Douluo Continent: I, the world's greatest immortal master, have taken Ning Rongrong as my disci

Chapter 342 Missile Bombardment of Ning Rongrong, Flying Through the Stars to Meet the Teacher
"and many more!"

"What furnace or cauldron?"

What stockings?

“You don’t seem to treat me like an outsider, but you don’t treat me like a human being either.”

What do you mean by licking? What do you mean by tasting? Where do you want to taste it?
Are they trying to groom me to be a lapdog?

Su Ran's mind was buzzing. So even gods have such intense carnal desires. How pathetic and lamentable.

……

Meanwhile, the Rakshasa Goddess and the Angel Goddess were arguing and then started fighting over who would get Su Ran.

In the starry sky, the Rakshasa goddess, wielding a giant scythe, clashed fiercely with the Angel goddess.

The Rakshasa Goddess's sinister gaze swept over Su Ran's peerless figure, instantly boosting her combat power.

In order to take this exquisite furnace away, we must kill the angel today!
Only by killing the angel can one be killed.

However, just as the two gods were locked in a fierce battle, each determined to give an inch and fight to the death, they found themselves locked in a desperate struggle.

The power unleashed by the two first-level main gods caused the surrounding nebulae to tremble, leading to meteorological changes on Douluo Star.

Looking up from the Douluo Continent, one could see lead-gray clouds churning in the sky like boiling ink, the clouds so low they seemed to be crushing the spine of the entire continent.

Countless jagged cracks appeared in the sky, and the lightning, like a wildly dancing python, sometimes transformed into tree-like branches that tore through the sky, and sometimes condensed into ball-shaped lightning that rolled between the clouds, making the entire sky look like amber soaked in blood, with a suffocating dark red hue.

Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent were all baffled by this strange celestial phenomenon, wondering what kind of tantrum the heavens were throwing this time.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

However, a very small number of Soul Masters could faintly sense the fluctuations in the aura above the sky.

Qian Daoliu stood atop the Spirit Hall's main hall, hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the cloud-covered sky. His gaze sharpened as he noticed a ray of holy light piercing through a gap in the clouds, and his expression changed.
"Such powerful turbulence, it seems to carry the aura of the angel god."

"Could it be... Xue'er, Xue'er, come out quickly! Could it be that the Angel God has finally shown himself to inherit your divine position?!"

A thousand streams call for the Way.

Inside the hall, a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a long gold and white gown, with the emblem of Peach Blossom Paradise on her chest, leaped out. The angelic power of light in her palm resonated with the holy light above the dark clouds.

A long-lost smile appeared on Qian Renxue's face. She immediately knelt on one knee and prayed to the light shining through the narrow crevice:
"Your Holiness Angel God, I am your chosen one. I am ready to pass the Nine Trials of the Angels. Please, Your Holiness Angel God, bestow your inheritance."

There was only the sound of thunder in the sky, not the divine voice of angels or gods.

Qian Renxue bit her lip, ten wings sprouted from her back, and she soared into the sky, tearing apart a patch of dark clouds.

She cultivated the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Technique, and with the addition of the Divine Demon Elixir she had taken, combined with her innate divine body, she progressed rapidly in just a few years, overcoming no bottlenecks and breaking through the title realm. She continued to advance without daring to relax.

Like her fellow disciples, she was very worried about her teacher's situation ever since she learned that he had ascended to heaven after meeting with the Asura God and the Sea God and had not returned for a long time. She believed that only by becoming a god herself could she go and find her teacher.

Qian Renxue flew away, followed closely by Qian Daoliu and the other worshippers. Before long, they had reached an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

The air here is thin and the temperature is extremely low. Tens of thousands of meters above, looking back, stepping on the clouds, the thunder is deafening, and the blood vessels in their bodies begin to rupture. Even Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu began to struggle and felt a sense of awe.

Looking closely, one could see several figures in the lower layer of clouds. They were none other than Senior Sister Ning Rongrong, Senior Sister Zhu Zhuqing, and Meng Yiran, as well as a figure that resembled a grandmaster and moved with the agility of a dragon. It was none other than Teacher Dong from Peach Blossom Academy.

Qian Renxue slightly cupped her hands in greeting:
"Senior sisters, what are you all doing here?"

"We could sense the teacher's presence; it was peach blossoms. The teacher must be outside, but we couldn't get up there."

Meng Yiran carries a soul-guided jetpack and, combined with her movement techniques, can move at an altitude of ten thousand meters, but entering the starry sky is impossible for her.

"teacher……"

Upon hearing these two words, Qian Renxue's expression turned sorrowful, but her eyes quickly changed drastically:
"Could it be that the teacher is at war with the angels, which is why this strange phenomenon in the starry sky is happening?"

"I don't deny that possibility, but it wasn't just the aura of the angel god above; I also sensed the power of the Rakshasa..."

Bibi Dong spoke at this moment, glancing indifferently at Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, while maintaining a certain distance from them.

"Teacher... how could you have fallen out with the angels and Rakshasa? Could it be because of us?" Qian Renxue was exceptionally intelligent. With a little thought, she guessed that the matter of her cultivating the Fallen Angel's Technique had not yet come to an end. That was why the Angel God disliked her and refused to give her the final test.

“Guessing is no substitute for seeing it with your own eyes,” Ning Rongrong said through gritted teeth.

“The problem is that we simply cannot pass through that energy layer. Going any higher, we will have to endure immense pressure, difficulty breathing, and our bodies will rapidly deteriorate until we can no longer withstand it, putting our lives in danger,” Zhu Zhuqing said.

They longed to break through the atmospheric barrier and reach the stars, but this was beyond the reach of mortal bodies.

But at that moment, Senior Sister Ning Rongrong spoke up:
"I can."

"Let me go."

Ning Rongrong firmly stated:

"My Nine-fold Golden Bell is indestructible. I have cultivated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, and my blood vessels and bones have reached the point of silver bones and silver blood. My physical body is sufficient to withstand the pressure of the starry sky for a period of time."

"But my flying ability and lightness skills are not enough to support me to reach such a high position, not to mention the energy turbulence layer caused by the Angel God and the Rakshasa God."

"I have a way, but it's a bit dangerous. Senior Sister Rongrong, would you be willing to give it a try?"

Meng Yiran thought for a moment and then spoke.

All eyes turned to her instantly, and Ning Rongrong nodded:

"At this point, just say it directly."

Meng Yiran explained her method:
“My teacher used nuclear bombs before, and I have been researching them all these years. Using the remaining ammunition from my teacher, I developed a missile with slightly less power.”

"It just so happens that Junior Sister Huo Wu and Junior Brother Huo Wushuang have cultivated the highly explosive fire fusion and fire fission techniques, which can be used as energy to ignite the explosion."

"Then, all we need to do is tie Senior Sister Rongrong to my missile, and have Junior Sister Qian and other Soul Masters who are proficient in lightness skills and flight set up the turret on a high-altitude platform, and have Junior Sister Huowu and the others detonate it, and the missile will carry Senior Sister Rongrong into the starry sky."

"However, if this method is used, and the missile enters space and collides with a star, it could very likely explode, which would put Senior Sister Rongrong in danger."

Meng Yiran was somewhat worried.

Ning Rongrong did not hesitate at all:
"Yiran, let's do it your way! My Golden Bell Shield can withstand it. At most, I'll be injured, but I won't die. And Junior Sister Ye will save me then, so I'm not afraid!"

……

hum!
hum!
Thunder rumbled and dark clouds rolled in.

A missile base was held back by several top-tier Soul Masters, including Qian Renxue, Qian Daoliu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Bibi Dong.

Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang mobilized all their fire-attribute energy and instantly detonated it in the base reactor.

There was a bang.

A huge mushroom cloud appeared in the sky, even shaking off the remaining divine power of the two gods.

The terrifying recoil force sent Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong crashing down uncontrollably, their arms broken and their bodies injured!

With a quick "biu~",

Ning Rongrong screamed in shock. Although she was prepared, she was still terrified when she was actually launched, and her beautiful hair was completely disheveled.

The speed was incredibly fast; to them, it was like teleportation, passing through the clouds, skimming over lightning, and flying straight into space.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

This is what the starry sky looks like.

Ning Rongrong stared blankly, stunned.

She never dreamed that one day she would fly into the sky in such a way...

……

(End of this chapter)