Douluo's Summoner

"How scary!" Chen Xin exclaimed in a low voice!

"Yes! It's so scary!" Gu Rong murmured in a low voice!

"What's so scary?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

Chen Xin slowly raised his head and looked at Ning Rongrong.Originally, he was still worried about what was wrong with Mu Qing's forced increase in strength.But now, Ning Rongrong's account has been banned.Even if there is something inappropriate, what does it matter?You know, on Douluo Continent, the proportion of account bans is frightening.Only one title can be born among countless people.The former Ning Fengzhi was always stuck at level 79 because of his martial spirit!

Now, Ning Rongrong's martial soul has evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and his own level has reached level 91.Speaking of which, it has already exceeded the previous limits of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.Even if the way forward is cut off, it is still a loss.What's more, is the way forward really cut off?Chen Xin thinks, no!

Over the years, I have read countless people.Mu Qing can be said to be truly amazing in talent and beauty.Even in Chen Xin's opinion, Mu Qing's qualifications can even be called the strongest when it comes to cultivation.Ning Rongrong was Mu Qing's bedfellow. He was the first to not believe that Mu Qing was not sure of continuing to push Ning Rongrong forward.

He stretched out his left hand and patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder.Chen Xin whispered, "Rongrong, from now on, your Grandpa Bones and I have nothing to teach you. Let us two old Bones be your guards! I want to watch with my own eyes as you step by step... peak!"

"Grandpa Jian!" Ning Rongrong turned his head, his eyes slightly red, and glanced at Gu Rong, whose eyes were filled with relief.Whispered "Grandpa Bone!"

On the second floor, in Mu Qing's room.He stared blankly in the direction downstairs.Nowadays, the so-called floors and walls are no longer an obstacle to him.See it in perspective!As long as he wants!

Seeing the good scene between you and me, a trace of envy flashed in Mu Qing's eyes.He took a deep breath, raised his head, and put away his magical power.The golden eyes turned back to black and white again.

Slowly closing his eyes, Mu Qing fell into practice.He wants to advance quickly.Strive to reach level [-] as soon as possible!

Before you know it, the day of departure has arrived.Zhu Zhuqing had already arranged everything.

This morning, the sun was just right.The breeze blows on my face.Mu Qing was wearing a black robe and a hood.Following ten titles, he slowly stepped out of the temple.The morning breeze blew by, rolling up his black robe, revealing the golden book of souls on his waist.

In Temple Square, a team of thousands of Templar Knights had already assembled.The troika guarding the center!

As Mu Qing stepped out of the temple, the 1000 Templar Knights slowly separated, leaking out of the carriage in the center, and then, like ocean waves, slowly fell to their knees!With his right hand pointing like a sword, he pressed it on the divine mark on his forehead and whispered, "My Lord lives forever!"

Mu Qing looked around the square and nodded.He raised his feet, stepped slowly on the boulder ground, and walked towards the carriage step by step.Under the shining light, Mu Qing was dressed in black, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.It seems extremely harmonious.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong followed him and got on the second carriage.

Sister Mu Chun took Mo Mei and Sun Mi (the leader of the Punishment Knights) into the third carriage.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were naturally the first carriages.As for the leader of the Knights Templar, he led his men to guard outside.Didn't get on the bus.

"Let's go!" Mu Qing's voice came from the carriage.

"Yes!"

"Let's go!" Following the leader's order, a thousand knights slowly stood up, divided into four teams, with guards on both sides of the troika, and slowly took the first step!

Mu Qing reached out and slowly opened the curtain of the carriage, observing the Templar Knights from another perspective.There was something inexplicable growing crazily in his eyes.And that is called ambition!

Drive slowly out of the temple along the dedicated driveway.Mu Qing slowly lowered the curtains.He sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

The god of death appeared and the whole city was shocked.

On both sides of the wide central avenue, countless believers slowly gathered like pilgrims.The carriage is coming from a distance.They were like ocean waves, slowly falling to their knees and lying on the ground.Offer sincere faith.

The entire Death City has never been quieter.

Believers pray sincerely from the bottom of their hearts.The rising sun shone down, and the flags fluttering in the wind on the troika were so vivid and dazzling in the sunshine!

Mu Qing sighed with his eyes closed.He raised his head and patted the Book of Souls on his waist.In an instant, the milky white faith slowly dispersed like a field.Covering an area of ​​nearly three kilometers.

The believers floating on the ground only felt the broad, warm, father-like and God-like breath sweeping over them like a breeze.It not only swept away their fatigue, but also swept away their illnesses.

Not only who opened his mouth for the first time.Reciting Mu Qing's divine name in a low voice!

Like a tidal wave opening its floodgates.The sound of prayers instantly silenced everything.The whole scene was solemn, soft and calm.Yet amazing.

Suckling stood in the distance with his hands behind his back, quietly watching everything in front of him.However, under the calm face, there was already a stormy sea.Behind his back, his trembling hands were clenching his fists.

The carriage passed slowly.The milky white faith swept over almost everyone.

Until the carriage drove out of the city gate, the believers lying on the ground were still immersed in God's mercy.He was reluctant to get up for a long time.

Suckling took a deep breath.Suppressing the trembling in his heart, he whispered, "Let's go!" After that, he turned around and got into his carriage.

Twenty guards slowly surrounded the carriage and took steps.Follow Mu Qing's team.

Opening the curtains, Saklin stuck his head out and kept looking at everything in Death City.Until Death City is no longer visible.He still didn't see a single believer get up.The terrible Mu Qing, the terrible Death Cult.

And, it's in the corner where no one is paying attention.Mu Qian stood there and watched Mu Qing leave.

Cheng Ru held his arm and looked at the retreating team with eager eyes.In my mind, a thought quietly arose.

But Mu Qian didn't know what his second wife was thinking now.His eyes were red as he watched the convoy drive away.Relief, pride, and mixed thoughts flashed through his eyes one by one.That's his son, his seed!

Until the convoy was no longer visible, Mu Yan still stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time.

"Let's go!" After an unknown amount of time, the believers began to get up and leave.Only then did Cheng Ru come back to her senses, looked at Mu Yan, and whispered.

"Ok!"

The two left hand in hand.Cheng Ru quietly turned her head and looked at the city, with a trace of enthusiasm flashing in her eyes.

All the convoys are soul masters above Soul Saint, and even the horses pulling the carts are real soul beasts.Therefore, the entire team's forward speed seems slow, but it is actually very fast.

Before noon, the entire team had already traveled nearly a hundred miles.

After finding an empty spot, the knights began to set up camp.Prepare lunch.

The carriage stopped slowly and the door opened.Mu Qing and the two girls slowly stepped out of the carriage.Turning around, he glanced at Sucklin and the others who were following behind him, and a smile flashed in his eyes.