Douluo: at the Beginning of the Game, Tang San Is Innately Full of Soul Power!

They call me useless martial soul, but they don't know that I can communicate with the gods with just one word. Facing the difficulties of the Shrek Seven Devils. I took the pen and wrote the word "rite" in the air. Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing and others couldn't help but bow and salute, their faces were humiliated. Everyone: "What kind of ability is this?!" Facing the true form of Wuhun, the Fudo Ming King Zhao Wuji. I leaned over and wrote the word "prison" on the ground. Thousands of words turned into a cage, easily trapping his giant bear body. Zao Wuji: "Let me out! What the hell is this!" Faced with Tang Hao's fatal blow with the fury of thunder. I picked up my pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a big word "filial piety". Haotian Douluo's killing intent instantly disintegrated, and he knelt on the ground holding his head, swallowed by the inner demon of guilt. Tang Hao (snarling in pain): "I'm sorry for the sect! I'm sorry for my father!" I put away my pen and stood up, the wind was gentle and the clouds were calm. "I haven't even started writing the article, why are you all falling down?" If the sky did not give birth to my mochen, Douluo would be like a long night.