Douluo falls in love with the female pope

Chapter 2 The mottled ancient clock shocked the world, and the immortals descended from the nine heavens! 【Recommendation】

Cutting a line dragged his tired body and left the holy soul village with difficulty.

He staggered towards the distance.

He silently looked forward to the arrival of Goldfinger in his heart.

There is a certain risk in roaming the heavens to hunt and kill traversers.

If Tiandao wants to devour the system, he has to cut a line and match him with cheats!
I know very well that this time the start is so difficult, and the golden finger may be long overdue!

But the late cheat is still a cheat. According to the urinating nature of heaven, this cheat is not like a check-in system, a sign-in system, etc. I beg you to use it, he has to make you catch up !

"The basic power of this world is martial soul, maybe my golden finger will be related to martial soul."

"Is it the picture, the banner, or the bell?"

In the forest after the summer rain, Jianxian stood up slowly while leaning on a big tree.

The fire in front of me is emitting bursts of blue smoke,

I looked at the sky, it was already bright!

He put on a cloak he had picked up somewhere, and broke off a branch to use as a walking stick.

Headed to Notting City again.

This is a must go place, he has to kill Yu Xiao just now!

His body is extremely full of energy and blood, and it is the body of a demon god forged with the treasures of heaven and earth and golden alchemy wine!
It's like a heaven and earth oven!
But now that the golden finger has not come, everything is sealed in the body, it is really hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!

He now needs a soul master to help him awaken his martial soul!

We must find that battle soul master!

In the twilight, on the mottled back wall of the Wuhun Hall in Notting City, he sat down slowly while leaning against the wall, smoking the dry tobacco stolen from the arms of some old farmer, and looked at the night sky.

The stars are shining brightly, and the moonlight is like flowing water.

The shadow of the moon is mottled, I walk alone for thousands of miles!

He swallowed impatiently.

...........
Notting City, Wuhun Hall, the aged Master Maxiu Nuo.

He stood quietly by the bed, he couldn't fall asleep when he was old.

What's more, the wind in this summer night is really noisy!
To tease people's hearts for no reason.

Master Matthew Nuo is over half a century old, and has dedicated his youth to the Wuhun Hall and the Wuhun Awakening Ceremony for the children.

In the middle of the night, it was bright outside the window.

Master Matthew Nuo, who put on his clothes, opened the curtain of the bedroom

What I saw was the young man in the corner swallowing the moonlight, and the silver light was falling, illuminating that corner of the Wuhun Hall.

He hastily woke up the young man sleeping next door: "Yuntao! Yuntao, get up!"

Master Su Yuntao, who rushed over after hearing the sound, was still a little sleepy. He looked blankly at the excited old man in front of him, and suddenly he was shocked, and he tightly clutched his chest!
There was inexplicable horror in his eyes, as if he had re-acquainted with Master Maxiu Nuo, that fearful and weird face seemed to be accusing!

"Hey! Yun Tao, what are you thinking about!" Master Maxiu Nuo said angrily, "Don't bring me in the young man from outside!"

Su Yuntao took two steps forward, only to find the ragged boy in the corner, he hurriedly ran down the stairs.

When Cutting Line saw Su Yuntao, he was stunned:

Isn't this the well-known Grandmaster Su Yuntao in the world of crossing, who said that you are the one who is destined to become a god after saying that you are a waste martial soul!
"You are a useless martial soul!" Awaken the soul curse of the awakened god king to awaken the martial soul!

"Young man, where are you from? What's the purpose of coming to my Wuhun branch in Notting City?" Master Matthew Nuo asked tentatively.He was a little nervous, and intuitively he felt that it was not easy to cut a line!
Cutting a line and looking at Matthew Nuo in front of him, he saw that he was tall, fair-skinned, but kind, and he was looking at himself with slightly squinted eyes.

"It's coming to the Wuhun Hall to awaken the Wuhun!" Cut a thread and said.

"Here, Master Matthew Nuo! How old is this young man? I'm afraid he is useless..." Master Su Yuntao muttered to himself, he is already in his teens, even if his martial soul is awakened, he might still be a useless martial soul!
Looking at Master Su Yuntao, whose face remained unchanged because he got up in the middle of the night, he secretly smiled in his heart: What you want is that you treat me as a useless martial soul. If you say that I am a genius, I am still afraid of Zaoyao !

Seeing Su Yuntao's impatient appearance, Master Matthew Nuo shook his head secretly: Yuntao, Yuntao, you are so impetuous, no wonder Sisi...
It's just that the eagerness in Master Matthew Nuo's eyes has subsided a bit. After all, he is old at this age, but he is old after all, so he can hold his breath and confirm to Jiexian: "Awakening the Martial Soul?"

Seeing Master Matthew Nuo's unfazed look, he lied casually: "I used to live in a mountain called Honghuang, and was with an old man named Hongjun. I have nowhere to go alone, and I heard that the Wuhun Palace is free for poor soul masters to awaken their Wuhun, so I rushed all the way here!"

Master Matthew Nuo nodded knowingly, thinking that this is the case, he showed an encouraging look towards the front line, and he had some expectations in his heart: this small town has not had a talented soul master for many years !
I don't know how far away, in a hall shrouded in purple air in the chaos, a fairy-like old man suddenly sprayed out the tea in his mouth, "When did the old man get eaten by wolves!?"

In the Wuhun Hall, I saw Master Maxiu Nuo crouching, slowly arranging six black stones into a hexagram formation, and motioning to cut a line to stand inside, as usual, shrouded in golden light, extremely dazzling, cut a line But there is no change!
"That's impossible!" Master Ma Xiunuo exclaimed, even the most humble commoner has a martial soul, even the most useless and most unlikely blue silver grass, it is also a martial soul!
This incomparably rich golden light, how could it be possible that the Martial Soul hasn't come out yet!

The only possibility is that Wuhun is too powerful!

Master Matthew Nuo unbelievingly increased the output of soul power, the golden light became more and more intense, and finally almost turned into a thick liquid, filling every inch of space!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" The bell rang, and the mottled ancient clock appeared behind Jianxian. The sound of the bell was mellow and deep, long and solemn.

A golden light shot straight into the sky!The clouds in the night sky kept surging towards the center of the beam of light. With Notting City as the division, the sky of Douluo Continent became distinct!

sky!Cracked!

There were ripples in the void, and the bell sounded far, far away, permeating every corner of Notting City, and even spread to farther places.The sound of the bell seems to come from the sky, and it seems to go to the sea!

Everyone, whether it is Matthew Nuo and Su Yuntao in the main hall, or Tang San and Xiao Wu who are studying at Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy, or Tang Hao who secretly protects Tang San, or even the martial spirit who is thousands of miles away Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu of the city.

The mellow bells echoed around them, their bodies, ears, and eyes were full, and there was only vastness and emptiness in front of them, the overwhelming vastness, the vicissitudes that were gradually fading away, and the aftertaste of stories that were unsettled and rising again and again!

They seemed to have seen their past and present lives, and countless people recalled their youth in this summer night!
At this time, Master Maxiu Nuo had already fallen to the ground with exhausted soul power, and he even forgot to ask Su Yuntao to help him up.

He stared blankly at the cut-off line in front of him, and also at the mottled ancient clock behind him, his eyes became sharper, as if he had returned to the time when he was in high spirits decades ago.

"This! It must be reported to His Majesty the Pope immediately!"

　Who is the son waiting for?

　　Waiting for an old friend!
　　What is he waiting for?
　　Wait for him to vote for recommendation!

　　


(End of this chapter)