I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Ning Ruan finally saw what it meant to change one's face.

Even the Eclipse Wolf Clan is so humble, let alone the Spirit Wood Clan and the Hundred Grass Spirit Clan, who still have some minor entanglements with the human race.

They even knelt down on the spot.

He was almost kowtowing.

The two tribes expressed their views almost in unison.

"Sir, we can also form an alliance with the human race!"

What Shadow Clan, what ten major races, what are they in front of such a strong man?

If they had known that there was such a giant behind the human race, they would have begged to join the human race long ago. Why would they have waited until now?

The human race hesitated and dared not move.

Especially the deans of several major colleges.

They knew very well that the human race... did not have such a powerful person who was as strong as an immortal.

He might be a human, but he is definitely not the same human as them!

"What do they...Ruanruan think we should do?"

Before the human could speak, the man beside Ning Ruan slowly opened his lips.

His speech was not fast, and even sounded a little inquiring.

It was as if he was asking an extremely ordinary question, rather than deciding the fate of all the monks present.

This terrifying and powerful man treated them completely differently from how he treated Ning Ruan.

"Can amnesia be lost?" Ning Ruan thought for a moment and asked in a serious tone.

"Of course." The eldest father nodded, and then glanced at the monks of various races who were trembling in fear not far away, as if waiting for his judgment.

After hearing his answer, everyone breathed a sigh of relief that they were alive, but at the same time, they felt regretful.

What is happening at this moment, this mysterious strong man, and Ning Ruan, who is extremely talented and has glazed metacarpal bones, all these things will have a decisive impact on the future of the clan.

If he lost his memory, it would be such a pity...

As for whether the memory will be restored?

No one dares to have such an illusion.

Just like in front of this mysterious and powerful man, they couldn't even muster the slightest bit of resistance.

Daddy didn't care what the monks of various races thought, he suddenly raised his hand.

An invisible ripple of law quietly spread out, accurately brushing across the sea of consciousness of all the cultivators present.

It's an indescribable feeling.

Everyone just felt their consciousness gradually blur...

The figure of the mysterious and powerful man in front of him seemed to be right in front of him, but also seemed to be separated by an eternal and distant space.

Even the human race could not escape this feeling...

The mysterious powerful man...is indeed not a human.

He simply doesn't trust the human race!

"Can't we preserve the memories of the human race?" Ning Ruan asked.

The old man has retracted his indifferent gaze and turned to look at Ning Ruan, with only gentleness in his eyes, "It's an insignificant memory, but it only adds to the trouble. Can Ruan Ruan guarantee that all human beings will not be interested in that piece of glass metacarpal bone?"

Ning Ruan remained silent, which was of course impossible.

She believed in her senior brothers.

Trust Teacher Duan.

The brothers and sisters vaguely knew that she had a group of fathers behind her, but they treated her the same as before, and nothing changed.

Teacher Duan also knew that she had many secrets, and even though he knew that the magic weapon was in her hands, he had never been tempted by it.

Apart from them, she really didn't dare to guarantee anyone else.

Daddy chuckled, "So some things are better forgotten."

"But I still remember it." Ning Ruan pointed at herself, "I don't need to forget it?"

"Now that we have it, there's no need to forget it. There will be more in the future anyway." The eldest father sighed, and his gaze at Ning Ruan became even deeper.

His lips and teeth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but when Ning Ruan looked at him, he stopped.

suddenly.

He seemed to sense something and looked up at the silent sky.

Above the endless, inky black realm, the calamity clouds that had apparently dispersed had reunited again at some point.

And the momentum is even greater.

Compared with the boundless calamity clouds at this moment, the breakthrough that Ning Ruan experienced was just a drop in the ocean.

The calamity clouds were of destructive dark purple and chaotic colors, and were so heavy that they seemed to crush the entire world.

Deep in the clouds, billions of dazzling lightning bolts shuttled, collided, and accumulated like a manic thunder dragon. Every flash tore through the space, making a terrifying dull roar!

Rumble——! ! !

The terrifying pressure poured down from the sky like a substance!

The monks of various races below, who had just fallen into confusion due to the stripping of their memories and were staggeringly trying to stand firm, did not even have time to utter a muffled groan before they were crushed to the ground by this divine power, and their internal organs seemed to be crushed.

It was not until the old man sighed that the pressure on all the monks disappeared instantly.

"Oh, I have to go. See you next time, Ruanruan."

Daddy walked very fast.

He disappeared so quickly that Ning Ruan didn't even have time to speak.

And as he left, the shocking noise above his head disappeared in an instant.

Disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared.

The monks of all races suddenly regained consciousness after a moment of confusion.

"This...what happened to us just now? What happened?"

"Wait...wasn't Ning Ruan breaking through just now? Has she completed the breakthrough?"

"Why do I seem to be unable to remember what happened just now?"

"..."

Countless voices murmured.

Ning Ruan flew back to the human spirit boat.

As soon as she returned, Instructor Duan stared at her carefully, "Are you at the middle level of the Ninth Realm?"

Ning Ruan nodded, "Yes."

The instructor from Tianyuan College came over and also stared at her for a moment, "When did you succeed in breaking through?"

Ning Ruan thought about it, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes. "Maybe just now?"

"Then do you feel anything is wrong?" Ying Bei interrupted at some point, "I feel like I've been beaten up. It's so uncomfortable."

Of course it would be uncomfortable. People like them with low cultivation base would not be able to withstand the thunder tribulation that is comparable to a natural disaster even if there is only a little residual power.

But she was very well protected by her father.

She didn't feel any of the residual power of the thunder tribulation.

"I don't feel anything, I just feel like I forgot something."

Ning Ruan said casually.

These words hit everyone's heart.

Don’t they just feel like they’ve forgotten something?

It seemed that they had no memory since Ning Ruan’s last wave of thunder tribulation.

Not only did I lose my memory, but I also felt a little uncomfortable physically.

Like someone had beaten him.

But there were no specific injuries.

It's weird!

What was even more shocked was undoubtedly the Shadow Clan.

They suddenly cried out in panic.

"Elder? The elder is missing?"

"No...it's not that I'm not seeing you..."

A cultivator from the Shadow Clan flew out of the spirit boat and headed straight for the location where Wang He was suppressed.

This place is very close to the place where Ning Ruan survived the thunder tribulation.

And it is here that one can feel the strong scent of Wang He.

Following the direction of this breath, it is below the Boundless Realm...

What monk would go down there?

Only... those who are no longer able to stabilize their body with their own strength, or who are about to die, or even already dead.

"No, it's impossible. How could the elders..."