Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 85 - Spend money to buy a saint? !

Not long after Qian Renxue left, Qian Lingjun lightly pressed her hands on the tops of the two corpses, and began to mutter something in her mouth. The jerky language was difficult to understand, but a strange feeling began to appear on her body. brilliance.

Between the eyes, gray light flowed, and her hands gradually began to be covered with a layer of gray brilliance.Gray silently poured into the head of Zhongli brother's corpse.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

Brother Zhongli, who had already died suddenly, and even his body was somewhat mutilated, started to tremble slightly.

Not long after, he stumbled and got up from the ground.

It's just that the gray-blue soul fire is already burning in their once lively eye sockets, and the lifeless gray-blue flame exudes a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

"Pick up your staffs. From now on, you will be my assistant Lich." Qian Lingyun's words were a little sinister, but also had a strange magnetism. Brother Zhongli picked up his staffs, He nodded stiffly, and then walked into the gate of the undead one after the other.

Not half a minute after the Zhongli brothers stepped into the gate of the undead, Qian Renxue came one after another carrying Zhong Litian's body. Among them, Zhonglitian's staff was casually inserted by Qian Renxue's waist.

Qian Renxue threw Zhong Litian on the ground, took out the handkerchief and wiped her hands with some disgust, and looked at Qian Lingjun curiously.

Qian Lingyun didn't intend to hide his ability, so he raised his right hand, and finally tapped Zhonglitian's forehead with his index finger. Gray flames.

Under Qian Lingjun's order, it picked up the staff hanging on its waist, paused step by step, and slowly walked into the gate of the undead.

"You rest first, I'll watch the wind for you." Qian Renxue leaned on an ancient tree, picked a flower casually, counted and pinched the petals boredly, Qian Lingjun nodded , sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes to recover his soul power.

While half asleep and half awake, Qian Lingjun vaguely felt that three strong evil spirits were approaching her. She opened her eyes suddenly and stared straight at the horizon in the distance.

A large dark cloud was drifting in their direction at an alarming speed, and it was still expanding. It seemed like the dark cloud was about to overwhelm the city.

The thick dark cloud was getting faster and faster, and the closer it was, the bigger it could be seen.The black clouds gradually condensed and formed in the sky, turning into a huge gray phoenix, and beside it was a huge tiger head and a black crow.

"My God, all the people here this time are Title Douluo, you go first!" Qian Lingyun got up and moved over, gave Qian Renxue a big hug, and kissed Qian Renxue's side face again , then violently pushed Qian Renxue towards the bushes behind.

"Silly girl, take care!"

Qian Renxue is not a pedantic person, the current situation is like this, separation is imminent, if she stays here, it will be very bad.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue bit her lower lip lightly, resisting the reluctance in her heart, and fled towards the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Less than half a cup of tea after Qian Renxue left, Qian Lingjun pulled his cheek, pretending to be cold and arrogant, and flew towards the dark cloud with the Rakshasa sickle.

Above the sky, three people, two men and one woman, walked out of three groups of dark clouds with different shapes.

In the middle is a sexy masked woman in black. The place she walks through is extremely cold, and even the air tends to stagnate!

If Qian Lingyun's guess is correct, this woman is the vice-leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, named Feng Ling, her martial soul is the evil phoenix, and she is a level 97 title Douluo, title: Xie Feng!

Although she was wearing loose black clothes, she still couldn't hide her beautiful figure.

At this time, she was standing in the main seat and looking at Qian Lingjun curiously.

The Evil Douluo on Feng Ling's right was a man in black who was covered in a cloak, his face couldn't be seen clearly at all, he was like a cloud of black mist.

This person's name is Wu Yun, title: Crow.

He is one of the strongest members of the Church of the Holy Spirit, not the eight elders of the Church of the Holy Spirit.His strength is also extremely strong, and he can also be ranked high in the Holy Spirit Sacred Church.

As for the one on the left, he has a thin body, one high and one low eyebrows, and a big king character on his forehead. If there is no accident, this guy should be Scorpion Tiger Douluo.

"Who are you?" Qian Lingjun stared at the three of them coldly with the Rakshasa scythe on his shoulders, not at all afraid because there were two Super Douluo and one Title Douluo, and even, he was still a little bit small in his heart. excitement.

Feng Ling didn't have any emotional changes because of Qian Lingjun's indifferent attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and still said gently: "It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is that we are here for you."

"For me?" Qian Lingyun pretended to be surprised, and stared at the three of them with suspicion.

"Yes, because we are the same kind."

As she spoke, a chilling aura instantly rose from her body.

A gray-blue halo instantly spread behind her, followed by an extremely sharp screaming sound.The gray-blue light instantly ascended to the sky, condensing into the form of a phoenix. The extremely cold and evil aura turned the sky above into a gray-blue at an astonishing speed.

The soaring evil spirit even resonated with Qian Lingjun's martial soul, but unfortunately, the Rakshasa scythe in Qian Lingjun's hand let out a burst of angry neighing at this moment.

It seemed that in its eyes, Feng Ling's move was a demonstration against it. In order to cooperate with the resistance of Rakshasa, the dark purple phantom of the fallen angel also condensed behind Qian Lingyun.

When he raised his hand, the ferocious aura of the Rakshasa scythe directly tore open the gray-blue sky in the sky, and the domineering evil spirit swept towards Feng Ling and the three of them. The oppression from the martial soul made the three of them They exchanged glances with each other, and the smiles on their faces were undisguised.

At this time, Feng Ling's voice was still soft, but also a little more eager, "Look, we are the same kind of people. Join us, and you will have everything."

"Oh! Really?" Qian Lingjun sneered, threw out three identity badges, and said with emotion: "It seems... you are also taught by the Holy Spirit, right? I'm sorry, I just killed three of you Soul Fighters Luo, you shouldn’t embarrass me because of them in the future!”

"How could it be! How could we embarrass you because of three Contras! It won't take long for a Contra to train one, but a genius like you only comes once in ten thousand years!"

As he spoke, Scorpion Tiger Douluo opened his arms and bowed to Qian Lingjun.

From the moment the Rakshasa Scythe ripped through the gray-blue sky, his eyes were only on Qian Lingjun. He sighed and shouted: "Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, I'm here to welcome the return of the Rakshasa Saintess."

"Crow Douluo Wuyun, welcome to the return of the Rakshasa Saint!" Crow Douluo followed closely and bowed.

"...", Qian Lingjun frowned and thought for a while, then turned his gaze to Feng Ling, and said, "I have no objection to returning to the throne, but let's talk about the treatment of being a saint!"

"Ah? Treatment?" Fengling was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "What kind of treatment?"