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

"Senior brother, don't run!! Don't fool me with fakes, have the ability to take it out and show the real guy to my junior sister! "

Under the moon, a pair of handsome men and beautiful women ran wildly in the forest.

He flees, she chases, he can't fly.

The female pope followed behind leisurely, watching with relish the chase drama of Lan Yan's confidant and disciple.

Luo Fanchen didn't want to run away either.

Just now, the martial soul possessed the body, urging the Qilin pattern plus incineration armor and Bai Yingyue made a move.

The result made him recognize the facts.

It's too floating, and after only a few days of practice, I want to do the holy girl carefully cultivated by the female pope?

Bai Yingyue was a temple genius who had practiced for two years, possessed secret skills, and four top soul rings, and thirty Li Hongpeng combined could not be his opponent.

The most important thing is that the opponent's Taiyin Ying Martial Soul has a significant increase in combat power under the moon!!

The distance was constantly being brought closer, and Luo Fanchen shouted to the side: "Wei Yang, you just watched the female disciple commit murder like this?"

Di Weiyang shook her head: "Angry Yingyue, even I have to be afraid of three points."

"And..." "

The debt owed, after all, must be repaid."

Belly black woman,

you are afraid of a big-headed ghost!!

Luo Fanchen pinch her teeth, this woman clearly wants to watch the play, so she almost sucked melon seeds.

He is now 100% sure that not only this female pope has a black belly, but the saint is definitely not a white lotus.

In fact, he has a way to take Bai Yingyue

, but the female pope is also here, and some rogue tricks can't be used.

"Secret Technique: Glowing Moonlight Dance!"

"Whoops!"

The moment Bai Yingyue approached Luo Fanchen, nine phantoms appeared around her at the same time.

The dancing posture is beautiful, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Bang!"

Luo Fanchen tossed and turned,

and finally was surrounded by a phantom, and the whole person fell and was thrown out.

Bai Yingyue Xin took a long white python with his legs clamped and sat on his chest, sliding through the soft grass because of the forward inertia.

A pretty face looked down high, full of victory and joy, and red lips raised arrogantly: "Senior brother, I caught you." The

other party obviously left his hand, and then there was a lawn, and Luo Fanchen didn't hurt at all.

His expression was a little unnatural, because the posture was too ambiguous.

The other party thinks that if you don't sit on your lap, it's okay?

The seafood is almost delivered to the mouth, sister, senior brother does not like to eat seafood.

Bai Yingyue said lightly: "In the future, I will bully and not bully others!" I'm not easy to mess with.

"Success or defeat, what you do is up to you, be careful of Senior Brother's revenge in the future!"

Luo Fanchen would not weaken his momentum, and he was already thinking in his heart about how to clean up this nizi after Xiu Wei caught up, and the small branch farted too lightly.

Bai Yingyue hummed: "Junior sister is not Li Hongpeng's kind of rookie, I will also improve, want to catch up with me and wait a few years!" "

Having said that, it's mostly hard-mouthed.

She was indeed a little stunned in her heart, after all, this senior brother's talent was too against the sky.

In this situation, such a posture, some of the moves in the book inexplicably appeared in her mind.

It seems that there is a soul hunter sitting in the lotus style.

"Ugh!"

Her face was flushed, and her throat was shy.

"Junior sister, touch porcelain, isn't it." Luo Fanchen was speechless: "You are pressing me, what kind of screaming, no one will bully you this time."

"If you don't apologize to this girl again, I'll have to find the dark device myself!"

Faced with Bai Yingyue's threat, Luo Fanchen smiled, he didn't believe that Junior Sister dared to find it shyly.

"Look for it, see what you can."

"You said it!!"

Bai Yingyue moved her hips, sat upside down, and reached out to grab her belt.

"No apology."

Luo Fanchen was reluctant to beat him up, let alone pick him up, and all his attention was concentrated to shield the soft touch from his chest.

Bai Yingyue's hands holding the belt trembled, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she was ruthless and gritted her teeth.

"You forced me!!"

"Groove!"

"You're ??? pickpocket."

Luo Fanchen sprang up.

The eyes of the female pope, who kept smiling lightly and watching the play, froze and could not laugh.

Bai Yingyue's eyes were distracted, stupid there, white and round legs M-shaped kneeling in the lawn, as if she couldn't hear all the sounds from the outside world.

That year, before the second of February, the Dragon King raised his head first.

A glimpse left an indelible impression in Bai Yingyue's mind.

....

In the next month and a half, the female pope, the holy daughter, and Luo Fanchen did not have any language communication, and an embarrassing aura filled the hearts of the three.

The female pope occasionally leaves the oasis, and has been cold and expressionless anyway.

The saint did not dare to make eye contact with Luo Fanchen, and hid when touched.

Make the food and put it there, waiting for Luo Fanchen to get it himself.

To be honest, Luo Fanchen's brain is also buzzing, if a charming and coquettish woman does this kind of thing, he will not be shocked.

It's his little white lotus junior sister.

Just a junior sister saw that the problem was not big, and the female pope definitely saw it, and it is estimated that the psychological shadow caused by it is very large, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to be silent for ten days without speaking.

Well, women in this world are indeed much more conservative than those in their hometowns.

However, he was not idle for a month and a half, taking three zhu fruits, and with a little insignificant talent and his own efforts,

he successively completed the liquefaction of eleven soul power cyclones in the dantian.

At this point, all the thirteen cyclones liquefied, reaching the peak of the soul master, and the cultivation level of the twenty level.

Luo Fanchen always felt that he should be considered level twenty-three, after all, he had three more liquefied cyclones than others who broke the limit three times.

But who called the whole world only he was special, and no one opened a separate level for him.

Go with the flow.

Most of the medicinal power of Zhu Guo is integrated into the meridians and has not been completely absorbed.

Luo Fanchen himself felt that the breakthrough speed was much slower than before, but the Pope and the Holy Daughter's eyes would show shock every time.

"Rip and pull!"

The space cracked, the female pope returned from nowhere, and Luo Fanchen spoke for the first time in a month and a half:

"Wei Yang, I'm going to find the second soul ring, how many years do you see fit?"

The tall female pope stood there quietly, silent for a long time without giving an answer.

The limit of the second soul ring of the supreme genius is nine hundred years, and the limit of the third soul ring is seventeen hundred years.

And Luo Fanchen's slight cultivation is already the limit of ordinary people.

The first soul ring has reached a terrifying eleven thousand years, the first case unprecedented in the Soul Martial Continent, which makes others how to estimate his second soul ring?

What's more, this man now has more Qilin patterns after the secret method "God Painting Quenching Body" than before, and the power of the five internal organs is activated, and the number of years to bear the soul ring will inevitably increase significantly.

Bai Yingyue's eyes on the side flickered, and she couldn't help but guess.

Two thousand years?

No.

Two thousand five hundred years?

It seems that he can't hold back, he underestimates him too much.

It won't reach three thousand years, it would be too terrifying, and it was already comparable to the fourth soul ring age of an elite soul master.

As for the four thousand years, Bai Yingyue thought that it was absolutely impossible, this was already the limit year attached to the fourth soul ring.

Whether it was her, the Temple Saint Daughter, or the Tianjiao of other top forces on the continent, they had to stop here.

Di Weiyang held back for a long time, and finally let out a cold voice: "Your situation is special, it is difficult to estimate, and you need to find the limit through battle."

"Good." Luo Fanchen nodded: "But before obtaining the soul ring, I will first go and let the little loach hunt and let it complete its evolution." "

His two-meter-long little loach is already hungry and thirsty.

The silver-haired woman who had been following secretly and wearing a strange golden face, seeing that she had not gained anything, couldn't help but be bored and disappointed, and was planning to leave.

Hearing Luo Fanchen's words, he stopped.

Martial soul, evolution?