Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

Qianlong City, suburbs.

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

Three disabled people were digging the soil with hoes and had just dug a big hole.

Moonlight illuminates cheeks.

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

They stood at the edge of the pit, looking at Jun Wuhui who was burned into shriveled charcoal.

Couldn't help cursing.

"Grandma Caote's Luo Fanchen pretended to be a pig and ate the tiger, and was beaten like this by my brothers."

Rukawa Dian sighed:

"Wake up, revenge is out of the question. It would be nice if he doesn't cause trouble for us."

Lei Gang shook his head and sneered:

"If we can't avenge ourselves, why can't Mr. Thunder King avenge us?"

"It couldn't be easier for a ninth-level vassal king to plot against an underdeveloped genius."

"call--"

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

The three of them trembled.

They felt as if something was watching them from behind.

Looking back suddenly, there was nothing.

Turn your head over.

His heart twitched suddenly.

A blood-patterned mask was so close, almost touching their faces.

Scarlet eyes were staring at them through the mask.

"Who are you!"

"There are ghosts."

Lei Gang and the others were so frightened that they immediately retreated and fled.

"Oh, three little mice."

Xue Zi stretched out his palm, and a bloody vortex appeared in his palm, creating a majestic suction force.

Lei Gang and the others were running forward with their legs, but their bodies kept moving backwards.

"You... who are you?"

"We are Thunder King's people."

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

"Thunder King, you're just a clown. Threatening me with the female pope is nothing more than that."

"what!"

Three screams came from the wasteland during the night.

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

Lei Gang and three others lay neatly in the pit.

The flesh was shriveled, the face seemed to have been brutally torn away, and the flesh and blood were mutilated.

He threw out the handkerchief.

It unfolded in the wind and covered Lei Gang's face.

Xuezi looked at Jun Wuhui who had moved out of the pit. With a flick of his hand, a small bloody statue of a god appeared.

It exudes a special aura that is indescribable.

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

"Shh!"

The bloody statue opened its eyes strangely.

Two slender red needles poked out of his eyes.

Plunging into Jun Wuhui's skull.

"Om-"

There seemed to be some kind of power that escaped from the bloody statue and entered Jun Wuhui's body.

It fades quickly and eventually turns into fly ash and disperses.

"Resurrection."

"my lover."

As Xuezi's warm voice sounded, Jun Wuhui's lifeless body shook.

His eyes suddenly opened, filled with a murderous, majestic red color.

Unlike the eyes that humans can have.

Xuezi's pupils trembled, full of fear.

The palm of his hand releases the blood that he sucked in, and infuses it into Xiang Jun Wuhui.

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

Gradually a heartbeat began to form and vitality revived. When Jun Wuhui regained consciousness, the inhuman murderous majesty in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

Jun Wuhui was shocked to the extreme when he looked at the shriveled but rejuvenated body.

"Lord Xuezi."

"Am I dead?"

Xuezi put away his fearful eyes and sneered:

"If you take the blood god pill of my holy religion, you will be favored by the blood god."

"It's hard to die."

Jun Wuhui is astonished.

The joy of being resurrected from the dead cannot compare with the shock and trembling of this incredible ability.

Completely incomprehensible.

"This this……"

"Other forces don't have this ability. Isn't the Holy Religion invincible?"

Xuezi's eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Cherish your opportunities."

"Blood God Pill, haha, I might as well tell you that I haven't even eaten it."

"This is a unique honor for you, the eldest prince of the White Tiger Empire."

Jun Wuhui felt a chill go down his back.

I always feel like there is something extra in my mind, but I can't find it.

He knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master Xuezi, for saving my life. It's a pity that 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 had boarded the ship of the Holy Cult and could not get off at all.

He now urgently wants to know what the Blood God Pill is.

too frightening.

"That guy is too talented. We must get rid of him as soon as possible, otherwise he may become a serious problem for our holy religion 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 serious threat to our Holy Religion? Haha, he is not worthy."

"There is no time for him to grow."

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

"After dormant for hundreds of years, our holy religion is about to rise..."

Jun Wuhui's scalp felt numb as he listened to the unbridled and disdainful laughter.

He felt that he had been too naive before.

He actually wanted to seek skin from a tiger.

Use the Holy Religion to seize the throne of the White Tiger Empire, and then kick them away.

The waters of this holy religion are so deep that if you sink in, you will not be able to get out.

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

"Xuezi, when are we going to capture that kid?"

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

Jun Wuhui shuddered.

Is this... a fancy?

Xuezi said mysteriously: "Don't worry."

"Soon, you will be able to see him again, and we will give him a surprise together."

Jun Wuhui smiled bloodthirstyly: "With your words, I feel relieved."

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

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

……

"Taitata."

Above the wilderness, Luo Fanchen was running wildly with a wolf, and the bright moon tilted like a jade pot, casting silver light on the face of the banished immortal.

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

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

Of course, except when killing people and setting fires.

The effect of this silver mask's disguise is simply to pick flowers... ahem, it's a weapon to frame the bride.

Unfortunately, there is only one drawback: the body shape and voice cannot be changed.

Unfortunately, there is no place to learn.

Luo Fanchen recalled the match during the day and couldn't help but sigh. Due to the large number of people, he couldn't use the Wandering Dragon Soul Eater.

On the contrary, Jun Wuhui's martial spirit of the Wind and Thunder White Tiger was blinded in vain. It would be nice to take it away and play with it.

What a waste.

Although Luo Fanchen regrets that people cannot be resurrected after death, he does not worry about it anymore.

He took out the bag of tips that Ye Youling had given him when he went out.

When opened there was only a note.

Juanxiu's handwriting reads:

"Master, you always say that to me. This time, I also want to say to you:"

"E."

"Waiting for you to come back to Qi Ren's house."