Douluo's Opening Confession to the Female Pope

Her mind went blank, like a helpless weak woman.

"Woo..." Two lines of tears fell down.

Chapter 14 The Temptation of Soul Bone

Liu Erlong's tears fell down patter.

Sliding from the pretty face, a few fell on the back of Lin Langtian's hand, cool and moist.

Lin Langtian frowned slightly, and took a step back.

He took out the paper handkerchief and wiped away the tears on the back of his hand, looking at that pear-blossoming little face with rain, he was not surprised that Liu Erlong would cry in fright.

His first Martial Soul Remnant Fire Sword is not just as simple as self-produced soul skills.

He will even transfer the combat experience and aura of the former sword master to Lin Langtian. Regardless of his soul power, Lin Langtian's combat ability cannot be concealed even by a titled Douluo.

Because, the previous owner of the Remnant Fire Taidao was known as the "Strongest Shinigami".

When it comes to combat performance, it far surpasses any titled Douluo.

Take Lin Langtian's sixth soul skill "Prison Clothes of the Remaining Sun" as an example. It turns the soul power into a flame of 500 million degrees, comparable to the temperature of the core of the sun, enough to burn all matter instantly!

Therefore, Liu Erlong, who was still only a soul sage, was so frightened that he howled right now.

Once the pressure on his body was released, Liu Erlong stubbornly pursed his lower lip, his pretty face looked aggrieved, seeing Lin Langtian wiping his hands in disgust, he felt even more bitter in his heart.

The flushed Qiong's nose twitched, holding back the tears.

But her delicate body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"You, what do you want?" Liu Erlong asked softly.

At this time, her originally somewhat irritable temper did not dare to get angry at Lin Langtian at all.

"Forget everything about today."

Lin Langtian glanced at her indifferently, then turned and left.

Staring blankly at Lin Langtian walking away, Liu Erlong's body softened and he sat down leaning against the wall.

Holding his knees with his hands, weeping silently.

Xiao Gang, where are you?

……

It was noon when we returned to the Pope's Palace.

As soon as Lin Langtian entered the door, Hu Liena greeted her anxiously.

"what happened?"

"Let's go, Langtian, Salas and a group of people are putting pressure on the teacher to allocate that soul bone." Hu Liena took Lin Langtian's hand and walked quickly to the treasure house.

"Let's take advantage of this time to absorb the spirit bone first?"

Hu Liena said anxiously.

The temptation of an 8-year spirit bone is too great.

If a soul master like Salas who is close to the title Douluo absorbs him, there may be further hope.

And becoming a Titled Douluo is the ultimate dream of all soul masters.

For this reason, Salas even dared to contradict the Pope.

"So it's him?" Lin Langtian frowned and stopped.

Hu Liena's figure also paused.

There was a look of nervousness on his face, he hugged Lin Langtian's arm, looked at him and whispered: "Langtian, can you absorb the soul bone first? This will solve everything..."

As long as the soul bone is absorbed by the soul master, it cannot be easily taken out.

No matter how insane Salas was, he would never dare to cause the Spirit Hall to lose a holy son because of a single soul bone.

Lin Langtian also understood this truth, but he sneered and said:

"Blindly avoiding will only make the other party realize your weakness, Nana, let me go, let me see Salas's strength, whether he is worthy of that spirit bone."

As he spoke, he gently rubbed Hu Liena's head.

Two blushes flew out of Hu Liena's face, and she was taken aback by Nana's cry.

Let go of your hand obediently, and follow Lin Langtian to the main hall.

There was no soul master above the cardinal on the road.

After pushing open the gate of the main hall, it was discovered that almost all the high-level soul masters of the Pope's Hall had gathered here.

Everywhere was a bishop in a red robe.

Through the gaps in the figures, several platinum bishops in gold-rimmed white robes could be vaguely seen.

On the throne above the high platform, sits a woman of peerless elegance.

Bibi Dong held the scepter with a noble expression.