Chapter 136: Advanced Soul Rings and Soul Bones, Ning Tian’s Decision and Unrequited Love

Late at night, Poseidon Island.

After parting with Han Ruoruo, Ling Bai returned to the room on the first floor of the Golden Tree and sat cross-legged on the ancient wooden bed. Two strange bones were suspended in the air, slowly rotating, supported by his soul power.

The right arm bone of the 90,000-year-old Tianlong Horse, and the right arm bone of the ten-thousand-year-old secret soul.

The secret to the fusion of soul bones in Douluo Continent is not difficult. The key is that the attributes of the soul bones must be similar. If you take two soul bones, one ice and one fire, to fuse, then even a hundred thousand year secret soul bone will not be able to stick them together.

Ling Bai pulled the two soul bones towards him. During this process, the Tianlong Horse soul bone gradually turned into a condensed but solid golden airflow ball of light. Then, the deep purple secret soul bone also melted into a purple ball of light.

The purple light ball kept changing its shape and finally attached to one side of the golden light ball. The essence of the secret soul bone was an adhesive that could alleviate the conflict between the two soul bones to the greatest extent.

Everything is ready, Ling Bai officially starts the journey of soul bone fusion, and a ball of golden light floats towards his right arm.

Feeling that the Sky Dragon Horse Soul Bone was getting closer, the Fiery Dragon Vulture Soul Bone hidden in Ling Bai's right arm let out a warning roar.

The Fiery Bone Dragon Eagle obviously refused to merge with the Sky Dragon Horse, but it had no choice at all. The shadow of the Sky Dragon Horse was looming in the golden light ball. Although both of them were of the bloodline of the Holy Dragon of Light, the ancestor of the Fiery Bone Dragon Eagle was a despicable thief who stole the dragon blood from the corpse of the Holy Dragon of Light. As an orthodox descendant of the dragon, the Sky Dragon Horse wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

The golden ball of light accelerated and rushed into Ling Bai's right arm. The ninety thousand years of cultivation suppressed ten thousand years. The Tianlong Horse kicked the Fiery Bone Dragon Eagle with two bangs and beat it violently with both hands.

Seeing this, the weak and pitiful secret magic soul bone wanted to stop the fight but didn't dare to, and shouted helplessly at the side, "Tianlongma, stop fighting!"

Tianlongma's movements were extremely violent, but the effect was extremely significant. As the fight went on, the Fiery Bone Dragon Eagle raised the white flag, and the three chaotic soul power fluctuations tended to converge to the same frequency, forming a new ball of light that shone brightly, and the entire room was rendered in brilliant gold.

The gold color became more and more dazzling, and bursts of passionate dragon roars rang out in the room.

After a moment, the brilliant golden light ball gathered and solidified, and a soul bone of higher quality was born. This was not the soul bone of the Blazing Bone Dragon Eagle or the Sky Dragon Horse, but the soul bone of the right arm of the 100,000-year-old Holy Light Dragon!

Ling Bai gently moved his right arm, and his flesh, blood, tendons and bones were warm as if there was a small burning stove hidden inside. The Holy Light Dragon was a true dragon soul beast close to the ultimate light, and the value of this 100,000-year-old soul bone was inestimable.

His mind sank into the sea of ​​spirit. When he killed the two soul douluos of the Body Sect, Ling Bai blackmailed Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and got the power of 200,000 years of origin. Now he decided to amplify the 50,000-year-old Nether Emperor Demon Basket Soul Ring and the 70,000-year-old Burning Sun Fire Dragon Soul Ring.

The Underworld Emperor's Demon Basket is the second soul ring of the Death Hell Spider Emperor. After advancing 100,000 years, the Death Hell Spider Emperor's soul rings became a terrifying one gray and two red.

The Burning Sun Fire Dragon is the fifth soul ring of the six-winged angel. It has the camouflage effect of a thousand charming monsters, and the color change of the soul ring will not be discovered by others.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he is exposed. Ling Bai is not a rootless duckweed that can be manipulated by others. He only needs to explain that it is a secret method created by Jianmu Douluo. Anyway, no one can get the truth from the mouth of a generation of Extreme Douluo.

The importance of a solid background is evident.

"The six-winged angel is still short of four spirit rings and four hundred thousand years of origin..."

Before entering the meditative state, Ling Bai said softly.

At the same time, in Shrek's outer courtyard.

"It's bad, it's bad, the bedroom is closed!"

In the dark night, Wu Feng ran towards the dormitory building sweating profusely. Ever since Shrek Academy took her place in the reserve team without following the rules of martial arts, she turned her grief and anger into motivation. After the daily classes, she went to the fighting arena and the training ground to train intensively, becoming a new generation of self-disciplined monster.

At the last minute before the dormitory manager locked the door, Wu Feng rushed into the dormitory building in an exaggerated posture of a 100-meter finish line.

Wu Feng kicked open the rickety dormitory door and saw the beautiful figure he had been dreaming about day and night. His eyes were suddenly filled with surprise. He kicked his feet hard and pounced on her like a hungry tiger, shouting,

"Ning Tian, ​​I miss you so much!"

Wu Feng flew into the air, bent his limbs and threw Ning Tian onto the bed. Then, like a kitten abandoned at home by its owner, he lay on Ning Tian's chest and rubbed against it.

Ning Tian wanted to say you almost crushed me to death, but seeing Wu Feng's little look, he couldn't bear it, so he touched her head and said softly: "Xiao Feng, I miss you too."

"Pause, wait for me for five minutes!"

Wu Feng suddenly interrupted Ning Tian because she found herself sweating and sticky. Of course, she didn't care, but Ning Tian smelled fragrant and Wu Feng was embarrassed to get close to her.

It was said to be five minutes, but only three minutes later, Wu Feng, who had finished his bath like a whirlwind, sat next to Ning Tian again, hugging the other's white and smooth arm without any scruples, with a happy and sweet look on his face.

Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng, who was like a little pendant, with a somewhat amusing expression. She could feel that something was wrong with Wu Feng, but Wu Feng never made any radical moves, so she didn't want to scold him. After all, it was normal for girls to be close to each other.

After not seeing each other for more than two months, the two had countless things to talk about. Wu Feng told him about some interesting things that happened in Shrek's outer courtyard, and Ning Tian talked about what he saw and heard in this Soul Master Competition.

"Damn it, he tricked me again!"

Hearing that Ling Bai was killing people everywhere, Wu Feng angrily pounded the bed!

When will Knight Wu Feng's plan to save Princess Ning Tian succeed?

"Ning Tian, ​​that guy didn't bully you, did he?" Wu Feng asked cautiously.

When Ling Bai was mentioned, Ning Tian's eyes suddenly became quite strange, as if there was an inexplicable complexity. Even though it was fleeting, Wu Feng still caught it.

"No, why would Brother Bai bully me?"

"But you're worried."

The two grew up together, and Wu Feng knew too well how Ning Tian felt when he was happy or unhappy.

Ning Tian sighed, and after struggling for a long time, he finally spoke: "Brother Bai...is too close to a senior from the inner courtyard."

"What!?"

Wu Feng jumped up, his voice instantly rose an octave, and his eyes widened like bells.

"On the night when the Shrek team won the championship, I knocked on Brother Bai's door, but he didn't even open the door for me. He just said he was too tired today and we could talk tomorrow.

The inner courtyard senior sister's spirit had an accident, and I wanted to show some courtesy to her, but no one in her room responded. "

Ning Tian's delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and he said slowly: "During the days since I came back from the journey, I have secretly observed how they get along with each other. Although they didn't do anything intimate, I inexplicably felt that it was natural for them to let go.

Most of what I said just now was just my intuition, or maybe I was just overthinking it."

"Ahhh! I'm going to stab him to death!"

Wu Feng paced the room angrily. Her thoughts were even stranger. She held on to the wish of having a lesbian relationship with Ning Tian, ​​but she was furious when Ling Bai approached with another woman.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Feng suddenly stopped and asked Ning Tian.

Ning Tian's hands tightly grasped the quilt beside him, his eyes slightly lowered and his expression concealed, he said: "I have gained a lot under the golden tree. In three months at the latest, I will break through the Soul Sect and participate in the inner courtyard assessment. I will observe carefully after entering the inner courtyard.

It's not that aristocratic families can't accept concubines and mistresses, not to mention that Brother Bai is so outstanding, and countless people are eyeing him and the bloodline of the six-winged angel. If that senior sister is sincere, I will turn a blind eye and not bother to care, but don't let me find out that she is planning to get the angel bloodline for the power behind her..."

The chill deep within those azure eyes was so chilling that Wu Feng shivered with cold. It was the first time she saw Ning Tian act so coldly.

With Jianmu Douluo and Ning Fengya in charge, the Jiubao Liuli Sect no longer needs to look at the eyes of any force. Ning Tian, ​​the young master of the sect, naturally becomes more confident.

…

The next morning, Poseidon Island.

Wang Yan was wearing a Shrek teacher's uniform, which made him look tall and straight and bookish. He was a theoretical soul master. After being promoted to a special teacher of Shrek, he came to the second-floor library in the inner courtyard where top-secret books were stored to feast his eyes.

As the saying goes, good things come in pairs. The first second Wang Yan stepped into the second floor of the library, he saw a woman sitting by the window. The woman just smiled at him gently, and his long-silent heart instantly became restless. For some reason, pictures unconsciously emerged in front of his eyes, all of which were a warm future with her.

"I was probably in love. I couldn't sleep anyway. Two figures popped up in my mind. One was her, and the other was still her.

I finally understood that she just wanted to have a companion. When I was writing, she would read the texts I had written. When I was not writing, I would hold her hand and look at her gentle eyes.

As I thought about it, I suddenly felt a little tipsy, even though I hadn't drunk any alcohol."

Wang Yan walked towards the library with a smile on his face. He looked dazed for a moment. He thought of the time when he was studying at Shrek Academy when he was young. In the Shrek Academy full of geniuses, his talent was not outstanding, and later he could only concentrate on the theoretical research of soul masters.

He is a typical bachelor who has never been married. He does not know how to pursue girls, nor does he know how to please them. The only thing he knows how to do is to take the initiative to talk to them about the theory of soul masters, and use his erudition and theoretical knowledge to attract the opposite sex who resonates with his soul. He thinks she is the right person.

There were few visitors to the library, and the wooden attic was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Wang Yan could hear the clear sound of his own footsteps as he walked forward, as well as the faint sound of the wind from his nose.

At this moment, there was a red flower in Wang Yan's hand. He wanted to use this method to implicitly express his feelings.

Walking slowly towards the second floor, Wang Yan took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the heart that was beating like a drum in his chest. He had inquired about the identity of the woman. She was an eight-ring control-type soul fighter and one of the senior disciples in the inner courtyard. Her status was second only to the eldest sister Zhang Lexuan in the inner courtyard. She had very high requirements for her mate, so she had never been in a relationship. He hoped that he would have the honor to be with her in this life.

Wang Yan pushed open the second-floor door of the library through the restriction, and his eyes were instantly locked on the woman he had been thinking about day and night for a month. The sunlight from the outside seeped in through a gap in light and shadow, and fell on the woman's face by the window. Her fair skin reflected the beauty of the sunlight, and the fine hair on the woman's face was a bit of beautiful gold in the sunlight.

The girl casually draped the inner courtyard's red school uniform over the back of a chair. She was wearing a loose, oversized white shirt, the size of which was obviously larger than her actual body. It looked loose on her body, revealing her swan-like neck and breathtaking collarbone.

Gentle and intellectual, this is Wang Yan's comment on the woman, like an older sister who always cares about you and takes care of you. This lazy and mature dressing style, when paired with this kind of sister-like woman, is like a blade coated with arsenic, adding poison to poison. He has no power to resist and sinks into it willingly.

Wang Yan almost couldn't control his inner excitement, but then he saw the figure of the woman opposite him.

It was a handsome face that Wang Yan was quite familiar with. He sat quietly opposite the woman, his long, shiny golden hair reflecting the sunlight pouring in from the window, his eyes were bright and shining, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Crack—"

Something seemed to have cracked inside Wang Yan's heart, and sour liquid flowed out. He couldn't hide his feeling of loss. He picked up a few books at random, and sat down not far from the two of them with his head lowered. The carefully selected flower lowered its head, and became wilted like its owner.

Ling Bai glanced at Wang Yan, whose heart was about to break. In his memory, Wang Yan was able to be with Han Ruoruo because of his profound knowledge, but there were two other reasons: Han Ruoruo had almost no friends of the opposite sex, and no one with similar interests to accompany her to the library.

First come first served. Wang Yan has already lost in this life. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. It is better to find another good match. Qingya, the auctioneer of Starlight Auction House, has been eager to try for Teacher Wang.

Ling Bai turned his head and saw Han Ruoruo tilting her head, looking at him and smiling. Against the backdrop of white clothes, her skin was as white as transparent, permeated with the color of milk, and there was a scent of sandalwood mixed with gentle floral fragrance all around.

Ling Bai also smiled. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The two looked at each other in silence.

According to an ancient law, when three people walk together, one of them will complain.

Teacher Wang was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. That look, that tacit understanding, Han Ruoruo had not given him even once in the past month. She always nodded politely in agreement or shook her head in denial.

Wang Yan didn't know how he got through the entire morning. He didn't turn a single page of the book. He had read that page thousands of times but didn't remember a single word. His eyes always glanced inadvertently towards Ling Bai and Han Ruoruo.

At noon, Ling Bai walked over to put on the school uniform for Han Ruoruo, leaned over and whispered a few words. The latter smiled, gently took his arm, and they left the library together.

Wang Yan's last glimmer of hope was shattered, and he took out a pen and paper with trembling hands and wrote down:

"I was probably tired, and I felt gloomy anyway. I flipped through a few books at random, and my eyelids drooped heavily. I read carefully for a long time before I could see the truth between the words. All I could see were two words: lovelorn."