True and False Ning Rongrong

"Rong Rong?"

"Two Rong Rong?"

"A clone?"

The people inside the temple were stunned for a moment. They thought this was Ning Rongrong's clone.

"Who are you?" Ning Rongrong asked as she entered the temple.

"And who are you?" Ning Rongrong, who had teased Xiao Wu earlier, asked.

"I am Ning Rongrong, who exactly are you?"

"I am also Ning Rongrong, who exactly are you?"

No matter what Ning Rongrong says, the other Ning Rongrong will say the same thing.

"Coward, take a look, which Rong Rong is the real one." Bone God Bone Douluo couldn't tell who was real and who was fake.

"I can't tell. Every move they make is exactly the same." Sword God Chen Xin shook his head slightly and could only look at Ning Fengzhi: "Feng Zhi, what do you think?"

"I can't tell either. Could it be that some little rascal has mastered a new skill and is playing a prank again?" Ning Fengzhi speculated.

After Ye Feng left the Divine Realm Divine Realm, several young beings appeared there. They were all Ye Feng's descendants, each possessing extraordinary abilities. Some of these abilities even surpassed those of First Level God. This caused even the Silver Dragon King considerable headaches.

Especially recently, those Little Monster ' cultivation levels advanced by leaps and bounds. Previously, the Life Goddess, the Benevolence Goddess, the Golden Dragon King, and the Silver Dragon King had kept them in check. But since their cultivation levels increased again, even the warlike Golden Dragon King was defeated by them. From then on, no one could control them.

"Smack!"

During the conversation, one of Ning Rongrong reached out and gave Xiao Wu's buttocks a hard squeeze.

"Ah?"

Xiao Wu was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim.

"You little rascals are so naughty! Today your aunt must teach you a lesson."

Buzz

Seven halos appeared behind Ning Rongrong, and lines appeared between her brows. Her body slid through the air as she hurtled towards another Ning Rongrong. Her speed was so great that her fists created dazzling sparks as they rubbed the air together.

Another Ning Rongrong raised her fist, showing no fear, and engaged in a fierce battle with Ning Rongrong.

The two sides fought back and forth, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Their battle raged from inside the temple to outside, and then from the ground into the sky.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Suddenly, ten teenage boys burst out of a forest. They stood in mid-air, watching the battle between the two Ning Rongrong.

"Huh, two mothers?"

"That's strange, how come you have two mothers?"

"I don't have two mothers; one of them must be fake."

The ten boys started discussing the two Ning Rongrong.

"So, who's the fake one?"

"The person who didn't use their divine power must be a fake."

"What if I dialed the wrong number?"

"If it's a mistake, it's a mistake. As long as it doesn't kill her, it's fine. I'm 90% sure that the person has changed very well, almost exactly like Aunt Rong Rong, but her life imprint is extremely strong. Aunt Rong Rong is only a First Level God, she doesn't have such a strong life imprint. She must be a fake."

"Alright, we'll listen to Third Brother. Aunt, we'll lend you a hand."

Ten little boys burst forth, transforming into ten streams of light. Led by one of the boys, who was dressed in green, they intercepted one of Ning Rongrong.

bang bang bang

The sky was filled with surging energy.

Ning Rongrong was stunned. Even the Silver Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King couldn't last twenty rounds against ten little boys working together. After fifty rounds, the other Ning Rongrong was holding her own.

"She's a fake," Zhu Zhuqing said.

"Who exactly is she?" Qian Renxue asked.

"Her? You all know her." Xiao Wu smiled broadly, her beautiful eyes sparkling. Her heart, which had been calm for so long, fluttered. Her expression began to heat up with excitement.

"He's back." Ye Lingling's eyes were misty.

Ye Lingling possesses the Martial Soul Nine Heart Hibiscus.

The Nine Heart Profound Tang and the Nine Heart Hibiscus belong to the same lineage and share the same origin.

Ye Lingling sensed a familiar aura from "Ning Rongrong," a bloodline aura similar to that of her father Hibiscus God.

"He?"

Sword Saint Chen Xin paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, and said, "Could it be that he is..."

In the sky, ten little boys and "Ning Rongrong" fought for three hundred rounds. The battle remained undecided.

"Damn it, who is this imposter?"

"Who cares who she is? Anyone who dares to tease Aunt Rong Rong should be beaten up. Eight Gates Formation, First Gate - Open Gate - Open."

One of the boys, with raised eyebrows, an open mouth, a helmet on his head, lead armor, a belt around his waist, and leather boots, was clenching his fists and was actually using the Eight Gates Technique.

"Second Gate - Rest Gate - Open".

"The Third Gate - The Life Gate - Open."

This amazing little boy opened three gates in one go. His body began to flush red with blood and started radiating green energy.

"Xuanyuan Sword, Draw!"

Another fair-skinned little boy stretched out his hand, and the Martial Soul Xuanyuan Sword appeared before him.

"The Xuanyuan Sword?"

Ning Rongrong paused for a moment, lost in thought. Then, she looked at the little boy with the Xuanyuan Sword Martial Soul with an appreciative gaze.

After the little boy used this move, a wave of energy filled with sword energy spread out from his body, covering a certain area.

"Field!"

Ning Rongrong smiled.

"That's right, it's the domain."

The little boy grinned smugly. "This is the Sword Emperor Domain. If you know what's good for you, admit defeat."

"The Eye of Hell!"

"Oh, Nine Heart Profound Tang!"

The ten little boys each showed off their unique talents.

Some possess extraordinary physiques and have mastered the Eight Gates Formation. Others possess extraordinary Martial Soul, including god-level Martial Soul Xuanyuan Sword, the Eye of Hell, and the Nine Heart Profound Tang. Still others possess other wondrous abilities.

"Brothers, I'm here to lend you a hand."

A slightly childish voice rang out.

A person soared into the sky.

She was a little girl dressed in white. At her feet was a pure white lotus flower. She sat on a white lotus platform, her figure slowly rising.

"The Benevolence Like Water!"

Good heavens! A surge of benevolent energy continuously emanated from the little girl, transforming into rays of light that enveloped the ten little boys. With the little girl's assistance, the ten little boys' spirits and energy reached an exceptionally high level.

"Haha, you're surrounded. Surrender and admit defeat, and I'll fiercely refuse you." The only little boy wearing a battle helmet and using the Eight Gates Formation laughed and mocked "Ning Rongrong".

"Come on! Let's fight!"

Ning Rongrong smiled and stood with her hands behind her back. With a thought, her aura condensed into a spiked energy tortoise shell, enveloping her entire body. She wanted to see just how strong these eleven little ones had become.