Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

this day.

As soon as the sky dawned, Wuhun City outside began to become lively. The sound of salutes and the bustle of people could be heard incessantly, waking up the city from dormancy in advance.

After three months of preparation and waiting, this grand ceremony finally started today.

Some deacons and palace guards had already lined up in the square in front of the Pope's Palace before it was dark.

Wait until the sun rises.

The huge Papal Square was already overcrowded, ranging from the deacons of the main hall to the cardinal archbishop.

Even the platinum bishop, who was rarely seen on weekdays, could see a few familiar figures at the front of the crowd.

From everyone's faces, everyone can see the sincere joy and expectation.

The new Holy Son Wang Mo!

Although he has not officially ascended the throne, Wang Mo's name is already well known throughout the entire Wuhun Palace.

The youngest Contra in the history of mainland China!

Use your own strength to lead the entire team, sweep the elite tournament, and win the elite tournament championship!
Twin martial souls, 10-year-old soul rings all over the body!
Any one of these haloes can become famous in the mainland and become a well-deserved protagonist.

But these auras all appeared on one person!

All one can say is it's terrifying.

"Auspicious time!!!"

When the sun rose high, a voice filled with powerful soul suddenly sounded from high in the sky, suppressing all the chaotic sounds at the scene.

Just a few breaths.

In the entire Papal Square, the scene of tens of thousands of people suddenly became audible.

Several figures wearing red robes and with nine soul rings around their bodies slowly fell from the sky with their hands behind their backs.

The powerful aura suppressed the group of low-level deacons below and had difficulty breathing.

The leader was none other than Ju Douluo Yueguan.

As Bibi Dong's right-hand man and Wang Mo's first 'elite' on his rise, he deservedly got the job of hosting this ceremony.

"In due course, the Holy Son ascends the throne."

Yue Guan, who was dressed in the red ceremonial robe of a Titled Douluo, looked particularly happy today, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

"On this sunny and breezy morning, after more than thirty years, our Wuhun Temple once again welcomes a Holy Son."

"Today, let us, who have gathered from all over the world to support the temple and spread the teachings for the temple, bear witness together."

"Witness the crown of our new Holy Son of the Spirit Temple!"

After speaking for a moment, Yue Guan looked up to the sky behind him, with respect in his eyes.

"His Majesty the Pope is invited to appear!"

Swish~!

Hearing this, everyone's eyes followed Yue Guan's line of sight.

The next moment, Bibi Dong, wearing a purple and gold robe, a nine-curved purple gold crown, and holding the papal scepter, slowly walked down from the sky.

Her appearance is so beautiful.

Time seems to have left no trace on her body. She has a graceful temperament and elegant manners.

It seems that standing there is the center of the world.

The scene fell into silence for a few seconds.

What followed was overwhelming shouts.

"Congratulations to the Pope!"

"Congratulations to the Pope!"

"Congratulations to the Pope!"

The shouts were uniform, like thunder, and their momentum soared into the sky, seeming to shatter the clouds in the sky.

Wait until Bibi Dong slowly lands on the ground.

At this moment, everyone in the square in front of the palace bowed respectfully to the beautiful figure who landed at the front of the crowd. "I'm waiting to join His Majesty the Pope!"

“Long live the Pope!”

click~
The end of the Pope's scepter was lightly placed on the ground, and Bibi Dong's other free jade hand was slightly pressed down into the void.

"Excuse me, everyone~"

The sound is very soft and pleasant, just like the warm sunshine in winter or the icy rain in summer, which makes people extremely comfortable and happy.

The words are soft.

But no matter whether they were standing at the front of the square or at the end of the square, everyone felt that the voice sounded peacefully in their ears.

It was like whispering in their ears.

The strength displayed in every gesture made a group of worshiping elders waiting in white and gold ceremonial robes behind him feel excited.

This strength is comparable to that of them, and even exceeds it.

Bibi Dong first gave a brief speech and encouragement, and then followed the original arrangement and walked to the top position belonging to the Pope.

Immediately afterwards, under the auspices of Yueguan, a group of powerful worshiping elders appeared on the stage.

The six golden wings behind the great enshrinement Qiandao Liu suddenly flashed, carrying immeasurable holy light, and descended from the sky like gods.

Countless sacred Sanskrit sounds sounded out of thin air in the void.

It shocked the tens of thousands of people who came to watch the ceremony in the square. All the impetuous and depressed emotions in their hearts seemed to be eliminated, and they became quiet and peaceful.

Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the Pope's seat, glanced at him, her dark purple pupils shrinking slightly, showing a trace of disgust unnoticeably.

There was no speech like Bibi Dong.

When everyone in the square finished worshiping, Qian Daoliu raised his hand and waved, making everyone stand up straight.

After showing some strength, he raised his feet and sat down next to Bibi Dong.

Qian Daoliu didn't even speak, so Jin Crocodile and other worshipers couldn't possibly overwhelm him, so they all followed him and took their seats.

At this point, everyone watching the ceremony has arrived.

"I announce that the enthronement ceremony of the 2322nd Holy Son of Wuhun Temple has officially begun."

Ju Douluo Yue Guan's eyes fell to the side.

"Let us invite the Holy Son Wang Mo to appear!"

After he finished speaking, everyone in the square once again followed his gaze.

Strings played, and the melodious and majestic bells clanged throughout the square, accompanied by pieces of golden petals falling in the wind.

A group of people wearing ceremonial robes walked out slowly.

At the head are twelve boys and girls, one on the left and one on the right. They hold flower baskets on their wrists and rhythmically scatter flower petals into the air from time to time.

Behind them were five temple guards wearing heavy armor and holding holy swords.

Wang Mo walked in the middle.

He wears Feihua Duyunlu boots on his feet and a red and gold silk brocade robe on his body. He is majestic and has an extraordinary bearing.

Behind him, nine maids in red ceremonial robes followed closely, carrying nine trays covered with red gauze.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

This was not the first time for many people to meet Wang Mo, such as Hu Liena, Xie Yue and others.

But Wang Mo's outfit today still surprised all of them.

It is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

Wang Mo, who had carefully dressed up, was like a god in the sky at this moment.

It is no exaggeration to say that a beautiful young man is a beautiful young man in troubled times.

Countless women below, whether they were out of the palace or not, all looked obsessed and were deeply attracted by his heroic appearance.

How could there be such a peerless person in the world!

This person should only exist in heaven! (End of chapter)