After doing all this, Qian Lingjun automatically released the possession of Wuhun, staggered back a few steps, and held on to the coffee table beside him to avoid falling to the ground.

Without using the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe and without a soul ring, defeating a soul sect and several great soul masters with only the most basic martial soul possession is extremely taxing on the body. Qian Lingjun can't even move now.

I have no strength left, I can only lean against the pillar with a pale face and breathe heavily.

Of course, a battle of this level cannot harm Qian Lingjun, who is equipped with divine armor to protect his body.

The main reason why she fell into weakness is that she currently does not have the blessing of a soul ring, and all the power she uses is obtained by overdrawing her own life.

After a while, the fainted people on the ground gradually began to wake up. They looked at Qian Lingjun who was standing against the wall in fear and did not dare to move, for fear of suffering disaster!

"Huh...huh..." Qian Lingjun held her hand on the wall and breathed hard. She was so weak that she couldn't suppress the urge to let the Rakshasa Demon Scythe wreak havoc.

In her ears, the seductive whisper of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe kept coming: "Pick me up quickly, kill them all, and use their blood to nourish the weak you..."

"Shut up, I am the master!" Qian Lingjun gritted his teeth and used his remaining strength on his left hand, and then used it to press down his right hand that was about to move.

Gradually... more and more people woke up in the city lord's mansion. They looked at the ashen-faced Qian Lingjun with evil intentions, and the eagerness in their eyes seemed to tell Qian Lingjun that they might pounce on the weak Qian Lingjun at any time.

of her torn into pieces.

Should he summon the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to kill the bloodshed or stick to his heart and not kill innocent people... This question began to gradually trouble Qian Lingjun.

It doesn't matter if she really wants to kill those guys, the main thing is that she can't confirm whether any force majeure will happen if she lets the sickle go.

"Go away, I'm going to take her away today, and I want to see who dares to stop me!"

The familiar light scolding was like a breeze in midsummer, successfully soothing Qian Lingjun's anxious heart. She tried her best to turn her body sideways to look at the visitor, and opened her arms to her.

"You damn kid, you really don't make me worry! Can't you just leave it to me? You are just an inexperienced kid, but you insist on doing it by yourself. Let me tell you, you must strengthen your training when you go back, so as not to

After the fight, I can't even walk." Qian Renxue held the Angel Holy Sword with one hand to frighten the villains with bad intentions, and dragged the weak Qian Lingjun with the other hand, complaining in her mouth.

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"Hey, did you know that the way you preach looks very much like my mother!" Qian Lingjun said in a nonchalant manner.

"I'm not that old, I'm so young, but I can't be your mother, so it's better to call me sister." Qian Renxue rolled her eyes and scolded: "There won't be a next time for things like today that were just brainless.

!"

"I know, I know." Qian Lingjun smiled and said haha, and said nonsensically: "I remember that you lived for a long time ten thousand years ago. No wonder you are so nagging. I think... should you call me

Your grandma or something is more suitable."

"Qian Ling Jun!" Qian Renxue couldn't stand this chatty sister anymore. She roared with the majesty of an elder, but received no response.

Taking a closer look, Qian Lingjun's eyes were tightly closed and he was already asleep.

"Hey, good guy, it looks like I have to carry you back!" Qian Renxue pursed her lips, suppressing the mixed emotions in her heart, and carried Qian Lingjun back to the city along the route.

Go.

After returning this time, the next time they come out may be the time for the two of them to come back to buy supplies. At a location that neither of them noticed, a star in the sky briefly dimmed for a moment, and then returned to its brightness.

At the same time, the Sun and Moon Empire tens of thousands of miles away from here.

In a gloomy underground palace where bones were everywhere, a slender skeleton-like figure wearing a black cloak jumped up from the ground. He rolled and crawled along the passage and crawled quickly toward the outside.

Along the way, all the men in black stood sideways and made way for him, just because this rickety, non-human creature was a ninety-sixth-level super Douluo, titled Corpse Witch.
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He is currently one of the oldest worshippers of the Holy Spirit Religion, and his strength is unfathomable. Even the leader of the Holy Spirit Religion respects him!

"Giggle, little bastard, open the door quickly!"

Under the cloak, a human head that was no different from a skeleton was poked out, and the eyes were flashing with cold and biting green soul fire. The man in black who was responsible for guarding the door of the passage was so frightened that he even couldn't hold the key in his hand.

It was unstable, but fortunately, he finally opened the stone door tremblingly.

Seeing that the door was open, Corpse Witch Douluo could no longer contain his excitement. He quickly crawled along the stalactites at the top of the cave in a posture that was unimaginable for a normal creature, and soon came to a wide hall.<

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There were only a few people sitting in the hall. The leader was a tall man with meticulously combed silver hair. His face was as rosy as a baby's. His long eyebrows drooped on both sides of his face. He was sitting upright in the front row.

He actually showed surprise when someone came, "Corpse Witch, you haven't left the house for decades, why did you come out today!"

"Jie Jie Jie, who am I talking about being so dashing? It turns out he is worshiping the Supreme Being! With the good news, of course I have to come out." The old skeletal man said and turned his head to another person, "Master, leader, my Holy Spirit

The religion is showing signs of great prosperity! Jie Jie Jie!"

"Old worshipper, what a sign of great prosperity! Tell me and listen."

The speaker is Zhong Liwu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect. He has short silver hair, which is very fine. The hair looks very hard, like steel needles. He has bright eyebrows, a straight nose and a square mouth, and his appearance is quite handsome. He has a pair of eyes.

But it is deep purple, vaguely revealing a profound aura.

He also became somewhat interested in what Corpse Witch Douluo said, and watched with great interest as Corpse Witch Douluo's skull head made a clicking sound in front of him.

"The Rakshasa Saint is born!"

As soon as he said this, the expression on Zhong Liwu's face suddenly became serious. He stood up and grabbed Corpse Witch Douluo's bones, and whispered: "Are you sure the Rakshasa Saint has been born?"

"Gah, gah, gah, I've calculated it three times, it's impossible to make a mistake!" Corpse Witch Douluo opened Zhong Liwu's hands and sighed: "But... I don't know where the saint is now. I just don't know where the saint is now.

Knowing that she has opened the secret realm of the Rakshasa God, and...she has seen blood."

"Currently, the most important of the three saintesses has been born. Douluo Continent is only so big. Just let those old guys go out to look for it. You may encounter them when you go out!"

After saying that, Corpse Witch Douluo stopped talking and disappeared into the boundless darkness along the path he came from.

After Corpse Witch Douluo left, several high-level leaders of the Holy Spirit Cult present started to discuss the matter.

"Uncle Long, this matter is of great importance. I wonder if I could help you inform my mother. She still needs to make detailed plans for this matter." Zhongliwu bowed to Long Xiaoyao, his words were humble and his attitude was sincere.
Chapter completed!