Legend of the Angel of Douluo

In the first branch of the Pope's Palace, a purple-haired woman wearing a golden robe and holding a scepter was sitting on the main seat above. Below, two-faced men wearing yellow and black robes stood respectfully on both sides. A red archbishop below was holding a huge ancient book in his hand, with his head slightly lowered.

"Why hasn't that brat come yet? Why has His Majesty the Pope been kept waiting for so long? It's so outrageous!"

"How about I just go over and bring him here?"

Ju Douluo looked up at Bibi Dong and asked tentatively.

"No need, little Su Ming hasn't become a true soul master yet. After experiencing that kind of thing and traveling for several days, it's normal to be a little tired."

"I prepared a medicated bath for him to strengthen his body and cleanse his body. He may not be able to bear the power of the medicine and fell asleep directly."

"Wait a moment, it won't be a hurry."

Seeing that Bibi Dong was unmoved, Ju Douluo stopped talking for the time being.

"The Pope is so kind to this boy. It seems that he really plans to accept him as his direct disciple." Ju Douluo sighed inwardly.

"What a lucky boy. I hope he can really grow up in the future and help His Majesty the Pope to share some of the pressure." As one of Bibi Dong's confidants, Ju Douluo still knows a lot about the battles in Wuhun Palace, but Wuhun The palace was kind to him, and even if he was a supporter of Bibi Dong, he couldn't do anything openly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon there was a "ta-da-da" sound coming from outside.

"Here we come." Bibi Dong opened her eyes, with a smile on her face, and looked at the entrance of the branch hall tenderly.

Reluctantly standing behind Hu Liena, Su Ming looked left and right, then walked over leisurely.

"┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~, it turns out that my sister and the two elders are here, and this..." Seeing four pairs of eyes staring at him, Su Ming quickly corrected his attitude and said seriously.

"Haha, this guy's face changes so quickly." Hu Liena glanced at Su Ming and said with contempt in her heart.

"Now that you're here, let's prepare for the martial soul awakening." Bibi Dong smiled and nodded.

"This time, I will use the most complete martial soul awakening formation, and I will also bring the cardinal from the Wuhun Palace who specializes in recording the martial soul encyclopedia. The mystery of your martial soul is not far away from being revealed."

After hearing this, Su Ming's eyes lit up.

"Can I finally figure out my martial soul?"

Looking at the red cardinal with his head bowed with silver hair, Su Ming took a deep breath: "Outside, you can't be too casual. As a disciple of the Pope of Wuhun Palace, you have to be serious!"

"let's start."

Bibi Dong opened her palms, and several crystal stones floated from her palms, and then flew to Su Ming's side. They were arranged together in a mysterious order, and emitted a stream of light surrounding Su Ming.

"Concentrate your mind, close your eyes, and find the deepest power in your soul!"

Hearing this, Su Ming also shook his head, discarded all the thoughts in his heart, and understood it carefully.

This time was the martial soul awakening ceremony presided over by the current Pope of the Spirit Hall. If his martial soul hadn't come out yet, then Su Ming would be in great disgrace, and even his full innate soul power would be in vain.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Su Ming felt that his whole body was warm and full of warmth.

"boom……"

There seemed to be the sound of broken chains coming from the body. Invisibly, a wave of heat emerged from the body and went straight to the heart. Then it circulated back and forth in the body several times before gradually calming down.

Seven-colored light pillars composed of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple emerged from Su Ming's feet, enveloped his whole body, and then converged on his eyebrows, forming a seven-color soul mark.

A rather broad sword floated in front of Su Ming.

Its hilt is slender and covered with cloth, and the sword body is weird and wide, about as wide as two palms put together. The connection between the hilt and the sword body is inlaid with a silver skull guard with four long horns. There is also a blue eye blinking in the center of the sword, which looks very weird and terrifying.

"Why does my martial spirit look familiar? Have you seen it somewhere before?" Su Ming opened his eyes wide and looked at this sword-shaped martial spirit that was almost as tall as himself.

awesomeness!This was Su Ming's first feeling.

"Demon Sword...Seven-Colored Fantasy Demon Sword!" Bibi Dong looked at Su Ming's martial spirit, and her sweet voice echoed in the branch hall of the Spirit Hall.

There are many soul masters with sword-type martial souls in the original work, but most of them are passerby soul masters, and in the end they become cannon fodder in front of the protagonist group. Only Sword Douluo Kendo Chen Xin of the Qibao Glazed Sect is slightly more famous.

Chen Xin, who possesses the Seven Kills Sword martial spirit, is also known as the mainland's No. [-] offensive titled Douluo. His Seven Kills Sword martial spirit is also one of the few top martial arts spirits that can compare with the Clear Sky Hammer.

However, compared with the Seven-Colored Phantom Demon Sword, the Seven Kills Sword is still inferior.

Because the Colorful Magic Sword has an even more ancient name - the Primitive Ancient Sword, all the sword-type martial spirits in Douluo Continent are derived from it. In other words, all the sword-type martial spirits have seen the Colorful Magic Sword. You have to call your ancestors.

The cardinal had already jumped up with excitement and kept flipping through the huge, ancient book that was almost the size of an adult in front of him.

"His Majesty the Pope, we have found it. It is indeed consistent with the records in the ancient book." The cardinal turned the ancient book to a certain page and brought it to Bibi Dong.

"Not bad, not bad, not bad!" Three consecutive "yes" words clearly showed that Bibi Dong was optimistic about Su Ming's future.

Bibi Dong is not the only one paying attention to Su Ming.

"This woman Bibi Dong actually brought back a child with a primitive ancient sword..." In a hidden position above the branch hall, Qian Daoliu was looking down at Su Ming, his eyes as clear as an ancient well, which made him No one can guess his true thoughts.

Except for the red archbishop who was too excited, everyone else on the court looked calm.

Bibi Dong, Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo have already reached a certain state of mind, while Hu Liena is too young and has insufficient knowledge, so she doesn't know Su Ming's martial spirit at all.

But from the eyes of several people, Su Ming still felt the extraordinary power of his martial soul.

"A real man only wants to play with swords, how can he be like that Tang San, who actually played with grass and hammers!" Su Ming's heart was now full of confidence.

"Boom..."

At this moment, Su Ming inadvertently seemed to feel another bondage breaking in his body again.

This time, everyone's expressions changed. Even Bibi Dong, who was aloof, and Qian Daoliu, who was observing in the dark, opened their eyes wide and looked behind Su Ming.

It is a majestic figure that would make any mortal feel ashamed even if it takes a single glance. It is a sacred symbol, a symbol of light, and the nemesis of all darkness and evil.

The six pure and noble wings clearly express its identity.

"Seraphim!?"

"how can that be?"

Both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu were shocked.

Bibi Dong was shocked because Su Ming turned out to be a twin martial spirit, while Qiandaoliu was shocked by Su Ming's Seraphim martial spirit.

"No, this is definitely not a seraph." Soon, both of them denied their previous conjectures.

The pure white holy seraph, which was originally shining with golden holy light, instantly seemed to have fallen into the ink. The white feathers instantly turned into deep black, and the aura it exuded also changed from the sacred before to the evil now. .

Even the entire branch of the Pope's Palace is filled with an invisible power of original sin.

"bass!"

Bibi Dong's scepter tapped the ground lightly, and waves of soul power spread from there, before the ominous aura was cleared away.

Light and shadow intersect, black and white interchange, the figure behind Su Ming is constantly changing its shape, sometimes sacred, sometimes depraved, going back and forth several times, and finally converges into a body with a gray-white body, three wings on one side, black, and three wings on the other side. It is a white seraph image.

"A seraph whose martial soul has mutated!?"

The hidden doubts in Qian Daoliu's eyes deepened. As a member of the angel family and the guardian of the inheritance of the angel gods, he knew very well what the seraphs represented.

It is a martial spirit that only exists in legends, and it is also the top martial spirit, and the person who possesses it is called the spokesperson of God.

The martial spirit of Seraphim can only appear among the descendants of the angel family, and only people from thousands of families have the opportunity to possess it!