The Onmyoji of Douluo World

The awakening ceremony was very ordinary, and the deacon who awakened the martial arts spirits for the children did not have any emotional fluctuations.

Before helping Kong Jing awaken, the best martial spirit was just a golden lion's beast martial spirit.

The martial soul awakens very quickly, and the soul power test is even faster. Kong Jing felt that before he could react, the Golden Eagle Soul King walked up to him.

"Come on, come to the middle."

Carefully leading Kong Jing to the middle of the awakening formation, the Golden Eagle Soul King had a smile on his face, which was different from his previous demeanor.

There's nothing I can do about it, Kongjing's background is so big and scary.

How dare he, a little butler of the Soul King, offend an adult who was spying on the awakening ceremony in an upright manner?

Seeing that the deacon had a good attitude, Castle stroked his beard with satisfaction.

Finally his precious grandson arrived.

I don't know what level the innate soul power can reach.

He had already reached the eighth level, and his son had reached the ninth level, almost reaching full innate soul power.

"It should be able to reach at least the seventh level of innate soul power."

Castle was a little unsure. After all, things like innate soul power will not be revealed before the martial soul is awakened. Even if you are a titled Douluo, it is impossible to see the innate soul power of a child who has not awakened the martial soul.

In the Awakening Hall, Kong Jing had closed his eyes, feeling the flow of energy in his body.

A strange feeling appeared in his right hand, as if something was about to break out of its shell, which made him look forward to it.

"Is this my martial spirit?"

Opening his eyes slightly, what Kong Jing saw was a short brush floating above the palm of his hand, emitting silvery white light.

Tiantong pen

The top-notch weapon soul with the ultimate inclusiveness

After the martial soul awakened, before the Golden Eagle Soul King could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that his soul power was flowing uncontrollably in the direction of Kongjing.

The young men on the side who had just awakened their martial spirits had already fainted on the ground.

"No, Lord Castle, please save me."

The Golden Eagle Soul King's head felt hot and he immediately thought about escaping from Kong Jing's side.

At this time, Kong Jing only felt that his whole body was heating up, and his body became a whirlpool uncontrollably.

"not good"

Castle, who was peeking outside, was shocked and immediately passed through the space rift in front of him and shuttled into the Awakening Hall.

"The third soul skill, turning into a holy spring with one stroke"

The purple soul ring behind Castle shined, and a stream of fragrant spring water flowed directly from the Tiantong pen in his hand, wrapping Kong Jing, who had gone berserk with soul power at this time, and also wrapped the children who had passed out. .

As for the Golden Eagle Soul King, he just had his soul power drained, so it's no big deal.

"Um"

Castle frowned. Before he could take a breath, the clear flow surrounding Kongjing was almost exhausted.

It actually has such a large capacity

Castle was surprised. Although he had just used the third soul skill, under his eighty-ninth level Contra, it was not inferior to an ordinary soul emperor-level healing soul master.

As a result, it was about to be completely absorbed before it lasted for three seconds.

What on earth did this precious grandson do?

Castle thought a lot in an instant, but his movements did not stop. All the soul power was injected into the third soul ring, ensuring the supply of Kongjing's energy.

One minute

Two minutes

three minutes

Ten minutes passed, and Castle felt like his whole body had been drained. The Tiantong pen in his hand began to tremble, and the clear spring flowing from the pen tip turned into water droplets.

"What the hell happened?"

Castle was in trouble, Kong Jing had already passed out, and all of Castle's soul power was absorbed into Kong Jing's body.

If he continues, he is afraid that the old man himself will be buried first.

"The third soul skill, breath enchantment"

The gentle voice spread throughout the Awakening Hall, and a man in bright clothes appeared next to Castle, and the light in his hand enveloped Kong Jing's body.

In an instant, the power that absorbed Castle's soul power disappeared, and turned to absorb the soul power of the man who had just appeared.

"Oh, what a strange little guy. Is this your grandson, Bishop Castle?"

Castle's face was pale, but he still arranged his appearance gracefully, and then bowed to the man.

"Yes, His Highness Ju Douluo, he is my grandson, Kongjing."

Feeling the attraction coming from his aura barrier, Ju Douluo Yueguan showed an interested expression. He did not resist and allowed Kong Jing to absorb his soul power.

It's not that he is arrogant at Yue Guan, but because when he blocked Kong Jing's power to absorb soul power, he could clearly feel that this power was getting smaller.

That's right, after absorbing all the soul power of an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo, he can also absorb the soul power of a titled Douluo. With this, Kong Jing's specialness has been able to arouse that one's attention. Attention.

After a few more minutes, Ju Douluo dispersed his third soul skill, and Kong Jing also lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The weird absorption of soul power is over.

Castle also breathed a sigh of relief, then hurriedly ran to Kongjing's side and helped his grandson up.

Kong Jing felt his head was numb, and his eyes seemed to have double vision when looking at people.

The power in his body was disappearing rapidly, as if something was constantly absorbing his power.

This is reflected in the outside world, which is an appalling scene.

In Kong Jing's right hand, which was supported by Castle, the Wuhun Tiantong pen that he was holding was broken.

The silver light all over the sky gradually condensed into a silver-blue paper fan, and the pressure emanating from the heavy black shadows on the fan even made Yueguan, the titled Douluo, feel his heart sink.

"The martial soul is broken and then reorganized." Yue Guan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't make any other moves.

The status of the Castle clan in Wuhun Palace is no worse than that of a titled Douluo.

The descendant of Tiantongbi Wuhun has been guarding the Pope for generations. Castle's son died tragically in the hands of that man just to help the previous Pope out of trouble.

With this merit alone, no matter how special Kongjing is, no one will harm him.

hum~

hum~

hum~

Although Castle was also surprised by the shattering and reorganization of Kongjing's martial spirit, he was more worried about his grandson's life.

I lost my son in old age, and my only relative was Kongjing.

hum~

hum~

hum~

The silver-blue paper fan slowly fell into Kong Jing's hand, and a silver-white light instantly turned into a vortex, gradually condensing into a four-color circular soul ring.

"Self-Condensing Soul Ring"

Yue Guan only felt that his world view was shattered, and his graceful appearance completely disappeared.

Who can tell him what is going on with the soul ring that shines in four colors: red, red-black, azure, and light blue?

It's impossible for him, a titled Douluo, to have an illusion, right?

The corner of Yueguan's mouth twitched, and then moved, as if he was conveying some message.

"Bring him to the papal palace."

The sweet and majestic voice reached Yue Guan's ears, and Yue Guan nodded slightly in the direction of the sound.

"Yes, Your Highness the Pope."

Yue Guan was reporting to the Pope on the special situation here, while Kong Jing finally woke up.

"Guru~"

Choking on his own saliva, Kong Jing coughed and finally regained all his strength.

Strangely enough, after absorbing the power of a Contra and a Titled Douluo for several minutes, Kong Jing felt that his power had not actually increased much.

Now, all his attention was focused on the folding fan in his hand and the four-color soul ring floating next to him.

"This color and this folding fan." The corners of Kong Jing's mouth twitched, and he had a bad idea in his mind.

"Damn it, I've traveled through time and you still want me to be bald"