"Next one, Le Xiaodong!"
On the altar stood a huge angel statue, and an old man with white hair and beard stood on it. Eight soul rings floated up and down from his body, and the shadow of a sacred angel with six white wings spread out appeared behind him.
As the old man chanted solemnly, divine light energy so rich that it was visible to the naked eye gathered from all directions and rushed into the body of the six-year-old child in front of him.
Soon, the martial spirit representing hope for the future bloomed from his body.
In the surrounding stands, a six-year-old boy with delicate features, black hair and eyes, dressed in white, and a blood-red cross hanging around his neck, rested his chin on his hand, watching the awakening ceremony on the stage with boredom.
Suddenly, a boy about seven years old, with blond hair and golden eyes, handsome appearance but slightly inferior to the black-haired boy, rushed to the side of the black-haired boy.
He casually put one arm on the black-haired boy's shoulder and asked with a grin.
"Amo, it's your turn to awaken your martial spirit soon. Are you nervous?"
Qian Mo crossed his arms, his delicate face full of indifference, and said in a calm tone: "I can't decide what kind of martial spirit to awaken. Everything depends on God's will. What's there to be nervous about?"
Hearing this, the blond boy said with a disappointed look on his face: "You are so boring, I can't even tease you."
"Okay, cousin, don't forget, no fighting during the awakening ceremony!" Qian Mo reminded.
The blond boy's expression suddenly froze. He glanced around casually and saw that his own father, one of the elders in the front row, was staring at him seriously.
In an instant, the blond boy sat up straight with a solemn expression, staring at the martial soul awakening ceremony taking place on the altar without blinking.
His ears finally quieted down. Qian Mo stared blankly ahead, his thoughts quietly drifting for six years.
Before I knew it, I had already traveled to Douluo Continent for six years!
That's right, Qian Mo was a time traveler. And this time travel directly brought him to the Douluo III period, where he became a member of the Le family, the Holy Angel family, the leading family of the Southern Legion. And if you calculate the years, he should be the same age as Tang Wulin!
He belongs to the same family as Le Zhengyu, one of the Shrek Seven Devils in the original novel, and Qian Mo's mother is the biological sister of Le Zhengyu's father.
As for Qian Mo's father, although his surname is Qian, he has nothing to do with Qian Renxue's family 20,000 years ago. They just happen to have the same surname.
So in this life, Le Zhengyu and Qian Mo are cousins.
Unfortunately, not long after Qian Mo was born, his parents both died in a battle with an evil soul master.
After arranging the funeral of Qian Mo's parents, Le Zhengyu's father Le Jing chose to take his nephew Qian Mo back to his home to raise him.
Therefore, Qian Mo and Le Zhengyu grew up together and have a very good relationship. The blond boy who just communicated with him was Le Zhengyu.
"Next one, Qian Mo!"
The old man's voice on the altar resounded throughout the venue through his soul power, bringing Qian Mo, who was immersed in past memories, back to reality.
Le Zhengyu hurriedly pushed him from behind and urged, "I'm calling you, hurry up, let your cousin take a good look at what martial spirit you have awakened!"
Qian Mo stood up, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, walked down the stands and walked towards the altar.
Le Lei, the elder of the Le family who was in charge of the martial spirit awakening ceremony, looked Qian Mo up and down before him and said softly, "Come on, kid, concentrate and calm down. I'm going to start."
As Le Lei chanted in a low voice, the purest sacred energy outlined dazzling lines in the air, forming gorgeous formations.
Qian Mo was placed in the center of the magic circle, and a warm force with a bit of numbness surged into his limbs and bones. Then, his body began to tremble slightly as if he had been electrocuted.
The next moment, countless silver spots of light gathered on Qian Mo's face like rivers flowing into one, forming a silver mask.
Funny, majestic, calm and all kinds of faces appear on the mask and then disappear. The thousand faces of one person are perfectly interpreted on this mask.
Didn't he inherit his sister's holy angel spirit? Le Jing, who was watching the ceremony from the audience, showed a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
The Holy Angel Family is based on the Holy Angel Martial Soul, which is passed down from generation to generation. Most of the family's foundation is related to the Holy Angel Martial Soul. It is not good news for Qian Mo that he did not inherit the Holy Angel Martial Soul.
But the next moment, something unexpected happened, and a holy shadow quietly appeared behind Qian Mo.
Le Jing's expression suddenly changed from disappointment to excitement. Could it be that Qian Mo was...
"Twin martial spirits!" Le Zhengen, the current patriarch of the Le family, commander of the Southern Legion, Le Zhengyu's grandfather, and one of the ninety-nine-level Ultimate Douluo in the world, who was sitting in the middle of the stands and surrounded by all the Le family members, said lightly.
But what everyone didn't know was that Qian Mo on the altar had dull eyes and was in an unusual state.
The altar in front of him, Le Lei disappeared silently, and a boundless pure sky appeared instead.
Above the clouds in the sky, there stood a handsome male angel with long golden hair, holding a red cross in his hand, and behind him were twelve white wings that covered the sky. There was a gentle yet firm light in his eyes.
As the wings behind the male angel gently fluttered, the most divine, holy and pure breath floated into the sky with the wind, making people involuntarily feel reverence.
The male angel turned around and looked, his pure gaze seemed to penetrate countless dimensions and spaces and fell on Qian Mo.
"oh?"
A low moan seemed to sound in Qianmo's ears. A hint of curiosity flashed across the male angel's eyes. He raised his right hand and gently stroked Qianmo, as if he wanted to take off the mask and see Qianmo's true face.
But the mask emitted a vast and majestic aura that hindered his actions and "welded" itself firmly to Qian Mo's face.
The curiosity in the male angel's eyes became more intense, and a smile seemed to appear at the corner of his mouth. He stopped what he was doing and pointed lightly at Qian Mo.
"My name is Michael, may you always be bathed in the glory of God."
Qian Mo was shocked. Michael! The most dazzling and famous archangel.
At the same time, the angel's phantom behind Qian Mo was wrapped in two streams of sacred and fire energy that shot up into the sky. Six white wings spread out behind the angel's phantom, raising wisps of golden flames that completely dissolved the surrounding energy.
Another six white wings appeared in the golden flames and then disappeared again.
A red cross sword is held in the angel's hand, showing the angel's divine power.
"Uh~~"
Qian Mo groaned, and his mask and angel spirit turned into tiny points of light and dissipated. His eyes were dazed for a moment before he regained his composure.
A hand was placed on Qian Mo's shoulder, and a warm energy surged into Qian Mo's body, helping him relieve the fatigue after the awakening of his martial soul.
Qian Mo raised his head and saw Le Lei stop. He looked kind and said in a friendly manner, "Qian Mo, right? Go down and have a good rest first!"
"Ah, doesn't the soul power need to be tested?" Qian Mo asked doubtfully. He remembered that there was this item in the awakening of martial soul.
Le Lei stroked his beard and laughed, "Twin martial souls must be innately full of soul power, no need to test it."
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