The power of the five elements of Douluo continent

When Shrek and everyone were on their way to the Wuhun Hall, the master also arrived at the Wuhun Hall. Although Bi Baixuan had already told him with certainty that there was absolutely no problem for Xiaosan to practice dual martial arts, but in the mind of the master, Xiaosan was just like He was his biological son, so how could he make such a hasty decision?

Therefore, this made him walk firmly to the gate of Wuhun Palace.

At this time, in front of the Wuhun Palace.

The master dressed in commoner clothes walked into the city after being examined by the soul master. The current master is no longer what he used to be. After many years of stagnant soul power, it has settled in his body. After this evolution of the martial soul, All his talent and soul power exploded like a blowout, out of control.

The current master's soul power is close to that of Contra, which shows how powerful the master's talent is.

The master didn't stop for a moment, or even take a breath to rest. The master came directly to the gate of the Pope's Hall, the highest governing body of Wuhun Palace.

"Stop." Two temple guardian knights wearing silver armor blocked the master's way. A total of one hundred temple guardian knights raised the knight's sword in their hands at the same time. "This is a forbidden area, if you come one step closer, you will be shot without mercy!"

There were hundreds of temple-protecting knights who were far inferior to the master in strength. The master's expression still did not change at all, nor was he angry at all. The master's expression was still as indifferent as usual. He raised his hand and showed his token.

The leading knight guarding the temple stepped forward quickly. When he saw the six patterns on the token clearly, he couldn't help but shudder. With a thud, he knelt on one knee and said, "See the elder."

Hundreds of temple guards made the same movements in unison. Against their backdrop, the original ordinary master no longer looked so ordinary.

"Take me to see the Pope." The master told the other party his purpose in the simplest words.

Half an hour later, in the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace, the master quietly drank the high-quality tea and waited quietly.

In the thousand-square-meter Nuo Da Conference Hall, he was the only one at this time.

The master's eyes were always focused on the fragrant tea in his hand. He never looked at the magnificent things around him. He just waited quietly.

The three-meter-high arch opened, and a soft voice sounded outside the door, "You guys are waiting outside. No one is allowed to disturb you without my order!"

"Yes!"

The master finally moved his eyes away from the tea, and looked towards the door of the meeting hall.

The door opened, and a woman came in from outside.

She is not tall, wearing a luxurious black robe inlaid with gold patterns, wearing a nine-curved purple gold crown on her head, and holding a scepter about two meters long with countless gems inlaid in her hand. Her fair skin and almost perfect appearance make her look... It's so different.

Especially the intangible nobility and holiness that exudes from the body, it is even more unbearable to give birth to the emotion of worship.

The master was sitting, and after the woman walked into the door, she also stopped. Their eyes just collided in the air, without any sparks bursting out. There was something more in the master's indifferent eyes, apologies and memories. More of it is sadness.

There was a complex change in the woman's eyes instantly. Although she looked like she was only about 30 years old, in fact, she was one year older than the master. The scepter in her hand fell to the ground with a soft ding sound.

"You are here." The soft and pleasant voice can easily make people feel like a spring breeze.

But the master's eyes became hard because of this. He put his hands on the table in front of him and stood up. He turned to the woman and said, "Yes, I'm here! Are you okay?"

A faint smile appeared on the woman's face, "There is nothing wrong with me among thousands of people. As the ruler of Wuhun Palace, even the emperors of the two empires must show courtesy when they see me. Do you think I will?" What’s wrong?”

The master sighed, "Bibi Dong, I know the pain in your heart."

"Bibi Dong? Didn't you say that? I have almost forgotten this name. Please call me Pope, or call me Your Majesty. I am no longer the stupid Bibi Dong back then."

Yes, the soft and beautiful woman in front of me is the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, the target of all soul masters' pilgrimage, the Pope.

She is the youngest pope in the history of Wuhundian, and she took over the position of pope when she was less than 40 years old.

At first, many people raised doubts.

But as time went by, under her hard work, Wuhundian developed more rapidly and became more united.Many people already believed that she would be the most outstanding Pope of the Wuhun Temple.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope." The master's pupils shrank a little, and a trace of pain flowed out of his eyes. He turned around, walked to the place where he was sitting before, and stood there, holding a cup of tea. In the memories of the past.

Looking at the master's back, the indifference in the pope's eyes disappeared, and a hint of unbearable emotion flashed through her eyes. She raised her feet, as if she wanted to step forward, but she finally stopped.

"What do you want to see me for? We haven't seen each other for 20 years." The Pope's voice still sounded calm.

The master took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. He didn't even think that seeing Bibi Dong again would make him lose control so much.