Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 149—The Mark of Depravity

Yo, he is still a master of reasoning!

Qian Lingjun was startled, glanced at Mei Douluo without changing his face, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice: "The eighth elder is right, anyway, there are not many competitions left, we are just waiting in Xingluo Square , and wait until the Phoenix Saintess makes her move!"

"If that's the case...let's stay a little longer!" Fengling Gujing Wubo's face twitched a few times, he stood up and put his hands on Qian Lingjun's shoulders, and said knowingly: "Starting today, the Holy Spirit Girl, come and live with me! Even if something happens, I know what to do, and I'll be as busy as a headless chicken today."

"Huh?" Qian Lingjun let out a light snort, but he didn't refuse, just nodded dully, and said, "Yes, I will naturally not refuse the request of the deputy leader."

"Ah!?" Mei Douluo looked at the two of them in surprise. He wanted to say something, but he never thought that Fengling would leave a cold sentence: "You can't even watch the Saint without leaving the house. Go back. Before now, just stay in this hotel and reflect!"

"Oh…"

Mei Douluo lowered her head and rubbed the corner of her clothes a little disappointed, but she also knew that her negligence was indeed not small. Fortunately, Qian Lingjun came back by herself. If she couldn't come back, she might not die when she returned to the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult Also have to peel off the skin...

After the elder and the priest left, Feng Ling fixed her deep eyes on Qian Lingjun. The hair on Qian Lingjun's back was straightened by the eagerness and inquiry in those eyes. She sat on the bed and said with a sneer : "The saint is really a good method!"

"The deputy leader is absurd, people have to have some secrets, don't they?" Qian Lingjun picked up the teacup in his hand without changing his face, took a sip, and said in a deep voice:

"There is a saying in the Noumenon Sect that is true, you should use less soul skills, and the more you use that thing, the deeper people will understand you! So, very few people know my soul skills..."

"Tsk, it looks like the saint hasn't fully trusted us yet, you know, that's not what I meant." Feng Ling still stared straight at Qian Lingjun, watching her pretend to be stupid.

"Whatever you want to ask, you might as well say it directly. I hate riddles. I don't bother to guess riddles."

Qian Lingjun put the teacup on the table with a loud 'click', and laughed sinisterly.

"What I want to ask is the secret of that gray door, and the reason why you know the whereabouts of the other two saintesses so well."

"Say it earlier! Is this still mysterious to me?" Qian Lingjun stared at Feng Ling with wide eyes, and said bluntly: "I am twin martial souls, and the door is..."

"Your second martial soul is a door!?" Feng Ling looked at Qian Lingjun with a surprised face, and asked, "Does that door have any special abilities?"

"..."

Good guy, don't you listen to people's words?If that's the case, I'm sorry!

"Follow me." Qian Lingjun stretched out his fingers and snapped his fingers lightly, a gray hexagram suddenly appeared at Feng Ling's feet, pulling her into the world of the half-plane of the undead.

The gray air current wrapped Feng Ling's whole body, dragging her into the endless darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a gray plain with countless strange undead creatures wandering aimlessly nearby.

At this time, Qian Lingyun was sitting on top of a giant skeleton dragon, and the aura around her was as cold as this world.

Living in a completely unfamiliar world, Fengling did not dare to act rashly at this moment. She just said to Qian Lingjun: "May I ask the saint, where are the two of us at this moment?"

"This is an independent space created by a strong man, you can also call him the demiplane of the undead." Qian Lingyun waved a gray light casually, and the light turned into a gray door in the open space, and then, it Driven by Qian Lingyun, it returned to her hand, "Deputy Hierarch, as you can see, I am the one in charge here."

Feng Ling fought a cold war, the method of opening up such a space with one person's power is simply unheard of.I didn't expect this saint to have such great power behind her. So... what is the purpose of the saint to bring her here?

"Holy girl, you brought me here..." Fengling was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "What do you want me to do?"

"It's nothing, after my seventh ring, my martial soul has a new ability - the brand of corruption!"

"Degenerate brand!?" Feng Ling frowned and asked, "What kind of ability is this, can the saint tell me about it?"

"The soul power of the evil soul masters who have been branded by me will be permanently enhanced by the purification and purification of my Rakshasa power, not much, ten percent!" Qian Lingyun's lips curled up, like As if thinking of something interesting, he bewitched, "I don't know if the deputy leader would like to give it a try and be the one who eats crabs for the first time."

Yes, Qian Lingjun did not tell Feng Ling that the essence of the degenerate brand is actually to sell the sacrificer's own soul to the Rakshasa god to gain power.

And Qian Lingyun is an unscrupulous profiteer.

Eat the kickback soul power of the Rakshasa god and the soul origin of the sacrificer, eat at both ends...

"If the saint wants to try a trick, I have hundreds of believers who are willing to go through fire and water for you, why don't the saint use them to try!?"

Feng Ling was not stupid, but looked at Qian Lingjun suspiciously, pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Sorry, I'm not discussing with you, I'm notifying you!" Qian Lingyun shook her head in disappointment, and she had already pinched the divine artifact card from the death prison in her hand. The beautiful, windless and automatic long hair also turned into little black snakes, staring at Feng Ling with their scarlet vertical pupils with malicious intentions.

In the black sun of the undead demiplane, a purple shadow appeared.The moment it appeared, Fengling trembled from the bottom of her heart.

"Let me tell you the truth! After I bring you in, I'm not afraid that you will cause any trouble here." Qian Lingjun fiddled with the soul-absorbing card in his hand, feeling the unique perspective of the Eye of Condemnation, Glancing at Feng Ling, he said:

"I am the successor to the Rakshasa position. It is your honor to serve me loyally. Surrender your soul and escape into the boundless darkness."

The next moment, the God of Raksha emerged from the divine emblem on her forehead, landed behind Qian Lingjun, and turned into a blurred figure.

"This... this is!", Feng Ling was terrified, if she hadn't cultivated herself high enough to control her body, she could hardly help kneeling and worshiping.

Worship the supreme, the peerless, and the existence that makes her feel afraid.

"Here, there is no specific scope and boundaries. Unless I agree, no one can leave here! Tell me, are you toasting and not eating or drinking? Or Xixi dancer Wei Junjie!"

Qian Lingjun raised his right index finger, making a gesture of silence.

And a cluster of purple flames suddenly ignited on the fingertips.Different from the pure white purifying fire, just looking at this cluster of purple flames, Fengling felt as if she was in a trance.

"Desperate!", Qian Lingjun turned the Desire card in his hand to Feng Ling, and a gray iron-colored streamer directly entered Feng Ling's eyebrows, forcibly weakening Feng Ling's mental defense.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough."

The backlash of the artifact caused Qian Lingjun's seven orifices to slowly ooze blood, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on driving the artifact, and said in a low voice: "Come here after you seal up your soul power, untie your clothes! Turn your back to me. "