Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

The Pope moved and turned aside.

The pink-haired girl bit her lip and stood there quietly. Her pale face gradually began to turn red, and her beautiful eyes silently stared at the Pope.

Meimei's personality is different from Bai Yingyue's. She was born unlucky and has encountered too many misfortunes. Even when she couldn't control the power of bad luck in the past, she couldn't get too close to people. Therefore, she is not good at expressing emotions. Even if she is sad, she will only cry silently in her heart and bear it alone.

The Pope knew that although her disciple had not said a word, she was no less worried about her than Yingyue. Her cold and majestic face showed a rare tenderness. She gently helped Meimei to tidy up her messy hair with her delicate hands and said softly:

"Don't worry, I'm fine now."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Meimei hadn't cried yet, but Bai Yingyue, who had just vowed to be a true saint, started crying first.

"Teacher, you are biased!!"

"I……"

Di Weiyang glanced at Bai Yingyue.

Bai Yingyue felt a little guilty, but there were a lot of people watching her, so how could she lose face? She acted like a saint and said fiercely, "I..."

"I don't want to be with you anymore!"

Di Weiyang raised her cool eyebrows, and the corners of her lips formed a beautiful arc, with a hint of playfulness:

"Ok?"

"If I don't be friends with you, who will be friends with you?"

Bai Yingyue's delicate body trembled slightly, like a punching bag, she grinned and said: "You didn't even say you were going to slap me, so you still love me!"

Di Weiyang then withdrew his gaze.

Meimei bit her teeth, even though she had experienced too many life and death separations, she couldn't hold it back at this moment, her eyes were red, and she was full of fear: "Teacher..."

"Meimei, you are my only relative in this world."

This scene moved the people around so much, especially the Holy Son of the Dark Temple, Gui Mie Sheng, whose heart was broken and he wanted to come up to him immediately and whisper comforting words.

The Pope thought for a moment and shook his head gently: "It doesn't matter. If the master is gone, you still have your Uncle Luo."

Meimei's sobbing stopped abruptly and her beautiful eyes widened.

As if asking,

Master, are you a devil?

"We congratulate the Pope on his return!"

The elders who rewarded the good and punished the evil, as well as the powerful men from other major sects, all bowed.

"We truly admire the Pope's righteousness."

Di Weiyang shook his head and said, "No need to be polite."

"The future peace of this world depends on your joint efforts."

The corners of the mouths of the powerful men twitched.

The Pope is still the same Pope, as strong and decisive as ever.

"Great! The Pope is not dead!"

King Yan was ecstatic and punched hard like a true fan chasing a star.

King Tianwu squinted his eyes and said mockingly, "Brother, how about letting my son-in-law introduce you to each other?"

King Yan's face trembled: "You are talking about something else, right?"

Whenever he thought of the fact that Luo Fanchen and the Pope had known each other for a long time and had such a harmonious relationship, he felt embarrassed. He thought back to when he was in Qianlong City, he had begged Luo Fanchen several times.

I don’t have the nerve to chase stars now.

However, when he thought that Taotie was dead and his great revenge was achieved, he could finally go to Shenxiao Sect to pick up his wife. He felt happy. He secretly glanced at Yang Tingjun and found that his brother-in-law didn't notice him. He immediately stepped back from the crowd and went straight to Shenxiao Sect to steal the house.

The fragrant wind blows,

Di Weiyang was slightly stunned.

Because Su Jiuer actually walked towards her and bowed, and Princess Xiying, Ye Xi'an and other girls followed her spontaneously, doing the same, their beautiful eyes full of kindness and gratitude.

Luo Fanchen's eyes were gentle and he smiled easily:

"I have a very close relationship with the Pope, Jiuer, you don't have to be so polite."

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Jiuer glared at Luo Fanchen with her icy blue eyes and snorted, "Can't we express our feelings?"

"Good good."

Luo Fanchen spoke much more quietly.

Once all the enemies are dealt with, you will easily become the center of the Shura storm, so it is better to be careful!

Su Jiuer said softly: "Jiuer knows the relationship between the Pope and my husband, so our family will not say polite words, but we have seen and remembered the help the Pope has given to my husband along the way. We dare not and cannot forget it."

The women behind her also nodded. They were all noble ladies from big clans and powerful forces, so they naturally knew etiquette and would not talk at the same time.

Yang Xiruo, Lin Shengyi, and Xiao Fengxian, the female geniuses of the younger generation, were filled with admiration and worship for the Pope.

She secretly thought that her husband was really capable, as he could get along so well with a cold and beautiful woman like the Pope who never allowed strangers to approach her.

"You're welcome."

Di Weiyang looked at Su Jiuer meaningfully.

She understands everything else.

This "family"...

Looking at the girls in front of him with different temperaments and beautiful looks, Di Weiyang couldn't hold back his cold mood. Was this boy going too far?

There is nothing wrong with him, it's just that he is too carefree.

Is he planning to capture all the top female geniuses in the Soul Martial Continent in one fell swoop?

"Cough cough cough."

Luo Fanchen suddenly coughed, attracting everyone's attention.

"fine."

Luo Fanchen explained that it was actually his divine listening skill: he listened to the wind singing and heard the Pope's voice.

What's the point of young people not being greedy for money, power, or harming others, or not being lustful?

He was dissatisfied, but did not dare to say anything for fear of being slapped.

"and many more!"

Luo Fanchen was stunned. How could he hear the Pope's thoughts so easily?

The pupils contracted as the spiritual pupils flickered.

The Pope's body is still the same body, and his soul is still the same soul.

But only his soul was powerful, and his physical body had no strength at all, as if he had turned into an ordinary person.

It was as if all his cultivation had been completely drained by Luo Fanchen.

"What's your cultivation level?"

The Pope shook his head, his expression calm, without the slightest bit of loss: "It's okay."

"We can find a way to recover the lost skills."

"It's not that easy to condense a small plane. There will always be some price to pay."

"Now the real weird is about to come. Giving you more power will bring more hope to the Soul Martial Continent."

The powerful men around him were all moved.

In the Soul Martial Continent, the strong are respected, and one's own strength is the foundation of everything. It is hard-earned, so who would be willing to throw it away?

King Tianwu and the old beggar felt more deeply the pain of losing power, but they were forced to do so, and both had been depressed for a period of time.

They had even more admiration for the Pope.

Luo Fanchen ignored the Pope's advice and tried to help him recover his cultivation, but failed.

"Don't worry, I will find a way."

Di Weiyang shook her head gently: "It's okay."

"If you lose something, you can regain it through practice."

"My soul is still there, how could this pope be in any danger?"

Luo Fanchen and the others were slightly distracted.

Even though his body has turned into a mortal and he has lost his former dazzling talent, the Pope is still as elegant and calm as ever. After this incident, his charming and cold face still exudes a majestic and confident temperament, even more dazzling than before.

Even a powerful sect leader would be deterred by such a temperament and would not dare to think of conquering him.

Luo Fanchen naturally didn't dare to do that before.

I don't want to now.

As the King of the Sea, he doesn't like the word "conquer", as it is too presumptuous for the beauty he likes to admire.

To be precise, it should rely on attraction!

Attract the same frequency!

If you can't attract others, it means you are not charming enough.

The Pope returns and the crisis is temporarily resolved.

All the strong men and people in the Soul Martial Continent breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they all knew that this peaceful life might not last long, but the fact that the Soul Martial Continent had been able to escape death several times made them know that they should be content. They all especially cherished the life that Luo Fanchen, the Pope, and even the Blood Demon Leader and a group of powerful people had fought for them.

He hid the fear and worry about the real weird invasion in the deepest part of his heart.

Luo Fanchen did not become blindly confident just because his strength improved.

The Emperor and the Dragon God are both beings who can kill the Lord of Heaven in seconds at will, and they have led all the gods to death. Now the strength of that strange group may be further increased. He dare not be careless at all, and even has a sense of urgency that time is running out.

However, he already had two plans in mind that could protect everyone.

Luo Fanchen was planning to review his own experience and achievements, and then give himself a half-day break to relax and unwind.

After all, in just a few short months, he felt like he had lived countless years. If it weren't for the fact that the Ten Revolutions of Reincarnation were mysterious enough, the ten lives seemed real and fake, and Jiuer sacrificed herself to help, his Taoist faith would have easily collapsed.

At this time, a beam of divine light shot up into the sky from both the Soul Beast Oasis and the Crippled Elderly Hospital, heading straight for the central battlefield and sinking into Luo Fanchen's crown...