Douluo's Summoner

, the summoner who dominates Douluo

early morning.

In Mu Qing's bedroom, Zhu Zhuqing helped him organize his clothes.

"What did you say to my dad?" Mu Qing asked in a low voice.

"I didn't say anything. I just went to see how uncle and the others were doing." Zhu Zhuqing said with a smile.

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing, Mu Qing suddenly had a headache.

Yesterday afternoon, I just had lunch.Mu Yan came to find him.He held Mu Qing's hand and talked a lot.The meaning behind the words.Just don't let Zhu Zhuqing down.He also said that Zhu Zhuqing was very good.

What can Mu Qing do?That's dad, one of the dearest people.

He reached out his hand and tapped Zhu Zhuqing's forehead.Mu Qing said angrily, "Forget it, I will forgive you this time, and next time, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Qing couldn't continue.

Zhu Zhuqing put down his hand, took a few steps back, looked at Mu Qing a few times, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Waving his sleeves, Mu Qing sighed.Open the door and walk out of the room!

Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth and smiled secretly.Followed behind him with brisk steps.

In the square outside, countless believers have begun to enter.

Knights Templar, Knights of Punishment.Two thousand knights, all dispatched.Protect Death City and the Temple.Prevent scofflaws from ruining the ceremony.

Even the Arbitration Knights under Mo Mei sent 3000 people.Defend the Holy City, the City of Death!

The entire Holy City has been in a state of carnival since yesterday.Countless believers took to the streets.Welcome the return of the Lord.

The door of the temple slowly opened.

Wow, the believers in the square slowly fell to their knees like waves.

Mu Qing was dressed in a jet black robe, holding the Book of Souls in the palm of his right hand.He holds a small Death Scythe in his left hand.Slowly step out of the temple.

Cheers erupted.无数的信徒，虔诚的祈祷。希望得到穆青的庇护。

The next moment, the Book of Souls slowly flew up, slowly spinning and circling above Mu Qing's head.Countless milky white lights spilled out.Light up the entire square.A white-gold soul ring slowly rose at Mu Qing's feet.In the square, low voices of prayer rang out.

The prayers in the soul ring were intertwined with the prayers of believers in the square.It sets off Mu Qing's straight body.The atmosphere of the ceremony was completely pushed to a climax.

Mu Qing held the Death Scythe in his left hand and slowly swung it out.

Behind him, a dark portal slowly appeared.

Through the portal, a world appears to everyone.In that world, what flows in the river is not river water, but milky white milk, and what grows on the trees is not fruit but bread.Countless souls live in it.Leisurely and contented!

On the high sacred mountain, among countless divine lights, a throne appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Life has an end, but death lives forever!" Mu Qing whispered.

His voice is not high.But the sound spread throughout the square!

The believers crouched down and murmured in a low voice, 'Life has an end, but Death lives forever! '

"Those who believe in me will enter my divine realm after death and enjoy eternal life!"

"My lord!"

The atmosphere in the square gradually became solemn.Countless believers knelt on the ground, calling for Mu Qing!

"Loyal believers will be rewarded by me!" Mu Qing whispered.The Death Scythe in his left hand swung out again.Countless milky white lights enveloped the square.The believers who deserved the blessing felt that huge, warm divine power slowly poured into their bodies.Improving their strength.

"My lord!"

Looking at everything in the square, Chen Xin's teeth suddenly felt a little sore.Is this the Death Cult?Is this Mu Qing?

Countless beliefs are like dense threads, one end is connected to the believers and the other end is connected to Mu Qing.He looked like a god or a devil!A huge aura enveloped the entire square.This aura was exuded by Mu Qing.However, such a huge breath is warm and soft.Not only did it not bring pressure to Chen Xin, but it made him feel a faint impulse.Take refuge!

But the pride of his title made him resist this feeling.

The blessing ends.From the gate of the temple, Ning Rongrong slowly walked out.Wearing a dark robe, the robe was embroidered with the same pattern as Zhu Zhuqing's with silver silk thread.

Mu Chun and Mu Xia supported her.Slowly came to Mu Qing.

Ning Rongrong knelt on one knee.

Mu Qing stretched out his hand and pressed it on her forehead.She whispered, "Here, I will grant you the status of a saint and walk in the world!" From the palm of her hand, a golden energy slowly surged out, planting a divine seal on her forehead.Afterwards, Mu Qing slowly raised his head.Make room!

Zhu Zhuqing came over, holding a garland of flowers and put it on Ning Rongrong's head.He whispered, "Here, I will crown you as the Pope! From today on, you will become the saint of the Death Cult." After saying that, he gave up his position and retreated behind Mu Qing.

The believers slowly raised their heads and looked at everything in front of the temple.Eyes full of eagerness.

Ning Rongrong slowly stood up and walked to the front.Open your arms and look at the believers.He said calmly, "I, Ning Rongrong. A lost lamb, a believer of the Lord. I will follow the Lord's instructions, become a saint, and serve my Lord!"

"Saint!" cheers rang out again.

The next moment, Mu Qing raised his hand, and in the portal behind him, countless divine lights fell on Ning Rongrong.Her breath kept rising higher and higher.

Soon, Ning Rongrong reached level seventy!

"My lord!"

The huge light illuminated the entire square and then illuminated the entire Death City.

On the street, in the house.In the entire Death City, all Mu Qing's followers fell to their knees.Shout out Mu Qing’s divine name!

The grand ceremony of blessing ceremony is finally over.Ning Rongrong also became the new saint of the Death Cult under Mu Qing's will.And, he got a god-given soul ring.Prepare to break through and become a Soul Saint!

On the throne of the temple, Mu Qing sat there, and Zhu Zhuqing stood beside him.The two looked at Chen Xin and Gu Rong below.

"So urgent?" After a long time, Mu Qing finally spoke!

The two came to say goodbye.Ning Rongrong became the saint of the Death Cult.Then, it is time to pay the price that needs to be paid, or in other words, the dowry for joining the Death Cult.

As soon as the blessing ceremony was over, Chen Xin took Gu Rong to find Mu Qing.He said goodbye and left, preparing to gather the remaining Qibao Glazed Sect forces on the mainland.

"Ah Qing, time waits for no one. If we finish this earlier, we will be better prepared to face the Spirit Hall earlier! Isn't it?" Chen Xin smiled and said!

Nodding, Mu Qing said, "Okay! In that case, I won't keep you. However, after all, you are working for the Death Cult. You still need your proper identity." After that, Mu Qing waved his hand. The two tokens slowly fell into the hands of Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

It is the token of the elder of the Death Cult.

There is a trace of Mu Qing's consciousness in the token.As long as he is a member of the Death Cult and a follower of Mu Qing.You can feel it as soon as the token comes out.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong took the token.Say goodbye and leave.

Looking at the backs of the two of them.Zhu Zhuqing whispered, "Is it over like this?"