Douluo's Heroic Spirit

Chapter 240 The competition ends and the war begins

This time, the continent-wide senior soul master competition is over. The final two teams are the Wuhun Palace team and the team composed of the three elemental academies of Tianshui, Divine Wind, and Blazing Fire.

Although with the combination of the three academies, the fighting power of the two sides quickly narrowed, they were still defeated by the Wuhundian team in the end.

And today is the day when the competition awards awards.

"Please ask the Pope!"

Along with Salas's preaching, amid the cheers of the crowd, Pope Bibi Dong came down from the sky wearing a gorgeous robe, shining like a god.

Recommended by Xie Yue and others, Hu Liena knelt down on one knee and began to receive the award...

In the darkness of the special seats, Wu Ling looked calmly at the scene below. You must know that most of the prizes this time are related to him, and as the current Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, especially after he showed his absolute strength yesterday, Bibi Dong hinted to him yesterday that it would be okay to let him present the award this time, but he refused without even thinking about it.

As for why, it was mainly because he found it troublesome to present a few things he had made casually. He was too lazy to show up in person, and it was not that he had no chance to show up today, but he still had to wait.

"After the award presentation, there will be a speech by the Pope. It will take about 10 minutes, but it is enough." As he spoke, Wu Ling's eyes gradually shifted to the enshrinement hall behind the Pope's Hall.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Ling disappeared on the spot. In just 2 minutes, Wu Ling opened the door of the worship hall.

"Mr. Jin, Mr. Qian, please let me see you this time." Wu Ling asked casually when he entered the enshrinement hall and passed by Golden Crocodile Douluo.

This time, Golden Crocodile Douluo just nodded and said nothing more.

Yes, this is not the first time Wu Ling has come. He came here last night. But last night, according to Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Daoliu was praying and not receiving anyone, so he didn't see anyone. Arrived.

Wu Ling pushed open the door at the deepest part of the worship hall, and what he saw was a huge angel statue shining with holy light. Qian Daoliu, dressed in white, stood in front of the statue with his hands clasped in his fists and praying.

Wu Ling did not bother him, and just stood there and looked at the statue casually. In Wu Ling's eyes, the statue was just an ordinary statue, but there was a mysterious and mysterious force surrounding the statue. Wu Ling understood that, That's called faith.

After a minute like this, Qian Daoliu said: "You are here because of what happened yesterday, right?"

Because Wu Ling's back was to Qian Daoliu, he did not nod this time, but just said: "Yes, Tang Hao's behavior can be said to have put Wu Hundian's face on the ground and prepared to hammer him. If I hadn't taken action, That hammer really hit, I don’t believe that you, old man, a former ruling elder, killed so many people for Wuhun Palace when you were young, but now that you are old, you don’t dare to kill anymore.”

Qian Daoliu turned a deaf ear to Wu Ling's ridicule. He just replied lightly: "Yesterday, I heard the oracle."

Hearing this, Wu Ling glanced at the statue of the angel god subconsciously, and then continued to listen silently.

"The oracle said that it was a trial, and I had to refrain from taking action and let the rest of the Spirit Hall personnel pass through. Only in this way can the Spirit Hall continue to grow bigger and stronger in the future."

"Oh, Mr. Qian, just because I respect you doesn't mean you can treat me as a fool... Okay, I know about this, and I will find time to take a look." After saying that, Wu Ling turned around. He left, and while leaving, Wu Ling's fingers in his pocket moved slightly, and a few strands of undetectable power of faith carrying the aura of the angel god were collected by Wu Ling.

Qian Daoliu noticed Wu Ling's little move, but he didn't say much, because the angel god who had not had an oracle for decades suddenly sent down an oracle, and under the special circumstances like yesterday, it was difficult not to let it go People think too much, even if this person is a believer in the angel god.And because of Qian Daoliu's position, he is destined to know some things that ordinary people don't know. It is true that he believes in angels and gods, but who can really reach this point wholeheartedly? As for faith, everything is just because of the word "power".

Since Wu Ling said he knew just now, no matter what he did, the matter would be over, because now he believes in Wu Ling more firmly than he believes in himself, and the root of all this is also because of the connection in Wu Ling's body. A power he couldn't even see through.

"Speaking of which, yesterday in Wu Ling's yard, two more powerful auras flashed past..."

Wu Ling, who left the enshrinement hall, quickly returned to the competition field. At this time, Bibi Dong just had a few words left.

Bibi Dong's eyes moved slightly as she was giving a speech. She had already noticed that Wu Ling was back. "...Now I declare that this continent-wide advanced training competition has been successfully completed!"

Suddenly, thunderous applause resounded throughout the entire competition venue. Without the plot of Tang Hao blocking it like in the original work, everyone was excitedly enjoying this last moment.

After a while, the applause gradually dissipated. The audience who originally wanted to leave saw Bibi Dong still on the court. Then when they looked up, they were surprised to find that many soldiers from Wuhun Palace had blocked all the passages.

The smart man who noticed something was wrong had already sat down quietly. Before the other ordinary people could make a noise, Wu Ling had already stepped forward and used his soul power to amplify his voice.

"Everyone in the audience please be patient."

Hearing Wu Ling's voice, everyone present once again looked at the powerful figure from yesterday.

"It's His Royal Highness Son!"

"Ah, His Highness the Holy Son!"

"Holy Son!" "Holy Son"......

Deafening cheers resounded through the competition venue again, but Wu Ling only raised his hand slightly, so everyone fell silent within a moment. This kind of appeal was not even matched by the Pope, but Bibi Dong had no idea about it at all. Superfluous thoughts.

Over the years, because of Wu Ling, her thoughts of revenge on Wuhun Palace have gradually subsided. If Wu Ling wants the position of Pope, I am afraid she will be the first in the entire Wuhun Palace to agree.

"Thank you for your support. I won't say much more. I am here to say only two things.

First, congratulations on the successful completion of this competition. "As he said this, some people wanted to applaud and cheer, but were immediately suppressed by Wu Ling.

Then Wu Ling looked serious and pondered for a long time. As the atmosphere changed, everyone gradually realized that something was wrong.

"Then the second thing, I hereby declare - war has begun!"

(End of this chapter)