Kill God Against God

"Wow~"

The door of the pagoda suddenly opened, and Xuanyuanying looked at the dark door suspiciously. The so-called artist is bold. Although he has no ability now, he is not so courageous. He just stood up from the sofa and covered his whole body. Walked in cautiously.

"bump!"

When he completely entered the pagoda, the wide-open door closed with a bang, Xuanyuan Ying turned around reflexively and looked at the closed pagoda door, before he had time to think about anything, a strong white light suddenly filled his back, Ying hurriedly turned around, covered his suddenly irritated eyes with one hand, and slowly lowered them when his eyes got used to the brightness. He slowly opened his eyes and looked forward. In the haze, there was a blue figure in ancient robes. , with a sacred and inviolable arrogance, appeared in his line of sight little by little, Xuanyuan Ying couldn't see what he looked like, but his erratic figure and sacred aura were all displayed, he absolutely Not ordinary people.

"who are you?"

His eyes were cautiously staring at the slender figure slowly drifting towards him, his whole body was in a tense state of preparation, ready to attack at any time.

"My name is Soul, but the soul of this Qiankun Pagoda."

His voice seemed to have gone through vicissitudes, thick and cold, and it was not difficult to hear his pride.

Not feeling any dangerous aura on his body, Xuanyuanying slowly relaxed his body, turned his body slightly, the strong white light gradually dissipated, and he finally saw the other person's appearance clearly, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, straight nose bridge, thin His lips were pursed tightly, and his long black hair was casually scattered behind him. The man's appearance was undoubtedly enchanting. Even Xuanyuan Ying, who was used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, couldn't help but be stunned, and turned away unnaturally after a while. Looking at him, he cursed himself a few times, clenched his fists hanging by his sides, and raised his head to meet his cold eyes.

"Qiankun Pagoda? Tool Soul? Why is it in my body?"

The voice was soft and cold, but it carried an order that no one could question.

"You think I want to stay in your body? When I wake up, I'm already in your body."

The man in the green robe flirtatiously brushed back his long hair, exuding elegance, nobility and indifference, and his eyes burst out with unmistakable contempt. It can't be said that he looked down on him at all.

"Uh... well, can I wrong you? Now can I ask you to get out of my body and stop playing tricks on labor and management here?"

Xuanyuanying rolled her eyes weakly, it was just a soul, pulling a woolen yarn, since Nima became a killer, no one has ever dared to speak to him with such an attitude, although he also wanted to know why he would hide behind him In his body, but the answer is obviously insignificant compared to his dignity.

"Impossible, when the Qiankun Linglong Pagoda sinks in your body, it has formed a blood contract with you. As long as your soul is immortal, we will never be separated, unless your soul is scattered, or you have cultivated to the Qiankun Pagoda. At the top level, there may be a possibility of releasing the blood contract."

Hun's cold and indifferent voice was full of helplessness, and he glanced at his slender body with disdain again. With his small body, how could he reach the top level of cultivation?Perhaps expecting him to be wiped out sooner will come sooner.