Douluo: So what if I reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

Abyssal plane.

The Abyss Saint King spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"My strength has been declining." Leaning against the huge stone pillar, the handsome face of the Abyss Saint King was extremely pale, as if it was painted with a layer of white lime.

"Damn natives..."

"Wow, puff——"

Spit out several more mouthfuls of blood, and the body's breath weakened again.

"Saint King..."

The seven quasi-god-level Abyss Emperors showed worried expressions on their faces.

The Abyss Saint King did not answer any of their words, but the seven Abyss Emperors, feeling that the Abyss Saint King was in a worse state, all turned pale.

The Abyss Saint King was the most proud child of His Majesty, the peerless strongman who had the most hope of impacting the God King level, and now...

Everyone dared not think about it anymore.

A bloody light rushed out from the dark and gloomy portal.

"Mother..."

The Abyss Saint wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth of the Crimson Mother, and her voice was cold,

"I failed. She is more difficult to deal with than I thought."

Glancing at the Abyss passage that was constantly collapsing, his eyes turned to the Abyss Saint, whose aura had dropped from the first-level god to the third-level god.

"If I could break through to the God King, I might be able to save you, but now..."

The Crimson Mother shook her head.

"Haha, hahahaha!" Seeing this, the Abyss Saint suddenly laughed and his injuries became more serious.

"If you peck at birds all day, you will be pecked by birds one day."

Around the Abyss Saint, black and red smoke came out.

"Wait, what are you going to do!" The Crimson Mother's face changed slightly.

"Mother, I can't live anymore." The Abyss Saint laughed crazily.

"My past is frozen, and the past time and space are cut off. Instead of dying like this, I might as well become your strength."

"My strength has decreased, but I am still a first-level god in essence. If I wait any longer."

"Mother, you will avenge me!" The Abyss Saint said sincerely.

The Crimson Mother was silent, her blood-red hair fluttering gently, and she sighed: "Yes, you are my child, I will completely devour the Douluo plane, even that Ning Rongrong."

"Okay, okay, in this case, the child will be relieved."

The majestic body of the first-level god began to collapse little by little, emitting a terrifying pressure.

Waves of rules poured down.

"Return to the origin-the demon disintegrates."

The body of the Abyss Saint turned into red mist, and then into a ball of liquid.

The liquid was wrapped with mysterious rules, as if it was some kind of tonic. The huge blood flowed and sank into the body of the Crimson Mother at a very fast speed, like a stream converging into the river.

In a moment, the slightly disordered breath on the Crimson Mother was quickly repaired, and the breath was several points stronger than before.

The Crimson Mother slowly opened her eyes, and a hint of coldness flashed across her blood-red eyes:

"The Abyss Plane doesn't need to exist anymore, you guys go to hell too!"

The Crimson Mother suddenly opened her palms, and the mysterious rules surrounded her.

Suddenly, five of the seven Abyss Saints found that they had lost control of their bodies.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" The Demon Emperor felt uneasy, especially when facing the bottomless depths of the Crimson Mother, and couldn't help but tremble.

"It's not good to protect the Saint Lord, why do we keep you trash?"

"Wait..."

Before the five Abyss Emperors finished their words, their bodies suddenly exploded, and their rapidly exploding bodies gathered into a ball of blood and energy, which merged into the body of the Abyss Mother at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It still doesn't work, there is still a distance."

The Crimson Mother looked up at the two Abyss Emperors who had never been to the Douluo plane.

The two emperors trembled suddenly.

Immediately straightened their posture, fearing that they would become the blood food of the Crimson Mother.

"Emperor Tianniu, Black Emperor, do you have any opinions on what I just did?"

The Crimson Mother said coldly.

"No, absolutely not."

The two quasi-god-level emperors shook their heads like rattles.

"Very good, the Abyss Plane occupies 40% of the energy of the Crimson Plane to which I belong. I will take it back next. There will be no more Abyss Planes in the future, only the Crimson in the Abyss."

"Yes!" The two emperors said in succession.

"I remember that the Emperor of Wisdom is still in the Douluo plane. Let him set up the Blood River formation as soon as possible."

"Hmph, I want to meet the creatures of the Douluo plane in person."

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The Mother of Crimson flicked her sleeves and turned into a stream of light to leave the Abyss plane.

The Emperor of Heavenly Bull and the Black Emperor looked at each other.

"What should I do, brother?" The Emperor of Heavenly Bull had just become the mount of the Saint Lord of the Abyss, and his ranking was still the lowest among the ten emperors. Although the Black Emperor was almost the same, he had a long seniority!

"Find a way to contact the Emperor of Wisdom. What can I do? He wants to do it himself. We can only prepare as much as possible."

The Black Emperor said helplessly,

"If this thing fails, I'm afraid we will have the same result as the five emperors just now."

This is the Abyss. Although the Mother of the Abyss and the Emperor of the Abyss are mother and son, if it involves interests, it is normal for both sides to fight and turn against each other.

Just now, the Crimson Mother was not sad about the death of the Abyss Saint Lord, but she was angry about losing face and dignity twice in other planes, and she just found an outlet to vent.

So, the five emperors ran into the gun at the same time.

…

Douluo Continent, Xingluo Empire Palace.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on the throne, thinking of the ministers who came to report government affairs, and murmured:

"I don't know where Tang San and Poseidon are going. It seems that I have to make a decision."

Suddenly, Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly.

She turned her head and looked to the left.

The space where she was looking trembled slightly, and a man in a black robe, a leopard mask, and holding an iron chain appeared.

"You are here." The man appeared, and Zhu Zhuqing did not show any surprise.

"Things are almost the same, just your order." The man with the leopard mask pushed the mask on his face and said,

"Don't wait any longer. If you continue, when the Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall in the Far North comes back, even if I am added, there will be no hope."

"Hu——" Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath and slowly stood up. The black luster in her right hand condensed little by little, and after a few seconds it turned into a sickle that was almost the same height as her.

"Then do as you say!" Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, "Complete the formation as soon as possible. To be honest, I don't believe you."

"Haha, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but do you have a choice now?"

The leopard mask black robe smiled coldly.

After saying this, he turned into a black smoke and disappeared in the hall.

After a moment, Zhu Zhuqing sighed and murmured: "Tang San, you can even kill the Sea God. I, who have offended you, will probably not be an exception."

"But you are also the God Tester of the Inheritor Level 1 God. You can't just let you control it at will."

While speaking, the Nether Spirit Cat Martial Spirit attached to his body.

After absorbing the souls of the soldiers who died in the war against the Tiandou Empire twice.

Zhu Zhuqing's strength has reached level 95, and with the increase of the God Test, the soul ring has become three purple, five black and one red.