Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

The weather was very bad, but the weather was very bad.

Qianlong City, suburbs.

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

Three disabled people were waving hoes to dig the soil, and just dug a big pit.

The moonlight illuminated their cheeks.

It was the Leicheng trio, Lei Sheng, Lei Gang, and Liuchuandian.

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

They couldn't help cursing.

"Damn Luo Fanchen, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, and we brothers have beaten him into this state."

Ryukawa Electric sighed:

"Wake up, there is no hope for revenge, it's good enough that he doesn't cause trouble for us."

Lei Gang shook his head and sneered:

"We can't take revenge, can't Lord Lei Wang take revenge?"

"It's easy for a ninth-level prince to plot against an undeveloped genius."

"Hu——"

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

The three shivered.

They felt as if something was watching them from behind.

Suddenly looked back, there was nothing.

Turned his head around.

His heart twitched suddenly.

A blood-colored patterned mask was close at hand, almost face to face with them.

Scarlet eyes were staring at them through the mask.

"Who are you!"

"There's a ghost."

Lei Gang and the other two were so scared that they immediately retreated and fled.

"Hehe, three little mice."

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

Lei Gang and the other two were running forward, but their bodies kept moving backward.

"Who... who are you?"

"We are the Thunder King's men."

The three released their martial spirits, but were instantly crushed, and their bodies trembled as they threatened.

"Thunder King, you're just a clown, you're threatening me with the Pope."

"Ah!"

Three screams came from the wasteland at night.

Xue Zi took a snow-white handkerchief and slowly wiped the bright red blood on his slender fingertips.

Lei Gang and the other two were lying neatly in the pit.

Their bodies were shriveled, and their skin seemed to have been cruelly torn off by someone, bloody and blurred.

He threw the handkerchief out.

It spread with the wind and covered Lei Gang's face.

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

It exuded an inexplicable special aura.

He crouched down and pressed the head of the statue against Jun Wuhui's forehead, which had been burned to charcoal.

"Swish!"

The blood-colored statue unexpectedly opened its eyes strangely.

Two thin red needles pierced out of its eyes.

Pierced into Jun Wuhui's skull.

"Buzz——"

Some kind of power seemed to have escaped from the blood-colored statue and entered Jun Wuhui's body.

It quickly faded, and finally turned into ash and dispersed.

"Resurrection."

"My lover."

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

His eyes suddenly opened, full of murderous madness and majesty in red.

It was not a look that humans could have.

Xuezi's pupils trembled, full of fear.

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

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

His heartbeat gradually began, and his vitality revived. When Jun Wuhui regained consciousness, the inhuman killing majesty flashed away.

Jun Wuhui looked at the shriveled but revived body and was shocked to the extreme.

"Lord Xuezi."

"Am I not dead?"

Xuezi put away his fearful eyes and sneered:

"If you take the Blood God Pill of my Holy Church, you will be favored by Lord Blood God."

"It's hard to die."

Jun Wuhui was shocked.

The joy of resurrection was not as great as the shock and trembling of this incredible ability.

It was completely incomprehensible.

"This... this..."

"Other forces don't have this ability, isn't the Holy Church invincible?"

Xuezi's eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Cherish your chance."

"Blood God Pill, haha, I might as well tell you that even this Blood Son has never eaten it."

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

Jun Wuhui felt a chill on his back.

He always felt that there seemed to be something extra in his mind, but he couldn't find it.

He knelt down: "Thank you, Lord Blood Son, for saving my life. Unfortunately, my mission failed."

"Don't blame you."

Blood Son narrowed 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 Church and couldn't get off at all.

He now urgently wanted to know what the Blood God Pill was.

It's too terrible

Afraid.

"That guy is too talented. He must be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise he will become a major threat to our Holy Church in the future."

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

"It's his appearance that's interesting."

"As for becoming a major threat to our Holy Church? Haha, he doesn't deserve it."

"There is no time for him to grow up."

"Jun Wuhui, you don't understand what kind of power is hidden behind our Holy Church."

"After lying dormant for hundreds of years, our Holy Church is about to rise..."

Jun Wuhui listened to the unscrupulous and disdainful laughter, and his scalp numbed.

He felt that he was too naive before.

He actually wanted to seek the skin of a tiger.

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

The water of this Holy Church is too deep, and you can't get out if you fall into it.

Since you can't escape, then join it. He looked fiercely in the direction of Qianlong City.

"Xuezi, when are we going to take that guy down?"

"If you damage his fine skin, I'll kill you." Xuezi said with a smile.

Jun Wuhui shuddered.

Is this... like him?

Xuezi said mysteriously: "Don't worry."

"Soon, you'll see him again, and then we'll give him a surprise together."

Jun Wuhui smiled bloodthirstily: "I feel relieved with your words."

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

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

...

"Damn, dampen, dampen."

In the wilderness, Luo Fanchen galloped wildly on the wolf, and the bright moon tilted like a jade pot, casting silver light on the face of the exiled immortal.

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

He is not a bull warrior, he doesn't like to wear 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 is simply to pick flowers... ahem, a sharp weapon for framing others.

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 daytime competition and couldn't help but sigh. Due to the large number of people, he couldn't use the Wandering Dragon Soul Devouring Hand.

It was a waste of Jun Wuhui's wind and thunder white tiger martial spirit. It would be great to take it and play with it.

What a waste.

The dead can't be resurrected. Although Luo Fanchen regretted it, he didn't miss it.

He took out the brocade bag that Ye Youling gave him when he went out from his arms.

There was only a note after opening it.

The beautiful handwriting read:

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

"I."

"Wait for you to come back to my family."