even the God Guards were no match for her. It was said that she had gained the right to enter the inner palace. She was there to guard the trial and prevent the God Princes who came to participate in the trial from repeating the same mistake and being killed by the mysterious Paradise Island.
"Interesting."
Ding Ning suddenly murmured in a low voice. His eyes were shining, which made the God Eight Guard, who had been controlling the air vortexes with great effort, feel suspicious. Could it be that this guy still had some tricks up his sleeves?
Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard a shout, "Break for me!"
The God Eight Guard was shocked to find that the air vortexes had suddenly lost control and were rushing toward him. The terrifying suction force made the blood in his body boil. In an instant, his skin burst open and he was sucked into the vortexes.
"How is this possible?"
The Eight Divine Guards involuntarily let out horrified cries.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to get the answer. With the crazy loss of blood, the countless air vortexes quickly merged into one and turned into a huge blood-red vortex. He didn't even have time to scream before he was sucked into it and was crushed into pieces. He turned into a cloud of blood mist.
"What happened?"
The divine sons and daughters who were watching from afar all looked at each other in astonishment. They did not know what had happened. This was because in their consciousness, Ding Ning, God Eight, and the others, as well as the divine guards, were all shrouded by a thick blood-colored mist and had disappeared.
"Long Yi, you …"
Shen Yi was about to ask Long Yi, but he suddenly found that Long Yi had disappeared from where he was and appeared next to that cloud of thick blood mist. He couldn't help but be shocked.
He couldn't help but feel depressed. Long Yi was indeed Long Yi. He was clearly in front of him, but he didn't even know when he left.
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