Qian Lingche's figure slowly fell from mid-air, and the ice and snow in the hall gradually dissipated.
His blond hair gradually lost its original brilliance and turned into silvery white, falling down on his shoulders and back.
As soon as he landed, the figures of Ice Empress and Sky Dream Ice Silkworm appeared beside him.
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm jumped on Qian Lingche's shoulders, stretched out her little hand and gently grabbed his face. "Are you a monster? Bingbing You have not wasted any of your 400,000 years of cultivation!"
The current Qian Lingche is simply a humanoid Ferocious Beast. Divine Power and Soul Bone have absorbed the excess energy respectively, without wasting it at all.
Qian Lingche helplessly took Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's hand away and patted its head. "Tian Meng, don't make trouble."
Snow Empress's eyes swept between Ice Empress and Qian Lingche, and then nodded. "It seems that you two are very compatible, and Soul Power's attributes are also exactly the same."
Qian Lingche hummed and looked at his still cold body. "Sister Xue, although Sister Bing's energy directly allowed me to break through level 90."
"However, it will take some time for me to absorb your Soul Ring. It will take some time for me to digest the energy in my body."
Ning Jingchen's eyes widened, and he touched Qian Lingche left and right, his face full of wonder.
"It's incredible Lingche, how long have we not seen you and you are already level 90?"
"There is only one Soul Ring left to truly become Titled Douluo. Your cultivation speed is too terrifying."
Qian Lingche smiled and shook his head, "Jing Chen, don't be so exaggerated."
"I'm just lucky and got the inheritance by chance, so I can achieve what I have today."
Ning Jingchen did not take it seriously and patted Qian Lingche on the shoulder. "Good luck? You are not lucky. You are simply the chosen one."
"Look at me, I've worked my ass off to get less than Soul King. How can I be a helper?"
Qian Lingche was amused by his words, and said helplessly, "Jing Chen, your talent is not bad, but you are just a support system, the gap between us is not that big."
But in fact, both of them knew very well that the gap between them had widened far. Qian Lingche was about to become a god, while Ning Jingchen could not even see the peak of Soul Master.
In the blink of an eye, Qian Lingche is already 17 years old.
He finally digested all the energy in his body. He was about to get up and go find Snow Empress when he heard a rush of footsteps outside the door.
Guang Ling opened the door and walked in, his eyes twinkling, but the smile of the past was gone on his face.
"Xiao Che..." Guang Ling said hesitantly.
Qian Lingche raised his head and saw Guang Ling's expression, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
He frowned, with a hint of confusion in his tone. "Brother Ling, what happened?"
Guang Ling took a deep breath and seemed to be trying to organize his words.
He walked up to Qian Lingche: "Xiao Che... there is something. You... should be mentally prepared."
Qian Lingche's heart sank suddenly, and he stared into Guang Ling's eyes. "Brother Ling, what happened?"
Guang Ling was silent for a moment, and finally spoke with difficulty, "That friend of yours...Ning Jingchen, as well as Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong, are dead."
He knows that Xiao Che cares about that friend Ning Jingchen, but he doesn't know if he can accept this bad news...
"What?" Qian Lingche was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief, "Brother Ling, are you kidding? How is this possible?"
Guang Ling sighed, "Ning Jingchen and Sword Douluo accompanied Ning Rongrong to go out to relax, and unexpectedly encountered something unexpected."
"There is a message from the Heaven Dou Empire, saying that Spirit Hall Empire attacked them."
Qian Lingche's pupils suddenly shrank, and his body stiffened in place, as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe.
Qian Lingche took Shi Yi to the place where the incident occurred in silence.
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo stood here, their faces pale, their eyes full of grief and exhaustion, and they had obviously suffered a huge blow.
He looked up at Qian Lingche, his voice was hoarse and low. "Xiao Che, you are here."
Qian Lingche sighed, "Uncle Ning, I'm here with Brother Yi, please get out of the way first."
Hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. He looked at Shi Yi, with a hint of pleading in his voice. "Your Majesty, Shi Yi, I'm begging you."
Shi Yi nodded. "I will try my best."
Ning Jingchen The place where the three people died was a desolate valley. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, and traces of the tragic battle still remained.
Qian Lingche glanced around, his eyes full of anger.
He took a deep breath and said to Shi Yi, "Brother Yi, please."
Shi Yi slowly raised his hand, Soul Power surged around him. "The fifth Soul Skill--River of Time!"
In an instant, an illusory long river appeared in front of his eyes. With his movements, the water waves in River of Time began to surge, and pictures gradually appeared in front of several people's eyes.
In the picture, Ning Jingchen, Ning Rongrong and Jian Chenxin are walking in a valley.
Ning Rongrong had a smile on his face and seemed to be talking to Ning Jingchen, while Sword Douluo followed the two of them with a calm expression and scanned the surroundings warily.
"This is the scene before their accident." Shi Yi said in a low voice.
Qian Lingche and Ning Fengzhi stared at the screen closely, their eyes full of nervousness.
Suddenly, the sky in the picture suddenly darkened, and a group of men in black rushed out from all directions and surrounded them.
In the picture, Seven Kill Sword in Sword Douluo's hand flashed with cold light, and he shouted loudly, "Who is that person?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several tall figures slowly walked out of the darkness.
They held huge hammers in their hands. The hammers were engraved with complex patterns, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.
As they appeared, nine Soul Ring appeared around them one by one, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Qian Lingche When the others saw this scene, their pupils suddenly shrank.
"Clear Sky Hammer... is from the Clear Sky Sect!" Ning Fengzhi's voice was full of shock and anger.
In the picture, Jian Chenxin's face also became solemn.
He clenched the Seven Kill Sword in his hand and said coldly, "Clear Sky Sect? What do you mean? Why are you taking action against us?"
The leader, Clear Sky Sect, sneered, "Sword Douluo, today is the day you die!"
Ning Jingchen and Ning Rongrong stood behind Jian Chenxin, their faces full of shock and confusion.
Ning Jingchen gritted his teeth and said, "Clear Sky Sect is not a neutral sect? Why is this?"
The Clear Sky Sect person looked at Ning Jingchen coldly, with a bit of disdain in his tone. "Boy, don't think about it. Today, none of you can leave alive!"
Before he finished speaking, the strong men of the Clear Sky Sect waved Clear Sky Hammer and attacked the three of Sword Douluo.
The battle broke out instantly. Sword Douluo was one enemy against many. Although it was powerful, it gradually fell into a disadvantage.