Douluo's Seven Rings Burning Heaven

When Qin Chuan fell from the burning Cockscomb's nest, the seven rings on his left hand were melting his memory into ashes. This was Douluo Continent, but it was not a legend he was familiar with - the thunder of the blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex danced on the scales of the armored rhinoceros, the ice staff of the instructor of the Divine Wind Academy reflected the mechanical lines, and the so-called invincible Clear Sky Hammer screamed in fear in the flames of Vongola's ring. Emotions are firewood and bonds are fire. The remnant soul of the first-generation Okora Mamoru whispered in the flames. Qin Chuan looked at Feng Xiaotian's spirit that was torn apart and reassembled by Lan Jie, Huo Wu used Qingyan to melt the ruins into a throne, and Ye Lingling's Nine-Hearted Begonia bloomed with the scent of death in the rain - these monsters selected by the ring were tearing apart the inherent laws of Douluo Continent. The Haotian Sect's Heaven-Shaking Formation collapsed in front of the crystal staircase, and the monitors of the Spirit Hall were reduced to puppets in the Mist Ring. When the seven rings finally pointed to the sky, Qin Chuan discovered that the most cruel trial had just begun: to stop the fire of destruction predicted by the first generation guardian, he must burn the dawn he ignited with his own hands. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.