Douluo Continent: So What If I Reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 474 Two Soul Bones Over 70,000 Years Old

Ning Rongrong has been back in Hanhai City for several days, and the day of the auction is getting closer and closer.

Because of the appearance of an important soul tool, many soul masters and even some soul douluos have gathered in Hanhai City.

After all, even if you can't use a soul tool yourself, the younger generation can.

Especially for support Soul Masters, which support Soul Master doesn't want to be able to both attack and heal?

During this time, Ning Rongrong had been thinking about how to get Ning Fengzhi to relent.

Even if you build a tower for yourself, no matter what you say about Contra or something, compared to a Title Douluo, it's still far inferior.

Ning Rongrong had a high opinion of Lou Gao. If he had the strength of a Title Douluo, given time, he might actually be able to create a god-slaying weapon like in the later Douluo series.

It's better to be prepared than not. No one knows if the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will later clash with certain gods in the divine realm.

Taking advantage of the large group of gods in the divine realm, we should reinforce the seal on the Golden Dragon King and increase our strength as soon as possible; that is the right path.

"I suppose Qian Renxue thinks the same way!" Ning Rongrong speculated.

Currently, Qian Renxue is either in seclusion at the Spirit Hall or in the Star Dou Great Forest.

"I'm still a bit behind the Limit Douluo level." Ning Rongrong shook her head and sighed.

In reality, the ultimate realm roughly balances strength within the range of level 95.

The ability to contend with the Limit Douluo in a short time is due to skill.

To truly contend with, or even defeat, a Limit Douluo, one would probably need to reach the second level of the Supreme Realm.

That is, the second level of the four poles.

It's equivalent to the second realm of the Four Extremes that he unexpectedly entered when he had an epiphany in the City of Slaughter.

Skill, strength, energy, and mind.

The situation with Kurumi Tokisaki, excluding that state, is actually very complicated and the burden is not easy. It can only be used as a trump card.

"I've made up my mind. I'll find a way to reach the pinnacle of my heart."

The so-called ultimate state of mind is the state of having no thoughts or ideas, the state of having an empty mind when one first realizes enlightenment.

"Knock knock knock!"

The sudden sound pulled Ning Rongrong back to reality, and she looked toward the door.

"Rongrong, may I come in?"

"Big brother, what's the matter?" Ning Rong frowned slightly and glanced out the window.

It's already night, what are you doing here at 11 or 12 at night, a lone man and woman?

"Two people came this afternoon and put two items up for auction, but I can't determine their appraised value. They seem to be quite extraordinary."

"This..." Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment.

Ning Yun, aren't you afraid I'll sideline you?

As your younger sister, I try my best not to interfere in your affairs, just in case you misunderstand.

"Come in. I just finished my training, so there's nothing inconvenient about it."

The door creaked and groaned.

Ning Tian, ​​carrying his storage soul tool, strode into the room where Ning Rongrong was.

Ning Rongrong smoothed her bangs and teased, "What problem can't the Grand Steward Ning of our Hanhai City Nine Treasures Chamber of Commerce decide?"

"It's two soul bones." Ning Yun didn't care about Ning Rongrong's tone and plopped down in the chair next to the empty seat in front of him.

"In the afternoon, two people brought two soul bones that were over 7 years old, saying they wanted to auction them off."

"A soul bone at least 70,000 years old?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed in astonishment. "Why aren't you keeping this for yourself? You're auctioning it off?"

This isn't the era of Douluo Dalu Sect, ten thousand years from now!

Soul bones are incredibly valuable at this time, truly treasures of the Blood River.

Despite Ning Rongrong's extensive contact with numerous soul bones, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is the wealthiest and most prestigious sect in the world.

Besides, these are two soul bones that are over 70,000 years old. Why would they sell them instead of keeping them?

Even if you don't need it, it's still warm to hug while sleeping!

"Forehead……"

Holding it while sleeping feels a bit creepy, kind of like holding an urn containing ashes.

"What kind of soul bone is it? Show it to me."

Upon hearing Ning Rongrong's question, Ning Yun nodded, and the bracelet-shaped soul tool flickered slightly.

Two collectibles, one radiating blue and the other white, exuding an artistic aura, appeared on the table.

It lay there quietly, emitting a faint aura.

"The two soul bones are indeed 70,000 years old, but I can't identify their specific attributes and skills."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has the ability to appraise treasures, but it is still far from Ning Rongrong's skill, which is like opening an appraisal. It can only roughly determine the attribute type.

Because he felt his judgment might not be accurate, Ning Yun simply said he couldn't tell. He was just a minor Soul King, and this kind of Soul Bone was too high-end.

Ning Rongrong's dark brown eyes had a hint of an unusual color flashing in her pupils.

Information about the two soul bones immediately appeared in his mind.

"The right arm bone of a 72000-year-old deep-sea monster. When used, it transforms the right arm into tentacles, deeply entangling the target enemy, rendering them unable to move, and absorbing their soul power."

Eww~ What an evil spirit beast.

This kind of soul skill, which magical girls "love" the most, actually exists, and it even absorbs mana.

What kind of gentleman is this guy who sells these soul bones?!

Ning Rongrong dispersed some of the information in her mind and turned to look at the pale head bone that was floating around.

"The skull of a 79000-year-old deep-sea mirage possesses the skill of finely controlling one's mental power, which lasts for a period of time while reducing the consumption of soul power and mental power."

"This soul bone..." Ning Rongrong gasped.

Ning Fengzhi seems usable!

Although it doesn't have many miscellaneous abilities, it has mental control and reduces soul power consumption, which is equivalent to enhancing the effect of distraction control.

Pry open Ning Fengzhi's head, take out the Illusionary Wisdom Skull, and put this piece in instead?

Ning Rongrong ultimately rejected the proposal.

In reality, once you reach the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, assisting a Title Douluo doesn't consume much soul power or mental energy at all; it's ultimately just icing on the cake, and its effect is even less than that of the Soul Bone of the Illusionary Realm.

Ning Fengzhi didn't need it, and he himself had no need to use a soul bone.

that……

Tall building!

By the way, crafting soul tools is a delicate task!

Lou Gao is a man who forgets to eat and sleep whenever he gets into work mode. Having this soul bone is indeed a good thing. It's a soul bone that's nearly 80,000 years old and should be able to improve Lou Gao's strength a bit.

With that thought in mind, Ning Rongrong snapped out of her reverie.

"call--"

After exhaling a breath of stale air, Ning Rongrong placed her hands together in front of her, interlacing her fingers, and told Ning Yun about the age and skills of the two soul bones.

Silence, long silence.

"Leaving aside the first soul bone, the skull of the deep-sea mirage demon," Ning Yun tapped the table with his finger, "will also have some effect on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"Rongrong, do you need it?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong shook her head: "You should have heard from your father that my cultivation method is different from that of a Soul Master, so I don't need Soul Bones."

"I remember my father, I think he had a piece of his skull!"

"Yeah, without a skull, a person dies." Ning Rongrong nodded blankly.

"I meant the head bone, not the actual skull!"

Ning Yun's forehead was covered in black lines, and he was speechless.

(End of this chapter)