Douluo: my wife Mo Xie

"Seventy has also completed the assessment, so now we are the only one left who has not completed the assessment."

In Haima City, Lian Ming said to Lian Qingling.

Lian Qingling's seventh test was completed just a few days ago, and he still has an eighth test left.

Lian Ming asked: "What is the content of your eighth assessment?"

Lian Qingling replied: "Defeat all the Seven Holy Pillars of Poseidon within one year."

Lian Qingling's assessment standards were at the same level of difficulty as Bo Saixi's assessment back then.

Lian Qingling is the only one in the top eight exams.Now there was finally a candidate for Poseidon, and it was not far from Bo Saixi's sacrifice of herself to open up the path to becoming a god.

Lian Qingling is the No. 1 choice to replace Bo Saixi, so the Seven Sacred Pillars must first accept Lian Qingling.

"Are you challenging the Seven Sacred Pillars again?"

Although Lian Ming didn't understand why Lian Qingling challenged the Seven Holy Pillars again, Lian Qingling was already at level [-]. Except for the difficulty of dealing with Sea Dragon Douluo, the other six Holy Pillars were not a problem.

"Don't worry, boss. I will do the assessment very quickly. I will challenge it once a day and complete it in seven days. Then we can go back."

Lian Ming and the others had been away from home for four years, and Lian Qingling felt a little homesick.

"It's okay, we'll wait for you."

Lian Qingxuan and Lian Qingmei consoled him.

The next day, Lian Qingling went to challenge Seahorse Douluo under the nearest Seahorse Holy Pillar, while Lian Ming absorbed the ninth spirit ring directly on top of Seahorse Castle.

Lian Ming was already absorbing it last night and it was not completed yet.

Zhang Qiling was not far away from Lian Ming to protect him.

The soul ring that Lian Ming absorbed at this time has reached 29 years and is approaching 30 years.

However, Lian Ming couldn't hold it any longer. The longzhi leaves in his mouth were chewed up and swallowed before he could digest them.

After forging the attributes of a 30-year-old soul ring and a 10-year-old soul ring, Lian Ming's body became more flexible than a level 95 titled Douluo, allowing Lian Ming to survive to 29 years.

"You're still a little short of it, hold on a little longer! Moye is still waiting for you!"

Lian Ming gritted his teeth and did not miss every opportunity to improve his strength.

He needs strength now. Every time he improves his strength now, he will be more sure of killing Tang San in the future.

cough--!

Lian Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Although his body has been tempered by a 10-year soul ring, his muscles and veins have not kept up with the strength of his body.

The 29-year-old soul ring energy raged in his heart veins, bursting his tendons.

Lian Ming was very afraid of pain. The tearing of his tendons gave Lian Ming an excuse.

"If you continue to persist, you may succeed in raising the soul ring to the 30-year-old level, but your heart will be left with irreparable trauma. The difference between 29 years and 30 years is not that big."

"Forget it, that's it, 29 years is pretty good."

Lian Ming sensibly gave up trying to be strong, returned to his original state, and ended the increase in the life span of his soul ring.

Suddenly, the crown mark between Lian Ming's eyebrows lit up, and golden light enveloped Lian Ming.

Lian Ming felt a lightness all over his body, and the pain of torn tendons and veins was greatly reduced. The speed of the soul ring's life span, which was originally crawling like a turtle, suddenly increased sharply. Before the soul ring's life span stopped increasing, it reached 30 years in one fell swoop.

"This is?!"

Lian Ming was surprised to find that under the golden light, his broken tendons began to recover quickly.

Lian Ming knew that this golden light was not the power of faith in Poseidon's Crown.But what is it?

Lian Ming was confused.

But no matter what, the most important thing now is to completely transform this 30-year-old soul ring into his own soul ring.

When Lian Ming's transformation was completed, Lian Qingling came back from challenging Seahorse Douluo, and seemed very relaxed.

"came back."

Lian Ming hugged Mo Xie and stood up.

"Boss, have you finished absorbing the soul ring?"

"Ah."

"Boss! You don't know, when I challenged Senior Kaiba, I didn't even use the eighth soul skill..."

Lian Qingling patted his chest and assured Lian Ming that the assessment would be completed within seven days, which reassured Lian Ming.

However, Lian Ming was a little absent-minded and looked at Mo Xie in his arms in a daze.

Mo Xie moved and grabbed Lian Ming's arm with his little hand.

Above the sky, dark clouds began to gather, and purple thunder and lightning flashed through the clouds.

A golden beam of light broke through the clouds and landed on Mo Xie. Mo Xie broke away from Lian Ming's hand and floated in the air along the beam of light.

Lian Ming didn't know what the situation was and didn't dare to act rashly.

Moye's form began to change, from the original Jiu Sheng God of War to Frost Love Dance to the seventh doll, and finally returned to the original classic state.

boom--

Above the dark clouds, the purple thunder that had been charged for a long time gathered into a bolt of lightning and struck down on Mo Xie's body. The golden beam of light was instantly dyed purple.

This thunder and lightning seemed to be a wire. The thunder and lightning in the dark clouds seemed to have found an outlet. Thousands of thunder and lightning vented on Moye.

The scene was like a divine punishment and a taboo.

"Moxie——!"

At this time, Lian Ming couldn't ignore the hint in his heart telling him not to take action, and released his martial spirit.

The general's martial spirit possessed him instantly.

"The sixth soul skill, dealing cards!"

Lian Ming's seventh and eighth soul skills were not offensive soul skills. In order to pursue the strongest attack, Lian Ming chose the most versatile sixth soul skill.

The sixth soul skill has a characteristic: there is no upper limit on the soul power it consumes. The more soul power it consumes, the greater the chance of drawing a powerful card.

"Ace of Spades·Spear of the Gods!"

Lian Ming channeled all his soul power into his sixth soul skill and drew out the Ace of Spades exclusive to Killing.

The card with the Ace of Spades printed on it transformed into a silver spear. The spear was plain and simple, but only the body of the gun exuded a mysterious aura, indicating that it was extraordinary.

Lian Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, fixing his gaze on the thunder and lightning in the clouds, and shot out his spear at lightning speed.

The spear pierced the clouds, the purple thunderclouds dissipated, and the purple beam of light was retracted as if it had completed its mission, leaving only Moye in the sky.

His soul power was exhausted, Lian Ming's legs went weak and he almost fell down.

"Boss!"

Lian Qingling ran over and helped Lian Ming.

Lian Ming stretched out his hand to push him away, staring closely at Moye in the sky.

After being attacked by the purple thunder and lightning, Mo Xie's eyes opened at some point, and he looked at Lian Ming like this.

Lian Ming covered his chest, and what he responded to was his powerful heartbeat and an unfamiliar heartbeat.

Although it was unfamiliar, Lian Ming knew that it was Mo Xie's heartbeat.

Licking his dry lips, Lian Ming cautiously opened his mouth and said, "Moye?"

In the sky, the expressionless Mo Xie's dark purple eyes flashed.

Peng——

A majestic purple mist appeared from behind Mo Xie.

The purple mist quickly condensed into a gorgeous purple sword, and then merged into Mo Xie's body.

Moye's pupils lit up, and his dull eyes became lively.

Moye blinked and stared at Lian Ming for a while, then suddenly transformed into the Jiu Sheng God of War state and fell towards Lian Ming as if he had lost his buoyancy.

Lian Ming hurriedly stretched out his hands to follow.

Gollum—

Lian Ming's throat moved.

At this time, Mo Xie was sitting on Lian Ming's left hand, with his right hand leaning on Lian Ming's shoulder, his feet dangling back and forth, his eyes flashing with intelligence.

Lian Ming's body was tense and he was too restrained to move.

This Moye seems a little different.