Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

The rotten feeling burning the lungs spread from the internal organs to the whole body, and every cell was wailing in pain.

Du Ruo carefully felt the changes in his body, raised his sword with difficulty to block Solla's attack, felt the trajectory of the spiritual power in his body, and used his blessings to resist while finding the direction.

The moths transformed by Solla surrounded the surroundings, forming a dense encirclement. If there was a person with trypophobia at this moment, he would definitely choose to sleep on the spot.

The endless spiritual power turned into moths flying towards Du Ruo, and he reminded: "The use of the power of heaven and earth varies from person to person, don't stick to one situation."

Du Ruo half-crouched on the ground, leaning on his sword. He had no strength to stand up anymore. His body seemed like a rotten part, with the connecting gears failing to mesh, and only conveyed unspeakable pain.

Du Ruo's face was pale, and even the joints of the hand holding the sword exuded weakness, but the determination in his eyes did not waver in the slightest.

My brain didn't stop working, taking in every scene, thinking without any distractions. Finally, at a certain moment, the scenes around me suddenly faded away, and even the pain went away with them.

Spiritual illusion, detached from its own embodiment?

"I caught ..."

A subtle sound was filled with joy, pink and black light passed through like a thread, and a drop of clear spring water fell into the decayed flesh.

Tick ​​tock…

Soon after, more clear springs poured down, washing the burning lungs, just like a person who had been walking in the desert for a long time encountering an oasis and finding a way back to life.

The world seemed to be still, and the rustling sound was extremely clear. Black wings extended from the pink torso, and a butterfly fluttered in the air, absorbing the vast spiritual power around it, and Du Ruo's unique talent took shape.

A majestic tornado of spiritual power hung upside down in the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun for hundreds of kilometers, monopolizing everything around it, resonating with heaven and earth, and then madly poured into Du Ruo's body.

The butterfly struggled to break out of the cocoon, breaking free of the cocoon bit by bit, tearing open the obscure membrane that blocked its vision, taking a step over the last step, relying on the black and pink intertwined field, and re-weaving exquisite wings.

Flying butterflies covered the entire battlefield, gathering into a storm and announcing towards the sky.

Reach level nine!

"This is the ninth level." Du Ruo raised his fingertips, and a black and pink butterfly landed on them. "Use your own strength to draw the power of heaven and earth, integrate it, and find your own reality. Now I feel super strong~"

Du Ruo was extremely ecstatic at the moment. She clenched her fists and suddenly turned to look at the spectator seats, with the corners of her mouth raised.

There are only four words in those clear and sharp eyes: I am the first!

Fang Zhixin snorted and laughed, feeling both happy and speechless. It turned out that he wanted to be first just to show off in the team, right?

"Show off, you can show off, but be careful or I will reach level nine in a minute!"

Lu Yuan suddenly said: "I should be the next one. I have a feeling."

Zhong An looked at Du Ruo and nodded, with a gratified smile on his face, and he was genuinely happy for his teammate.

"Almost there, give me a few more minutes."

Two streams of spiritual power suddenly burst out, and veins bulged on Fang Shaoli and Bai Yuefeng's foreheads.

“Who would admit defeat?”

Fang Zhixin had a wooden face: …

Okay, okay, I'm provoking you again, right? Damn it, can't you just move a little? You're going to die if you keep fighting one by one!

Solla in the field whispered: "Congratulations, but shouldn't you wait until the game is over before you're happy?"

Du Ruo turned around, the smile on her face never stopped, and the world seemed a lot better to her.

"Come on, come on, finish the fight and retreat quickly. I am the first one to enter level nine. I still have to thank you, Solla, for your reminder just now. Thank you very much."

The black and pink butterfly was delicate yet deadly. Having experienced the kind of inexplicable bad luck before, Solla gave it his all.

Like a moth to a flame, just like Solla's choice.

Breaking out of the cocoon represents Du Ruo's persistence.

The two forces collided and annihilated each other. Du Ruo spread out his five fingers, clenched the sword in his hand, and leaped high on the whistling butterfly. His figure was as graceful as a piece of floating dust, lingering in the air.

With a roar, the sharp sword light cut off the moths and blasted towards Solla, and the sound of countless moths exploding was endless.

Solla raised the knife, gathered his own strength, pressed it into the blade and slashed out fiercely.

Like a torrent of confrontation, with life and death, Du Ruo finally killed the enemy with one sword with his honed fighting skills.

Put the final rest on the battle.

"you lose."

Solla sighed, "I lost. Although I entered the ninth level earlier than you, I admit that I am not as good as you in terms of combat experience."

The fighting style that was rubbing against the blade, walking on the edge of death, and taking it for granted was a flaw that his so-called level could not make up for.

Du Ruo kindly patted Solla's shoulder and said earnestly: "It's not shameful to lose to me. Your ability is restrained by me. If I still can't beat you at the same level, then I can go back to the furnace and rebuild."

The two walked towards the audience, and Solla smiled bitterly: "You are really strict with yourselves, is it because you are carrying the responsibility of Blue Star?"

Du Ruo shook his head and refuted without hesitation: "That's only a small part. The biggest motivation comes entirely from... my teammates..."

Solla:?

"How to say?"

Du Ruo pointed at Fang Zhixin and said, "If you don't make progress, you will be betrayed by your teammates."

She recalled: "You can't imagine, we were being hunted down before, she is very restrained now, oh no, to be precise, it is the enemy who is still numb and careless."

"Take advantage of this time to upgrade yourself. Otherwise, it would be too tragic to be chased and beaten by several level 10 monsters and surrounded by the Space-Time Demon Gods."

Solla looked at Du Ruo walking away and began to doubt his ears. Level 10? A bunch of space-time demon gods? Is this something a human can... dare to think of?

Fang Zhixin stood up and walked towards the venue, calling out, "Philen, it's our turn, hurry up."

Just as Fei Lun was about to say something, he heard Fang Zhixin muttering over there.

"This trick is quite effective. It was indeed the right decision not to enter the ninth level directly."

Feilun straightened his sleeves and sneered, "Why, you mean you could reach level nine before? You're so arrogant to say you could reach level nine."

Fang Zhixin said as he walked: "It's not that you can get in just like that, but there is indeed a way."

As the owner of the Voice of All Things, how could Fang Zhixin not know the opportunity to enter the ninth level? It’s just that this opportunity varies from person to person, and she herself can indeed step into it.

But it is not necessarily the case for teammates. Some things are useless to say out loud, especially when it is an opportunity to find oneself and return to one’s true self, words will only become a distraction option.

It would be better to organize a competition for exchange and discussion, so that everyone can experience firsthand the abilities of a ninth-level expert, and thus seize the opportunity to enter the ninth level more quickly and accurately.