Douluo: Dragon King: Natural God King

Chapter 285 Purple World! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

After Jing Shaoyu introduced the four great soul skills of the Final God-killing Spear to Yun Ming, Yun Ming fell into silence, waved his hand, and let him leave.

So he didn't stay, said goodbye to Yali, and took Naer back to the outer courtyard for class.

Due to the huge change in his temperament, Gu Yue, Xu Xiaoyan, Wu Siduo, Ye Xinglan and Mo Hentian all spontaneously expressed their concern for him, which made the other boys in the office very envious and jealous when they saw it. That's why Xiao Mo is still dressed in men's clothes, otherwise they would only be more envious and jealous.

After the morning classes ended, Jing Shaoyu and the other seven had lunch and then went directly to the Spirit Transmission Tower headquarters.

The purpose of their going to the Spirit Pagoda was simple, which was to increase the age of their own spirit rings. This was also their most important task this semester besides making battle armor.

Because all seven of them have surpassed the Soul Sect realm, they can only choose to enter the intermediate soul-raising platform. The cost of the intermediate soul-raising platform is much lower than that of the primary soul-raising platform. However, because Leng Yaoju is here, and the seven of them are not short of money, they can afford a trip to the soul-raising platform once a week.

What's more, they didn't go together as seven people every time. More often, Jing Shaoyu would go alone with one or two people who needed to upgrade their spirit ring age.

It is rare for seven people to go out together like today.

They stayed in the Spirit Pagoda until night before returning to Shrek Academy. After a simple dinner, they returned to their dormitories.

226 Dormitory.

Jing Shaoyu did not practice dual cultivation with Mo Hentian today, because his aura was a little unstable now. If she practiced dual cultivation with Mo Hentian, it would definitely affect her state of mind.

At this time, he sat cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed, concentrating on consolidating his soul power and realm. With his efforts, his breath gradually became calmer, and his soul power also seemed much docile.

Jing Shaoyu felt very comfortable and his mind was somewhat relaxed. However, at this moment of relaxation, he sensed something unusual.

As expected, his consciousness somehow ended up in an unfamiliar space.

He immediately thought of the Goddess of Life when he was promoted to Soul King. His current situation seemed very similar. This same situation made Jing Shaoyu calm down a lot, and he began to look around this strange space.

In this extremely dark world, Jing Shaoyu could not see any light, and could not even see his own hands, nor could he feel his own body. The darkness around him was so thick that it had no boundaries and was so terrifying.

Jing Shaoyu understood that this boundless darkness and the endless gray outside the source of life were the same substance, both of which had the effect of blocking perception. What he needed to do now was very simple, that was to follow his heart. Follow the direction of his heart, and he would find a way out.

So, he calmed down, closed his eyes and thought, concealed his lustful thoughts and relaxed his inner desires. Soon, a faint white thread appeared in his remaining perception.

Without any hesitation, Jing Shaoyu immediately followed the silk thread and walked forward. The darkness along the way was boundless, and only the silk thread in front of him brought him the only light. The direction of the silk thread was still a dark and lightless place, but his steps were incomparably light.

Last time I met the goddess of life, who will I meet this time? The god of destruction? The god of death? Or the god of punishment?

In short, as long as it is not a pure and innocent god, Jing Shaoyu can accept it.

The white thread in front of his eyes disappeared very abruptly. Before he even had time to think, he was blinded by a ghostly purple light and lost consciousness for a short time.

"Rumble--"

Jing Shaoyu was awakened by the thunder in his ears. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a deep, dark purple everywhere. The distant was a lifeless purple, the nearby was a deathly purple. Above was the purple sky, strange and enchanting, and below was the purple earth, bizarre and absurd.

The plants on the ground are purple, the clouds in the sky are purple, and even the thunder in the sky is flashing with purple lightning.

This is a purple world, filled with the purple of doomsday scenes, desolate, desperate and lifeless.

Any living being that comes to this world will feel oppressed and will feel fear, disgust and aversion from the bottom of their hearts.

However, Jing Shaoyu had no such emotion at all. He was even faintly happy. Such an environment seemed to be the same as a vibrant environment to him. There was no essential difference between the two. Both made his body and soul feel instinctively comfortable.

Jing Shaoyu walked aimlessly on the purple land. From time to time, purple thunders full of destruction would fall around him, striking the purple soil and splashing large and small purple stones. These stones were like lightning in the sky, always falling around him, but never hitting him. I don't know how long I walked, but Jing Shaoyu didn't feel the slightest bit of annoyance when he couldn't sense the speed of time.

A hideous-shaped lake appeared before his eyes. Purple lightning continuously gushed out of the lake. The dark purple water was surging and waves were crashing. It seemed as if countless worlds were shattered and reborn, and then shattered again after being reborn, repeating over and over again in an endless cycle.

From this lake, Jing Shaoyu felt an endless breath of destruction, a limitless desire for destruction, and a boundless sinking of death, as if this was not a lake, but a universe, the original chaos and ignorance.

Jing Shaoyu couldn't help but stare in amazement. He had never imagined that there was such a lake in the world that he didn't know what language to use to describe. He pondered over and over in his mind, but in the end, all he could say were two words: destruction.

"What did you see?" A cold voice sounded in Jing Shaoyu's ears.

"The destruction of the world." Jing Shaoyu didn't notice anything strange and answered subconsciously.

"Anything else?" the cold voice continued to ask.

"There is also the extinction of life, the destruction of order, and the disappearance of laws." Jing Shaoyu also replied.

It was only then that he woke up and immediately turned his head to look towards the source of the cold voice.

He was a young man wearing a purple cloak. He had a heroic appearance and a stern face, and appeared to be in his thirties. His short dark red hair was like steel needles, each strand standing upright with vigor. His eyes were dark red, like two dancing flames, making people dare not look directly at them.

The man's aura was like an unfathomable abyss, terrifying and silent, swallowing up all the gazes that wanted to explore along with the light, without any omission.

Jing Shaoyu was stunned, but the cold man was not. His eyes shot out two rays of light that penetrated everything about Jing Shaoyu, making Jing Shaoyu feel as if everything about him was clearly displayed before his eyes.

"Alas!" The stern man suddenly sighed and said, "You are too weak now. You should wait a little longer."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Jing Shaoyu's response, he just waved his hand with some lack of concern. Suddenly, an extremely heavy pressure surged towards Jing Shaoyu from all directions. Jing Shaoyu didn't even have the desire to think about the meaning of the man's words. He lost consciousness under this horrible pressure.

"How long will it take?" The cold man murmured to himself when Jing Shaoyu couldn't hear him, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his dark red eyes.

"what--"

Jing Shaoyu let out a loud scream and woke up from the bed. He was gasping for breath, his face full of fear and terror. For a moment just now, he felt like he was really going to die.

He really didn't want to experience that kind of horrible pressure again.

"Squad leader, what's wrong with you?" The bedroom door was pushed open, and Mo Hentian walked in with a worried look on her face and asked. She looked at Jing Shaoyu, who was sweating profusely, and her beautiful eyes were full of heartache.

"It's okay, I just had a nightmare." Jing Shaoyu gave Mo Hentian a somewhat forced smile and said.

"Having a nightmare?" Upon hearing this, Mo Hentian walked over quickly, sat on Jing Shaoyu's bed, knelt in front of Jing Shaoyu, then put his arms around Jing Shaoyu's head, pressed it against his chest, and said softly, "Then I'll hold you while you sleep, so you won't have nightmares. This is how my mother held me when I was little."

"..." Jing Shaoyu did not answer, or he did not want to answer, because at this moment, his eyes, his nose, and his mouth were all blocked by a mass of white, soft, fragrant flesh. The pressure that just brought him the fear of death seemed insignificant under the sweet caress at this moment.

"ah--"

He unconsciously wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, then used all his strength to push the defenseless girl down onto the bed. He hugged this soft, boneless, milky body tightly with both hands, and his mind felt an unprecedented peace.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

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