Douluo's Summoner

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Zhu Zhuqing stood in front of a window on the upper floor of the temple, silently watching the battle on the hilltop in the distance.His hands were unnaturally behind his back, clenching his fists tightly.

Finally, the last light on the mountain slowly dimmed.The battle is over.Soon, a figure flew towards the temple.The tightly clenched fists behind Zhu Zhuqing's back were slowly loosened.

Mu Qing's body quickly rushed into the temple.Sitting on his throne.With a stern face, he suppressed his trembling hands.After a long time, poof!A mouthful of bruised blood was spat out by him.Before the blood even hit the ground, he waved his right hand and the blood was evaporated.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. He was indeed Sword Douluo!The strength is indeed strong!

On the top of the mountain, Sword Douluo looked at the temple with his hands behind his back.The hands behind him were shaking unnaturally.The Seven Killing Sword had already been put away by him.When the two of them said goodbye for the last time, they both pretended to be nonchalant.It was as if the battle just now was just a warm-up.However, only they themselves know how much pressure they endured when the Seven Kills Sword and the Death Scythe collided.

Chen Xin marveled at Mu Qing's growth.For him, Mu Qing at this time was already a person who could threaten him.

However, Mu Qing himself did not feel so.He was deceived by Chen Xin's final performance.He suddenly felt that even if he became Soul Saint, he seemed to be no match for Chen Xin, not to mention that the Qibao Glazed Sect also had an ancient banyan.Therefore, a new round of hard training has been put on his agenda!

Stretching out his trembling right hand, Mu Qing gently clenched his fist.The next moment, he put down his hand dejectedly.I am still too weak!

After a long time, Chen Xin finally calmed down.He took a deep look at the temple.Turn around and leave, going straight to the Qibao Glazed Sect. As for Ning Qi in Hanhai City, there is no need to go there.

With the sound of footsteps, Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked into the temple.She raised her head, glanced at Mu Qing on the throne, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and whispered, "Are you okay?"

The golden energy slowly flows through the body, healing the scars left by the battle just now.Mu Qing raised his head, smiled, and said, "What can happen to me? Don't worry, he and I are just equal!" After saying that, he covered his mouth with his right hand and coughed lightly.When he retracted his hand, he inadvertently brushed away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

After getting up, Mu Qing stepped down from the throne and came to Zhu Zhuqing's side.The right hand behind her back stretched out and gently stroked her green hair. The trace of blood on her fingers had long been wiped away by his true energy.When a white and clean hand fell on her head.Zhu Zhuqing finally felt relieved.

She raised her hand and held Mu Qing's hand, refusing to let go for a long time.

Mu Qing smiled.He stretched out his left hand and hugged her waist.Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two gradually became entangled.We haven't been separated for a long time.

But at this moment, they were not the only ones who had not fallen asleep.

In the city, in the Wuhun Palace.Suckling stood in front of the window, calmly looking at the moonlight outside.Suddenly I felt chilly all over my body.What he saw and heard during the day kept echoing in his mind.He suddenly realized that someone like Mu Qing could not be controlled by others?Not even Bibi Dong!

Those nine blood-red soul rings, and Mu Qing's low voice at the end, "I am the God of Death!" 'All to Suckling's horror!

He didn't know what his disregard for God's orders some time ago, or even his indulgence, had unleashed.However, he suddenly felt that he seemed to have done something wrong.

Turning around, Suckling glanced at the stack of golden soul cards on the table, stretched out his hand tremblingly, picked up one, and looked at it in front of his eyes.At this moment, only these things could bring him some comfort.He kept saying to himself that everything was to deal with Qibao and to erase the Qibao Glazed Sect, everything was worth it!

But, he knows it himself.This is just a kind of self-comfort.Sighed.He thought for a while, put down the golden soul card in his hand, came to the desk, sat down, picked up a pen, spread out the paper, and wanted to write a letter to Bibi Dong.

After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly realized that he couldn't put pen to paper.

Put down the pen hard.There was a hint of anger on his face.

On the other side, in a hotel in Xilu City.Ning Qi also didn't sleep.Everything during the day suddenly gave him a lot of confidence. There are more than 20 soul saints, more soul kings, soul emperors, and thousands of soul masters. With this power, as long as you give them time, everything can be done!

What's more, Ning Qi knew that in a few days, the Death Cult would have a team of tens of thousands of soul masters in their hands.The Death Cult at that time will be even more powerful.

Under the moonlight, the same city, different moods.However, neither Ning Qi nor Saklin felt sleepy at all.

When the sun rises.The next day has arrived!

The third floor of the temple.In Mu Qing's room.He slowly opened his eyes.Put your hands down.He breathed a sigh of relief.After a night of double cultivation, the injuries in my body were finally almost healed.

On the opposite side, Zhu Zhuqing also opened his eyes.He glanced at Mu Qing.

The next moment, the two smiled.Zhu Zhuqing said, "Should we start today?"

"Let's get started! Finish it early and practice early! Also, we must make a decision in the future. Today is the awakening day of the gods! Don't mess around, it will easily interrupt my practice plan!" Mu Qing smiled!

"Okay!" Zhu Zhuqing thought for a while and nodded.Agreed!

Mu Qing added, "Also, the number of divine envoys needs to be controlled. Otherwise, I will be exhausted after a while!"

Seeing Mu Qing's frightened expression, Zhu Zhuqing covered his mouth and smiled.He nodded and said, "Okay, let's do this. Not counting Sister Mu Chun, 3000 people, how about that?"

Calculate the workload.Mu Qing nodded.Agree.

For the remaining 8000 people, select some with good qualifications and stay around the temple. Firstly, they will protect the temple. Secondly, when Mu Qing is tired from practicing, they can take them with them to improve their strength.It's a kind of divine gift.Of course, if you want to get this kind of reward, you need to do something.You can’t keep it in vain, right?

According to Mu Qing's plan, a maximum of fifty of the one hundred five-ringed divine envoys will be separated and continue to be divine envoys, while the rest will stay in the temple to help Mu Qing and Zhu Zhuqing deal with some matters. thing!

They will all wear black clothes, embroider red patterns, and become priests of the Death Cult!

Sister Mu Chun will have silver patterns embroidered on her black clothes, becoming the first and second bishops of the Death Cult.Zhu Zhuqing will be the Pope!

After discussing everything, the two finally walked out of the room.

Suddenly, Mu Qing suddenly felt, why did an adventure game suddenly turn into a farming and construction stream?Aren't you afraid of being thrown into the street?

Following Mu Qing's decision, it reached the ears of the envoy.One thousand one hundred divine envoys, with their ten followers, began to gather in the square.Today, tomorrow, and even the next week, Mu Qing will be busy with God's gift.Getting rid of it and cultivating the divine seal will also be tiring!