Douluo’s Infinite Devouring

　　 "Your sister is still alive, she is not dead, I know... where is she..."

　　Si Qingrong, who was restrained by Mingtian, uttered such a sentence. Mingtian's face changed drastically. When he mentioned Mingxue, he subconsciously asked:

　　 "What did you just say? Where is the snow? She is really alive?!!!"

　　 "Hey, go to **** and find her."

Si Qingrong is a master of psychological warfare. After finding out the relationship between Mingxue and Mingtian, he already knows where Mingtian's lifeline is. At this time, throwing out the clue of Mingxue has already caused Mingtian's mind to be upset, and he took the opportunity to get rid of it. Under Ming Tian's control, there was a folding fan in his hand, and the fan bones clicked on the key points on Ming Tian's body, which was to set Ming Tian in place.

"Sure enough, you are not calm when it comes to your sister's whereabouts. This is a big taboo. It seems that you haven't been particularly calm. You are an emotional person. In this regard, you are not as good as your sister. ."

　　 Looking at Mingtian, who was being counter-controlled by himself, the situation suddenly reversed. Si Qing smiled, like a strategizing, insightful god.

　　 "Don't worry, I won't just kill you like this. It depends on saving your life for your sister's face. Besides, I thought of a better way to use you."

　　 As if having some idea, Si Qingrong lifted the pretense. Restored Si Qingrong's peerless appearance, and walked into the Moon Palace.

In the Zan Yue Palace, Ling Zang Yue has reached the final stage. In the quiet room, a maiden dress with white and red is gradually taking shape, surrounded by thin silk threads criss-crossed, which originally looked weak and weak. Zanyue became extremely agile at this time. She flew into the room, holding small silver needles in her hand. There were eight needles in total. Each needle was wearing silk thread. Under her knitting needles, a pattern The simple witch robe gradually took shape.

Si Qingrong, who had already entered, watched this scene quietly in the corner. Looking at Ling Zangyue like this was like returning to the past, a long time ago. At that time, they were still young with each other and had a wonderful time together. Memories, but now they can't go back.

　　Only when doing certain things, Ling Chanyue can regain herself and become the same as before, that is weaving.

　　 The last two silk sleeves are gradually taking shape. The cuffs of the silk sleeves are also woven with a circle of red crosses with the silk thread of the fire mouse fur, which looks like a rather unique design.

　　 The thin shrine maiden's clothes floated in the air quietly, as if it had been completed, but Aya Chanyue shook her head, her eyes showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

　　 "Not enough, I'm still old, but..."

　　 "Om――"

A beam of light bloomed from the room and turned into a transparent blue appearance. At this time, Ling Zangyue seemed to be a different person. The old face became younger, like a glimmer of light. It can be seen that it is not inferior to Si Qingrong. What is even more shocking is that she has thirteen spirit rings around her body! God-level powerhouse of the thirteenth order!

　　 "Inject the needle, sacrifice blood!!!"

Eight flying needles were immersed in the maiden's clothes, Ling Yueyue bit her finger, and shot a drop of blood. The blood dripped on the moon-white silk of the maiden's clothes. The remaining fire rat fur thread was knitted one after another. An eight-petal lotus flower was spun out on the chest.

　　 "The finished product, the clothes come."

The knitted maiden dress fell into Ling Chanyue's hands lightly, and Ling Chanyue held the maiden dress. Then her face became satisfied. She hasn't woven it for many years, and no one knows her reputation for a long time. The **** Aya wraps around the moon.

　　 "Flap!!"

　　 There were crisp applause, this is no longer a weaving, this is a performance, a delicate performance, enough to be called a great art.

Not many people have the honour to watch this scene, here is only Si Qingrong as an audience, and as an audience Si Qingrong, this is not the first time she has seen this exquisite textile, she has seen her Countless times weaving, saw her become a god, saw her rise up.

　　 The gods of the past are no longer interested, and they are buried in time together with the memories of the past.

　　 But she deserves this applause. In fact, every time she finishes spinning, there will be countless applause.

　　"Here, here you are, I really want to know what a beautiful girl that should be, which can make you like it, I also want to see the owner of this dress put it on

　　 Go, what kind of an overwhelming country and city. "

　　 "Thank you, I thanked her on her behalf."

　　 Thanks, Si Qingrong walked slowly towards Ling Zangyue, and reached out to take the maiden sacrificial costume, but at the same time, the folding fan in her hand was secretly placed in the sleeve, as if to be defensive.

　　 "Everyone is old, what are you polite? Come here today, I should have had a good chat."

When 　　 said the following words, Ling Zangyue increased her tone, and when Si Qingrong took it, eight red silk threads shot out from her and tangled towards Si Qingrong.

　　 In vain, Ling Chanyue actually moved his hand at Si Qingrong, and at the same time eight fine needles pierced Si Qingrong’s eyes.

　　Everything happened between the electric light and flint, Si Qingrong also reacted very quickly. The folding fan in his hand opened for the first time, unfolding the fan, and dragging the maiden's sacrificial costume with his left hand, that is, retreating, while sipping:

　　 "Why!! You have changed!! Ling Zangyue!!"

　　 There are questions in his voice, disappointment, and a hint of puzzlement.

　　 Knowing from Mingtian that Yunshang asked him to come to Ling Chanyue, she understood, how could Yun Chang be related to Ling Chanyue, they are...

　　 "Change? People will change, only you, for the sake of such a person, have always maintained their original appearance, guarding the past, and would rather be a dead person in the past."

　　 "Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? Who will stay the same? No change means never saying goodbye."

　　 "That's your problem, it turns out that we have different beliefs."

　　 "It's a place you haven't changed, and your strength will only stay here forever."

　　 A sneer appeared on Si Qingrong's face facing Ling Yue's face, his wrist was turned, the fan in his hand danced, and eighteen horrible spirit rings rose on his body! !

　　 "How is it possible? You..."

"Since my exile to the Douluo Continent, I have cultivated eight more spirit rings. Although I will never be able to break through to a titled Douluo in the Douluo Continent because of certain restrictions, but with the addition of the ten rings that I used to be at the High Tianyuan God level, I have broken This is what it looks like after opening the seal."

　　 "Zangyue, do you remember? We will never face each other."

　　 "Unfortunately, all this is going to change now."

The tone is still so relaxed, it sounds very relaxed and cute, but in the pretending relaxed tone, there is a hint of cruel determination. The opened folding fan blocked the eight silver needles that pierced his eyes, and Si Qingrong fell backwards. One heel, his feet kicked towards Ling Wanyue, and then turned around, flapping the blade in his hand, the soul bone of his head lit up, and countless purple pupils with vertical eyes appeared around him.

　　 The purple pupil with vertical eyes seemed to be alive, blinking, the pupils opened and closed, shooting out purple rays.

　　 Head spirit bone skills! !

　　 Hitomi Prison Demon Eye! !

　　 "Ten thousand stitches!!!"

　　 Ling Zangyue made a throwing motion, and countless tiny needles appeared in the surrounding space. It seemed that she was also using her big trick.

　　 "The goddess scattered flowers!!!"

　　 Cross your hands~www.readwn.com~ One hand shoots, pointing at Si Qingrong, thousands of needles are shot at Si Qingrong, like a needle rain meteor.

　　 "Infinite..."

　　 The folding fan blocked the eye pupils and removed it again. Si Qingrong’s pupils became strange. The original black pupils became different-colored pupils, one red and one purple, and there seemed to be some turning inside...

　　 "Double · Suzaku Flame Destruction!!"

　　Folding fans closed, two suzaku flame shadows appeared, and they attacked Ling Zangyue. If Mingxue was here, she would be surprised. How could Si Qingrong use her skills? ?

　　 "The Bliss Wind Dance!!!"

　　 Two huge pink hurricanes attacked Aya wrapped the moon, the wind increased, the wind started to make fire, and then the Suzaku Yanmie strengthened.

　　 "Want to kill me? Zangyue, you still forgot, I am Moonreading, what abilities have you forgotten?"

　　 "Punishment of the Cthulhu! Freeze purple!"

The skills that Mingtian used on Si Qingrong just now were actually used by Si Qingrong in reverse. The skills that made her suffer, naturally also made Ling Zangyue suffer, set her body in purple light, limited to three seconds, the light came first , Three seconds, there are too many things to do.

　　 "Boom boom boom!!!"

　　 A huge sound is in the Zangyue Palace, the movement here is too loud, and sooner or later it will attract the high level of Gao Tianyuan.

　　 "Suzaku Yan Mie!!"

　　 "I burned them all!!!"

　　 did not show any mercy, and did not care about Ling Zanyue's life and death, Si Qingrong once again released a red bird Yan Mie that ignited a raging fire here. .

　　 "Goodbye, Ling Zangyue."

　　 said gently to the burning Moon Palace, Si Qingrong was leaving quickly.