The Onmyoji of Douluo World

It was late at night and people were quiet.

Kong Jing sat on his bed, looking at the bright moon outside the window, but he had mixed emotions in his heart.

Every time he saw the bright moon, he couldn't help but wonder if he really existed in this world, or if he was just having a dream.

Suddenly one day you will wake up and find yourself lying in a ward full of disinfectant. Then a doctor in a white coat will come over and say that you have been in a coma for more than a day.

He didn't know how the senior time travelers on the Internet overcame this kind of mentality. He just wanted to make himself feel at ease.

In that world, he had no nostalgia.

In this world, he has a grandfather, a teacher, a senior sister, and many people who care about him.

"Why are you thinking so much? When did you become so fragile?" Kong Jing picked up the mirror next to the bed, looked at the young face in the mirror, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Lying down, Kong Jing felt the gentleness of the moonlight shining on his face, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Tomorrow, it's time to enter the elite class.

After coming back to tell Grandpa the news this evening, Kong Jing found that Grandpa did not look proud or happy, but instead had a solemn look on his face.

He seems to know something

What is this elite class for?

With a lot of questions in his mind, Kongjing fell asleep.

In the dream, he seemed to see a group of black figures. They were so familiar and so powerful.

Hahahaha~ Onmyoji, go and go with peace of mind

We are behind you

I will never betray your trust, Onmyoji.

The scenery was beautiful on a sunny day, with red flowers and green grass. Kong Jing felt his body moving forward very briskly.

Today, no one took him with him. He had to rush to the Holy Mountain of Wuhun Academy alone.

Speaking of the Holy Mountain, Kong Jing suddenly thought of the inhuman-shaped Titled Douluo who was crushed by the Ghost King Jiutun Tongzi. He didn't know what the three-headed husky's condition was now, whether he was dead or not.

But after hearing why that titled Douluo was so crazy, Kong Jing felt very sympathetic in his heart.

Have you ever seen a titled Douluo who doesn’t even have a soul bone?

Thinking that in the future, the protagonist will not be able to unite with the Soul Emperor, and his body will be full of soul bones, it will be a sigh~

Different lives, what can you do?

A year has passed in Wuhun Academy. Many students from the junior class have been promoted to the intermediate class. Of course, many students have not been successfully promoted.

It's all a matter of talent.

Feeling the fragrance of flowers in the air, Kong Jing came to the flower garden without feeling anything. Several girls wearing floral pleated skirts were sitting in the flower garden meditating. They seemed to be practicing very seriously.

Kongjing slowed down his pace and did not disturb others.

Several soul masters walking in front of Kongjing also lowered their voices and left here quietly.

This is a living Wuhun Palace.

The Wuhun Palace with a mind full of war and soul power only existed in novels from another world.

In the real world, the Wuhun Palace, which can think about the lower-level soul masters and does not collude with the nobles of the empire, is the benefactor of the soul masters no matter what.

Who knows why my IQ dropped at the end of the novel.

After complaining a little in his heart, Kong Jing left the flower garden and his steps became brisk.

The Holy Mountain is not far away.

At this time, inside the Holy Mountain, a group of young people with serious expressions on their faces were looking at the old man in front of them.

"We came back this time to replenish supplies and rest. Why would someone suddenly join the elite class?"

The leader, a man with short blond hair, had a fierce look on his face, "What we do is not a house game. Don't just stuff some garbage in. Those gentlemen don't know what we are doing and they send people in." gold plated"

Facing the doubts of the young man with short blond hair, Martin just smiled and remained silent.

"Tch" the young man curled his lips disdainfully and looked at the people next to him, "Don't be so embarrassed, aren't you just bringing new people? Aren't you all new people here too? Give me a big smile."

The mouth corners of a group of young people twitched and they grinned stiffly. The blond young man looked at the corners of his eyes and twitched, "Forget it, you better stop laughing."

Martin watched them interacting and didn't say anything. He just looked at them with very gentle eyes.

"Dean Martin, I'm here."

With a loud shout, Kong Jing appeared in front of everyone.

The blond young man couldn't hold on to the smile he was struggling to maintain, and he looked at Dean Martin in front of him fiercely.

"Dean, don't tell me, this brat is the student who wants to join our team," the blond young man growled in a low voice, his eyes full of disgust.

Of course, this disgust was not directed at Kongjing, but at Martin.

He thought that this kid had offended Martin, or offended some big shot, and wanted to get rid of him with the help of their elite class.

Martin reluctantly calmed down the blond young man's irritable temper, "Lu Xiu, you are also the boss of the elite class after all. Can you please calm down? Kong Jing is not an ordinary person."

"How do you want me to calm down this kid? Now you don't even let the kid off? Who has he offended? Tell me, and I will go find him to judge."

Anyway, what Lu Xiu meant was that Kong Jing would never be allowed to enter the elite class. That would be courting death.

"I didn't offend anyone~" Kong Jing walked to Martin's side with a confused look on his face and looked at Lu Xiu and said.

The corner of Lu Xiu's mouth twitched twice. He wanted to say, at your age, you probably don't even understand what it means to be offended.

"Eh~" Lu Xiu suddenly dropped his hand holding Dean Martin's collar and looked at his friends behind him with some dejection.

"Don't worry, boss, you can do whatever you want."

A young man who suddenly smiled playfully grabbed Lu Xiu's shoulder and said something in his ear.

Lu Xiu took a deep breath and watched Martin growl word by word, "I can let this brat join the elite class, but only after one action. No matter who wants to punish him, it must end."

Kong Jing was a little confused, not knowing what the person in front of him was talking about.

Just as he was about to retort, his mouth was covered by Hu Liena behind him.

Hu Liena didn't know when she came over.

Feeling the movement, Lu Xiu and the others looked back and saw the stunning Hu Liena and Xie Yue with an evil smile on her face.

"So are these two brats." Lu Xiu turned around stiffly and looked at Martin.

Martin nodded expressionlessly, and then disappeared.

"Roar"

The angry roar turned into golden light waves and directly bombarded where Martin was standing.

"When did the Wuhun Academy become a slaughterhouse for those big men? There are two teenage brats plus a kid who must have just awakened the martial arts. Dean Martin, if you don't give us a reasonable explanation , the elite class of Wuhun Academy has been disbanded."

Lu Xiu, possessed by the martial soul and turned into a golden lion, looked at Martin in the distance with a sullen face.

"Hey." Martin sighed leisurely, looking at Lu Xiu and others with some sympathy.

"Originally, I was planning to let them get along with you as ordinary people, but now I don't pretend anymore. They are geniuses. I'm showing off my cards~"

Martin waved his hand helplessly.

Hu Liena took Kong Jing's hand and slowly walked to Lu Xiu and others.

"Hu Liena, a nine-tailed demon fox with a martial spirit and a soul master with level 34 soul power."

Three yellow, yellow, and red soul rings rose from under their feet, blinding Lu Xiu and others.

Kong Jing finally came to his senses. It seemed that this elite class was trained to keep their heads tied to their belts. Otherwise, Lu Xiu and the others would not react so strongly.

They don't want their junior students to die.

"Kong Jing, a descendant of the Martial Spirit God, a soul master with thirty-level soul power."

Three four-color soul rings rose up, and the faces of Lu Xiu and others were completely stiff.

"Gan"

After a long time, Lu Xiu dispersed the possession of Wuhun and spit out a curse word.