Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

Qianlong City, the outskirts of the city.

A wasteland, with yellow sand blowing, and dry old trees standing.

Three disabled people were wielding hoes to dig the soil, and had just dug a big hole.

Moonlight illuminates cheeks.

It was the Leicheng trio, Lei Sheng, Lei Gang, and Rukawa Den.

They stood by the side of the pit, looking at Jun Wuhui who was burnt into shriveled charcoal inside.

Can't help cursing.

"Grandma Cao Te's Luo Fanchen pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and beats up my brothers like this."

Rukawa Den sighed:

"Wake up, revenge is out of the question, it's good if he doesn't bother us."

Lei Gang shook his head, sneered and said:

"The revenge that we can't avenge, can't Mr. Lei Wang still be able to avenge it?"

"It's not easy for a ninth-rank feudal lord to overshadow an undeveloped genius."

"call--"

Dark clouds covered the crescent moon, and a gloomy cold wind blew over.

The three trembled.

They felt as if something was watching them from behind.

Looking back suddenly, there was nothing.

Turn your head around.

The heart twitched suddenly.

A scarlet patterned mask was close at hand, almost touching their faces.

Scarlet eyes stared at them through the mask.

"Who are you!"

"There are ghosts."

The three of Lei Gang were frightened and immediately retreated and fled.

"Oh, three little mice."

Xuezi stretched out his palm, and a blood-colored vortex appeared in the palm, creating a majestic suction.

The three of Lei Gang were running forward with their legs, but their bodies kept moving backwards.

"You... who are you?"

"We are the Thunder King's men."

The three of them released their martial spirits, but they were crushed instantly, their bodies trembling and threatening.

"Thunder King, it's just a clown, it's not bad to threaten me with the Pope."

"what!"

Three screams came from the wasteland at night.

Xuezi held a snow-white handkerchief and slowly wiped the dark red blood stained on his slender fingertips.

The three of Lei Gang lay neatly in the pit.

The body was shriveled, and the skin of the face seemed to have been brutally ripped away, bloody and bloody.

He threw out the handkerchief.

Spread out with the wind, covering Lei Gang's face.

Xuezi stared at Jun Wuhui who moved out of the pit, and with a flick of his hand, a small statue of blood-colored god appeared.

Exudes an indescribable special atmosphere.

He crouched down and pressed the statue's head against Jun Wuhui's charred forehead.

"Shh!"

The blood-red idol opened its eyes strangely.

Two slender red needles protruded from the eyes.

Plunge into Jun Wuhui's skull.

"Om-"

It seems that some kind of power escaped from the bloody statue and entered Jun Wuhui's body.

Fast fading, eventually turning into fly ash, dispersed.

"Resurrection."

"my lover."

Following Xuezi's gentle voice, Jun Wuhui's dead body shook.

The eyes opened suddenly, full of killing madness and majestic red.

It is not like the eyes that humans can have.

Xuezi's pupils trembled, full of fear.

The palm released the sucked blood energy, and poured it into Jun Wuhui.

Jun Wuhui's whole body was filled with special red light.

Gradually the heart beats, the vitality revives, and when Jun Wuhui regains consciousness, the inhuman killing majesty in his eyes disappears in a flash.

Looking at the shriveled but revived body, Jun Wuhui was astonished to the extreme.

"Master Xuezi."

"Am I dead?"

Xuezi put away the fearful eyes just now, sneered and said:

"If you take the Blood God Pill of my holy religion, you will receive the favor of the Blood God."

"It's hard to die."

Jun Wuhui was astonished as a heavenly man.

The joy of being resurrected from the dead is not comparable to the shock and trembling of this incredible ability.

Totally incomprehensible.

"This this……"

"Other forces don't have this kind of ability, isn't the Holy Cult invincible?"

There was a strange light in Xuezi's eyes.

"Cherish your chance."

"Blood God Pill, hehe, I might as well tell you that I haven't even eaten this blood pill."

"This is an honor unique to you, the great prince of the White Tiger Empire."

You have no regrets.

I always feel that there seems to be something extra in my mind, but I can't retrieve it.

He knelt down with a puff: "Thank you Lord Xuezi for saving your life, but unfortunately my mission failed."

"Do not blame you."

Xuezi squinted his eyes: "I saw the game, that kid is really interesting."

After this resurrection, Jun Wuhui realized that he was on the boat of the Holy Cult, and there was no way he could get off.

He is now eager to know what the Blood God Pill is.

too frightening.

"That guy's talent is too strong, and he must get rid of it as soon as possible, otherwise he will become a serious problem for my Holy Cult in the future."

Xuezi shook his head: "No! You misunderstood, I'm not talking about talent."

"It's his looks that are interesting."

"As for becoming a confidant of my holy religion? Hehe, he is not worthy."

"There's no time for him to grow up."

"Jun Wuhui, you don't understand at all what kind of power is hidden behind my Holy Cult."

"After hundreds of years of dormancy, my Holy Cult is about to rise..."

Jun Wuhui's scalp tingled when he heard the unscrupulous and disdainful laughter.

He felt that he was too naive before.

He actually wanted to seek skin from a tiger.

Use the sacred religion to win the throne of the White Tiger Empire, and then kick them away.

The water of this holy religion is too deep, and if you sink in, you can't get out.

Since he couldn't escape, he joined in. He looked fiercely in the direction of Qianlong City.

"Xiaozi, when are we going to take down that kid?"

"If you hurt his good skin, I will kill you." Xuezi said with a smile.

Jun Wuhui shuddered.

This is... fancy?

Xuezi said mysteriously, "Don't worry."

"Soon, you'll be able to see him again. Let's give him a surprise together."

Jun Wuhui gave a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth: "With your words, I feel relieved."

"We can't enter the secret realm..."

Xuezi reprimanded: "Stop talking nonsense, I have a plan, you take off your pants first."

……

"闼闼闼."

Above the wilderness, Luo Fanchen drove the wolf to run wildly, the bright moon tilted like a jade pot, and sprinkled silver light on the face of the exiled immortal.

After leaving Qianlong City, he took off the silver noodles.

He is not a bull warrior, he doesn't like to wear a mask, and he doesn't like to disguise others.

Of course, except when killing people and setting fires.

The effect of this silver mask's disguise is simply picking flowers... ahem, a sharp weapon for planting a dowry.

It's a pity that there is only one drawback, the body shape and voice cannot be changed.

Unfortunately, there is nowhere to learn.

Luo Fanchen recalled the game during the day and couldn't help sighing. Due to the crowd, he couldn't use Dragon Soul Eater.

On the contrary, Jun Wuhui blinded Jun Wuhui's martial spirit of Fenglei Baihu, how nice it would be to snatch it for fun.

What a waste.

Although Luo Fanchen regrets that people cannot be resurrected after death, he doesn't worry about it anymore.

He took out the kit from Ye Youling's pocket.

There is only one note after opening.

Juanxiu handwriting reads:

"Master, you always tell me, this time, I also want to say to you:"

"I."

"Wait until you come back to the Qi family."