Douluo's Angel and Knight

Chapter 365 There should be no big problem.JPG

When the mountains were ravaged and devastated, spider silk tied up the Rakshasa priest who had been out of breath and out of breath, and Bibi Dong walked into the Rakshasa Temple step by step.

What caught his eyes was still full of purple-red, and the aura of evil was so strong that it couldn't be dispelled. Even the supposedly majestic temple was contaminated with evil.

"Tell me, why does that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang have anything to do with you?

"The former Spirit Puppet Douluo, His Excellency Emperor Lin?"

Bibi Dong threw the Rakshasa priest who had taken off the black cloth at the foot of the steps, sat down at leisure, and looked at this person whom he had heard of in his childhood with an indifferent expression.

A look of struggle flashed across the baby-like face of the Rakshasa Priest, or Emperor Lin.

"Tell me, you can still make a decent sacrifice, otherwise you know my methods."

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly and her tone was extremely calm.

However, Emperor Lin knew that what this woman said was not a lie. In her hands, death would be a luxury.

As for the sacrifice, it was not something he could decide on his own.

Whether it is the Rakshasa God or the woman in front of him, there are many ways for him to sacrifice himself.

"How about I come and give you a head start?

"Emperor Lin, according to the internal records of Wuhun Palace, you may be older than Qian Daoliu, the old immortal. At least when Qian Daoliu and others were walking in the soul master world with the cultivation of Soul Sect, you were already

He is a soul emperor.

"You didn't have much fame at that time, you were just mediocre. If you hadn't achieved the title later, Wuhun Palace might not have bothered to record such an ordinary person.

"It was ordinary and uneventful for you to become a title holder. It wasn't until Wuhun Palace's Death God Douluo Walter came back seriously injured one day that Wuhun Palace realized that the obscure Spirit Puppet Douluo was not a simple person.

"According to what Walter said, he discovered that you were refining other people's souls with blood, so he took action against you. After all, this was an obvious act of an evil soul master.

"As a result, with Walter, a person whose reputation is second only to Qian Daoliu Tang Chen, you were successfully killed after paying the price of staying at ninety-four for the rest of his life.

"And you, can you tell me now how you came to life, how you became a Rakshasa priest, and how you came up with the idea of ​​inserting your son's soul into someone else's body?"

At this point, the spider spear behind Bibi Dong had already been stretched out in front of Emperor Lin's eyes, and the purple liquid on it was clearly visible. It was obvious that it was not something that was given to him to make him thirsty.

Emperor Lin closed his eyes and was silent for a while before opening his eyes again, with a bitter smile on his face.

"My talent as a soul master back then was not very good, I was only born with level three soul power, but my martial soul was very special, a red puppet.

"By coincidence, I discovered that my martial soul can absorb the souls of other creatures, thereby improving my soul power and cultivation.

"So I started to actively absorb the souls of animals and other people. Of course, I didn't dare to do it blatantly. I knew that this was the behavior of evil soul masters, and I knew how much the soul master world hated evil soul masters.

"I only dare to absorb the souls of some ordinary people who are about to die. Animals only dare to wander around in the wild to absorb souls, and they don't even dare to absorb souls on a large scale.

"Under this kind of caution, and with the fact that few people can detect my soul, I gradually reached the realm of being banned.

"Maybe after becoming a banned person, I got a little carried away. I was no longer as cautious as before and started to take action against the soul master.

"Then I was smelled by the dog nose of Wuhun Palace, and the ending was just like you said, I died, at least in front of the world.

"After being killed by Walter, my soul was chosen by my god and became a Rakshasa priest."

During this process, Bibi Dong said nothing. These were all things she had already guessed.

…

Every god who needs to inherit the divine throne has a high priest, so where does this high priest come from?

You don’t necessarily need to cultivate it yourself from beginning to end, it’s just the choice of some gods, and some choose one out of thin air.

For example, Lin Di, a Rakshasa priest, was suddenly hit like this.

Generally speaking, many gods have been trained by themselves since childhood. They are selected as candidates for the divine examination. If they are not talented enough, they can also be used as priests.

Unless you are really lazy, or something urgent happens, such as finding a divine examiner, but suddenly find that you still lack a priest, or...

"Are you still reluctant to give up this chess piece?

"Now that the Angel God has been resurrected, he has probably returned to the Spirit Hall, and there are some variables. Our original plan was basically ruined, and your chess piece is really useless."

It was still the God Realm that had been cut off a piece. In the Shura Temple, Shura got up and put on his clothes. He looked sideways at the Rakshasa on the bed and asked.

This is normal. The so-called gods are just relatively powerful beings in a sense, and they will naturally have the desires of ordinary beings.

Otherwise, where would there be so many couples?

A God who has no desires or demands, as a certain time-traveler said, probably does not exist in this world yet.

"After cultivating it for so long, how could you just give up?

The Rakshasa on the bed replied casually.

"Besides, she is not really useless. It can still be used to cause some trouble to Wuhun Palace.

"If your life is really in danger, you can just become my temporary body in the lower realm."

"The Angel God and the Blood God are not simple things." Shura sighed, turned around and looked at Rakshasa seriously.

The Rakshasa on the bed sneered disdainfully: "Tsk, if the two of them were in their prime, I would have turned around and left without saying a word, and if I touched them, I would be stupid.

"But the question is, could they be in their prime?

"One is a remnant soul that bounces around again for unknown reasons, and the other is a person who was crippled and needs to be reincarnated to be resurrected.

"That's it, I really don't take it seriously.

"Besides, aren't you reluctant to give up your container?"

"I don't give up on containers for another reason."

"There is a damn reason for a useless thing. In the final analysis, I still can't bear to let the previous investment go to waste."

"Forget it, whatever you say."

Shura looked at the disdainful Rakshasa, sighed, and was too lazy to argue with this crazy woman. He continued: "Don't forget the variables, the beacon was killed by the variables.

"Moreover, she has a close relationship with Wuhun Palace."

"Didn't you say that she was just a little girl who occasionally used special means?

"There's nothing to worry about. I don't believe she can use her special means this time."

Rakshasa still looked disdainful.

Shura didn't bother to say anything anymore and turned around to leave. Anyway, the Rakshasa was just possessing the lower realm, and he could escape and come back when he was deflated. There was no big danger, so let's just teach him a lesson.

He is now more worried about how to enhance the waste container. Once the opportunity to arrange the container is gone, it will really be an iron waste.

'But, how did the container learn to change the martial soul?'

(End of chapter)