Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Yang Ning: "???"

At this moment, Yang Ning, who was invincible in all dimensions, was filled with question marks.

What happened?

I only blinked, how could that little me have died?

Yang Ning turned to look at Tiandao Xiaohong beside him.

Xiao Hong also looked puzzled and almost cried.

"No, Chengcheng, Chengcheng, how...how did you die?"

"How did those people beat you to death?"

Yang Ning: "..."

"Little Red, which of us is the Heavenly Dao of this world?"

"Are you asking me this?"

Tiandao Xiaohong seemed to only then realize the problem. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Let me see..."

The world's timeline reverses, returning to the moment the battle began.

As the battle progressed, this time, Yang Ning and Xiao Hong saw how little Yang Ning died.

Xiao Yangning grieved in front of Aunt Yang's body.

He burst into tears, not even glancing at the enemies who were vying to take his life.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ning recalled those days—

That year, my mind was in a daze, and all I could see were people who wanted to kill me like wild beasts.

Only after killing everyone did he feel the grief of losing his mother.

Having figured this out, Yang Ning said to Tiandao Xiaohong, "Going back in time, this time I will block his feelings for Yang and his mother, starting directly from the moment I made the bet with him, so that his mind is filled only with cultivation techniques, secret manuals, and spiritual sect scriptures."

Xiao Hong nodded and said, "Okay."

The Battle of Qingqiao has reignited.

This time, Xiao Yangning lasted for ten minutes, killing hundreds of elites in a fit of rage, and then GG.

Yang Ning: "???"

If time could be reversed, Yang Ning would discover that the younger Yang Ning was not proficient in his skills.

Perhaps two and a half years is too short?

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ning said to Xiao Hong, "Let's go back and start over, to preserve his memory of this battle."

"it is good."

The Battle of Qingqiao has reignited once again.

This time, Xiao Yangning lasted five minutes, then killed twenty elites in a fit of rage, and GG.

Yang Ning: "..."

Before Yang Ning could speak, Xiao Hong said, "Because the battle memories from last time were retained, but the enemy's attackers and tactics were different this time, the battle memories were not only useless but also had the opposite effect..."

Yang Ning: "Keep the memories of battle intact, let's continue."

The Battle of Qingqiao broke out once again.

Ten minutes, eighty enemies killed, GG.

Xiao Hongtian said, "This time, this time, oh dear, this child is too stupid! It's clearly the person who hit him the first time, yet he doubts that what he's seeing is a memory in his head..."

Yang Ning remained silent.

He looked at Xiao Hong. "Is he... that stupid?"

Xiao Hong: "..."

"Um, Chengcheng, you're still young, so it's understandable that you make mistakes a few times..."

Yang Ning took another deep breath and said, "Keep the battle memories in mind, and continue."

"it is good."

The Battle of Qingqiao broke out once again.

Nine minutes, 120 kills, GG.

Xiao Hong: "You've killed a few more people, so you could say you've improved, right?"

Yang Ning: "Preserve the battle memories, continue. From now on, I will only say 'continue,' which means the battle memories will be preserved by default."

Xiao Hong: "..."

Sister Tiandao muttered to herself: Judging from this, she has already agreed that it will continue many times?

The Battle of Qingqiao broke out once again.

Seven minutes, fifty kills, GG.

Xiao Hong: "This time it wasn't Xiao Chengcheng's fault! The sect leader intervened this time! Actually, Xiao Chengcheng did a good job!"

Yang Ning nodded silently. "Continue."

The Battle of Qingqiao has broken out once again.

Five minutes, 49 kills, GG.

Little Red Heavenly Dao: "..."

Yang Ning took one deep breath after another.

He took three deep breaths to silently suppress the rising anger in his heart.

This feeling...

Looking at the rest of the world before him, Yang Ning began to understand why some parents were so furious when helping their children with their homework.

He looked around again and said, "Little Red..."

"Huh? Huh?"

At this moment, Little Red Heavenly Dao didn't know what to say.

"Get me a rolling pin."

Yang Ning's voice remained calm, but his anger was clearly rising.

For millions of years, he has remained like a stone statue, with only that almost eternal smile on his face, devoid of the emotions that only humans possess.

Perhaps it was the scene of making a bet with Xiao Yang Ning, perhaps it was the heartache of seeing Aunt Yang lying in a pool of blood, or perhaps it was seeing a familiar scene of being besieged again. In any case, Yang Ning at this moment was more like the Yang Ning before he slew the god.

Rather than that god who sleeps for thousands of years, like a sculpture.

The rolling pin has arrived, and the battle at Qingqiao has erupted once again.

As if sensing the pressure from the void, Xiao Yangning performed exceptionally well this time.

Twenty minutes, 370 kills, GG.

But then...

Eleven minutes, 150 kills, GG.

Nine minutes, 120...

Fifteen minutes, two hundred...

Fourteen minutes...

With each rewind of time, suddenly, "Poof!"

Little Red Heavenly Dao turned its head and saw that Yang Ning, who was watching the battle, was actually laughing out of anger. He laughed several times in a row, the kind of loud laughter with his head thrown back.

In the end, she laughed until tears welled up in her eyes.

Patting his chest, Yang Ning asked with a laugh, "Was I really that stupid back then?"

"What were my records back then?"

Xiao Hong: "In three days and three nights, we killed 30,000 enemies, and their blood stained the mountains of Qingqiao red."

Yang Ning took several deep breaths, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. He waved his hand and said, "I've had a calm mind for tens of thousands of years, but I can't take it this time. I'm going to find somewhere to play for a while. You stay here and watch over things."

Xiao Hong nodded: "Okay."

Yang Ning got up and left. When he returned, a thousand years had passed.

He only glanced at Xiao Hong's direction before turning around and leaving without saying a word.

The little brat still couldn't escape Qingqiao.

But I've managed to hold on for a day now.

Another thousand years passed, and when Yang Ning returned, little Yang Ning was already able to last for two days.

A thousand years later, Yang Ning returned and sat down next to Xiao Hong again, observing the current situation of the world together.

Two hundred years have passed since that moment.

Finally, after countless failures and restarts, and retaining the memories of the battle, young Yang Ning persevered until the morning of the third day.

By this point, he had killed over 10,000 elite troops from the six-nation alliance.

The remaining 20,000 men, looking at that small figure covered in blood, had all lost their courage.

Twenty thousand people ran all over the mountains and fields, and Xiao Yangning, all alone, killed them all over the mountains and fields.

At dusk that day, he killed the last of the elite soldiers who had participated in the siege of him.

More than 30,000 people were not let go; no matter how many came, they were all kept.

After personally killing the last enemy, Yang Ning gradually relaxed. However, Yang Ning and Xiao Hong, who were watching the battle, were not relaxed at all.

boom--

A Buddha's Hand suddenly appeared.

Long Yin, the chief holy monk of the Celestial Phenomenon Sect, who had hesitated for three days and three nights before daring to enter Qingqiao Mountain, appeared and charged towards the relaxed and exhausted Xiao Yang Ning.

Snapped!

Long Yin succeeded in his attack.

Xiao Yangning fought for three days and three nights, killing 30,000 enemies, but then... (GG).

......

"Let's start over."

"it is good."

The Battle of Qingqiao has begun once again.

Yang Ning: "???"

"Can't you start over from when he killed the last enemy?"

Xiao Hongtian said, "Chengcheng, if it started from that time, then Xiao Chengcheng would be killed by Long Yin every time, because his moment of relaxation did not begin when he killed the last enemy, but was destined much earlier."

Yang Ning: "..."

He frowned and sighed deeply. "Then this..."

"Isn't it a bit too difficult?"

Yang Ning knew that there were many more challenges ahead for young Yang Ning than just Qingqiao and Long Yin.

For example, listening to the ghosts of the 36,000 elite soldiers from the six kingdoms preach in the Qingqiao Cave.

This process was very tedious, but it was a very important part of Yang Ning's growth.

In this process, Yang Ning, who had never been to school, shaped his own values ​​and learned all the skills of the more than 30,000 elites from the six countries.

When they finally left Qingqiao, they released some ghosts who had sincerely repented and whose virtues had been deemed acceptable, including the red-clad team leaders from the Xia Kingdom's Special Administration Bureau.

After that, in order to counteract the influence of the countless evil spirits he obtained from the old madman, he needed to go to other planes to summon gods, and finally returned to Earth Moon Star with the protection of thousands of immortal spirits.

Then comes the first bet: are you willing to endure endless pain to save your friend who stood by you through thick and thin?

This bet cannot be won using any secret techniques or abilities; one can only rely on willpower to endure it.

Having to endure the same pain as fifteen little devils, with the pain doubling with each new episode, can Xiao Yang Ning withstand the intense suffering and save his companions?

It's important to understand that, just like the Battle of Qingqiao, this is a battle where even a painful defeat means starting over.

It's about starting all over again.

Having passed this hurdle, Xiao Yangning is basically invincible; the next test will be her mental fortitude.

The second bet: After experiencing so much suffering, are you willing to believe that there are still more good people than bad in the world and that the future of this world is still bright?

In this bet, even the current Yang Ning had destroyed the world countless times in the past.

Then came the third bet.

At this moment, Little Red Heavenly Dao, with red eyes, gently massaged Yang Ning's back. She had been watching Little Yang Ning for three thousand years.

"Chengcheng, the third bet is to challenge you, right?"

"After experiencing so many calamities, if you discover that the one who wants to destroy the world is your future self, would you dare to unleash your strongest sword strike and send him to his doom?"

Hearing Yang Ning's answer, Xiao Hongtiandao's thoughts seemed to return to the day Yang Ning slew the god.

His answers to the three bets made by the gods were, in order:

I am willing, I believe, and I dare.

Looking at the seemingly perpetually immature little fool in her own world, Little Red Heavenly Dao unconsciously shed tears.

"Chengcheng, how about we just forget about it?"

......

"Let's wait a little longer."

"Perhaps my senior from back then also waited for me for a long time."

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