Douluo: Forced to become a villain, I started to save myself

Today, it was Platinum Archbishop Salas who awakened the martial souls for the children in the Wuhun Hall of Tiandou Imperial City.

The reason why the bishop came personally to awaken the martial arts spirits for the children was because the little princess of the Tiandou royal family came.

The face of the royal family must be given.

The purpose of the royal family coming here is to show their close relationship with Wuhun Palace.

As the grandson of Meng Shenji who was enshrined by the Tiandou royal family, Meng Yuan was qualified to awaken the martial spirit with this noble highness.

Like other children, Mengyuan stood in the crowd, holding his hands tightly and looking nervous.

In Douluo Continent, the most important moment in a person's life is the moment when his martial soul awakens after he is six years old.

Here, people's fate is destined!

The level of innate soul power and the quality of martial soul determine a person's upper limit.

Under the angel statue in the center of the hall, Platinum Archbishop Salas said with a serious face: "Your Highness, please put your hand on this ball."

The little loli with light blond hair was a little scared.

She glanced back, and the blond man sitting on the stool nodded and gave her a gentle smile.

The little Loli took a deep breath, and then followed Salas's instructions and placed her hand on the crystal ball.

Suddenly, a momentum broke out.

Her whole body felt warm, as if something was wrapping her up.

The next second, a loud chirping echoed in the church, and a golden swan shadow appeared behind the little princess Xueke.

The swan stretched its wings and exuded a sacred aura. Obviously, the little princess's martial spirit had not mutated. Her martial spirit was still the swan that had been passed down by the royal family for a long time.

Salas' serious expression relaxed slightly. He smiled and said to Xue Ke: "Your Highness, concentrate on injecting soul power into this crystal ball."

Xue Ke closed her eyes and tried her best to control her soul power and pour it into the crystal ball.

The crystal ball shines brightly.

Salas said in surprise: "The eighth level of innate soul power is a very powerful talent! If His Highness is willing to work hard, there is hope for a titled Douluo in this life."

Unfortunately, although the innate soul power is strong, compared to powerful martial souls such as Phoenix and Luanniao, the Swan Wuhun is not outstanding.

It’s still a bit difficult to really take the final step.

A hint of joy flashed in Xue Ke's pale golden eyes, and she happily threw herself into the arms of the blond young man: "Brother Prince, what do you think? I just told you not to worry!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Prince Xue Qinghe, and then she smiled and touched Xue Ke's head: "Ake, don't be proud. Although your innate soul power is high, it is affected by the quality of your martial soul. You must Just work harder than others!”

Seeing the little princess's outstanding talent, Meng Yuan was surprised and a little envious at the same time.

The eighth level of innate soul power can be said to be one of the best in a thousand. His grandfather's innate soul power was only level seven.

According to Mengshenji's research, only those with soul power of level seven and above have a small chance of breaking through the Titled Douluo. However, there is almost no hope of breaking through the ninety-fifth level, and most people will be stuck in the Soul Douluo.

Those with soul power above level eight have a high probability of becoming a titled Douluo, and a small probability of breaking through to level ninety-five or above.

With soul power at level nine, one will inevitably become a titled Douluo, and there is a high probability of breaking through to level ninety-five.

If those who are born with soul power can grow up, their future is limitless.

After sending his best wishes to the little princess, Archbishop Salas did not stop his work, but continued to awaken the martial arts spirits for the remaining children.

He is lucky today. The best blind box he has opened in his life is just a little guy with level 6 innate soul power. Maybe he can win a big prize today!

What bothers Salas the most is that before today, no one with an innate soul power of level seven or above had ever been awakened.

Unfortunately, the latter part is not satisfactory.

The highest level of innate soul power is only level six, far less than the little princess.

"The last one, Meng Yuan."

It was finally his turn. Mengyuan took a deep breath and then walked towards Salas.

Meng Shenji, who was next to Prince Xue Qinghe, couldn't help but become nervous.

Having a deep understanding of martial arts, he naturally knows how important innate soul power is, as it completely determines a person's future! There is no need to worry about the quality of Mengjia's martial arts. The only thing to worry about is the initial talent.

"Put your hand on the crystal ball and take in the feeling."

Mengyuan followed the instructions and placed his hand on the crystal ball.

Suddenly, a cold aura emanated from the body, and the entire main hall of Wuhun Hall was shrouded in shadow. Many timid children were even scared to cry.

"Brother Prince!"

Xue Ke held Xue Qinghe's hand tightly.

Xue Qinghe hugged her sister and couldn't help frowning. She hated this smell.

With a loud phoenix cry, bloody flowers of the other side composed of soul power bloomed all over the hall in an instant.

A black and red phoenix shadow appeared behind Meng Yuan, exuding extremely strong pressure.

Xue Ke's body couldn't help but tremble, not because of fear, but because the superior martial spirit was an absolute deterrent to the inferior martial spirit.

Other children who had awakened the bird spirit were even more unbearable, and some even couldn't bear the pressure and fainted.

Xue Qinghe's expression was extremely solemn. There was only one similar situation in her memory about awakening her martial soul. That was when I awakened my martial spirit when I was six years old. This martial spirit obviously had the potential to be a divine martial spirit!

Meng Shenji's eyes flashed with light: Phoenix, it seems that he followed his mother.

At this time, Meng Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

Salas couldn't help but frowned. The aura emanating from this martial spirit made him very uncomfortable, which diluted the joy of finding the grand prize in the blind box: "Child, what's your martial spirit's name? "

"Hell-Blooded Phoenix."

This name was told to him by his martial spirit.

Meng Yuan was very excited at this time. As a time traveler, he naturally knew that innate soul power was determined by the quality of the martial soul.

The vision when he awakened the Hell-Blooded Pluto Phoenix has proved the extraordinary nature of this martial spirit. His innate soul power is definitely not low.

Salas took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Inject your soul power into the crystal ball."

Mengyuan nodded, and then controlled his soul power to surge towards the crystal ball.

The crystal ball flashed with dazzling light instantly.

"This is... full of innate soul power!"

A flash of shock flashed in Saras's eyes, and at the same time, a strong murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

"Hahahaha, interesting and interesting. The best soul master with the attribute of death is really the best gift God has given me!"

Suddenly, a black wind blew.

When the black wind dispersed in front of the angel statue, a burly man appeared in front of Meng Yuan.

He looked to be in his forties, with deep eyes, strange purple patterns on his face, and a cold aura very similar to Meng Yuan's.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, one soul and two bodies, one for flowers and birds. This is the first time in my life that I have seen such a strange martial spirit. This is truly a disciple given to me and the old ghost by God."

Outside the main hall, a beauty in white walked slowly from outside.

His body exudes a faint fragrance of chrysanthemum, and with every step he takes, a soul ring rises behind him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine soul rings floated around him, and the terrifying momentum pressed everyone in the hall to the ground.

"Elder Ghost, Elder Ju!"

Salas bowed respectfully. Facing the titled Douluo, he did not dare to be arrogant at all, even if they belonged to the same camp.

Meng Shenji summoned his own martial spirit, the Black Demon, and walked up to Meng Yuan despite the pressure from the two titled Douluo.

Cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead, and he said respectfully with a dream-god-like expression: "My lord Gui Mian, my lord Ju Mian, please give me some respect and don't embarrass my grandson."

Ju Douluo Yue Guan chuckled lightly, and ignored Meng Shenji. He just stared at Meng Yuan and asked: "Boy, I want to ask you, are you willing to worship me and Lao Gui as your teachers?"

Seeing Salas's unkind eyes and Xue Qinghe's deep-thinking expression, Mengyuan didn't hesitate at all and knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Master, please bow to me, disciple!"

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In addition, the protagonist's martial spirit is inherited from his mother, Shuirun, the principal of Tianshui College, and his attributes are those of the Meng family. Don't ask why it has nothing to do with the black demon of the Meng family.