Poison Concubine Counterattack: Peak Summoner

Chapter 480
Tu Linglong talked to herself a series of times, which made the remaining saint tremble.

What did he hear?What does the saint mean?Why tell these secret things in front of him?

It was terrible, and he had a feeling of foreboding.

At this moment, Tu Linglong looked at him, and pulled the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

The saint immediately shuddered, kneeling on the ground with weak legs: "My lord, I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything!"

Tu Linglong raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Do you think that after hearing these things you shouldn't have heard, your life is about to die?"

After a word hit the saint's mind, Tu Linglong shook her head: "Idiot, I spent so much effort to pull you back from the other side, how could I kill you again?"

Hearing these words, the saint's heart fell to the ground instantly.

What the Holy Maiden said was right, since the technique of bringing the dead back to life was so labor-intensive, and the Holy Maiden worked so hard to resurrect herself, there was no need to kill him again, he really thought too much.

Taking a deep breath, the saint instantly felt relieved.

After being frightened, he lay down on the ground exhausted, once again feeling the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

However, when he put down his guard, Tu Linglong had already silently sang.

With two swishing sounds, two streams of mud burst out from beside the saint, like two earthen graves, firmly subduing the saint to the ground.

Then, she chanted again, and the bright red magic wand of the other shore flower condensed a large amount of magic power of the earth element, and the bridge connecting the two banks appeared in the sky again!
A black vortex appeared, and a translucent soul gradually crawled out...

"Master Saint! What are you doing!" The saint's face was pale, and he was caught in the mud, looking at Tu Linglong in horror.

That's not the same as saying yes!Why did the saint change her mind again!

"I didn't say I wouldn't kill you, nor did I say I wouldn't borrow your body?" Tu Linglong's magic had been completely cast, and her pale baby face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, but her smile was extraordinarily warm, "The little girl is right. Without a body, it's true that you can't bring the dead back to life. However, you don't have to have the original body!"

The saint suddenly understood that the saint wanted to use her body to revive He Xue's brother!

"Why me! Why!" He cried unwillingly, with despair and fear in his heart.

"Hehe, idiot, don't you know how easy it is to snatch the body of a person who has just been resurrected from the dead? And your frail and frightened soul will also become an excellent nourishment for the mourning soul!"

nourishment?Sorrowful soul?The saint has become more and more incomprehensible, and these things have exceeded his comprehension, but even if he cannot understand, he is still terrified from the bottom of his heart.

Unfortunately, while Tu Linglong was speaking, the transparent soul body had already slowly crossed the bridge.

The appearance of that soul body is indeed the original He Ming, but compared with the soul body of the saint just now, the appearance of He Ming's soul body is quite strange.

The translucent soul body is dark red, and the limbs and joints are full of strange jagged joints, and some places are not even connected, and they are connected together crookedly.

Especially on his head, there is an obvious dislocation, with a crooked nose and slanted eyes, which is very weird, as if it was cut open horizontally by someone, and then reconnected indiscriminately.

He Ming's soul body was like a piece of crumpled rag that had been mended, following Tu Linglong's guidance, it got into the saint's body.

When the red light entered his body, the saint suddenly screamed in pain, his soul was being crazily eaten away by the foreign soul body!
Tu Linglong nodded in satisfaction: "Hehe, how can the successor of the blood sacrifice magic have a normal soul body? However, this is exactly what this deity needs."

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something, cast a spell, and scratched the saint's face madly with a few soil thorns.

"As for the appearance, it's fine if you don't recognize it."

The shrill screams echoed throughout the ruins. A group of saints who had been far away were running in a dark and gloomy forest at this moment, and all of them trembled inexplicably.

When He Xue vaguely heard that voice, he felt even more horrified.

Her heart was once again confused, should her brother be resurrected?What should she do?
At this moment, He Xue felt a heat on her wrist, it was clearly someone using a special technique of blood sacrifice magic to try to contact her.

He Xue's expression brightened instantly.

In the whole world, apart from the He family, only sister Zixi can use blood sacrifice magic!
In the previous year, she couldn't get in touch with Sister Zixi, but now the other party took the initiative to contact her. Could it be that Sister Zixi has returned to the Silver Moon Empire?
He Xue couldn't help being happy, but in a flash, she suppressed the excitement in her heart, frowned and looked at her side.

At this moment, all the saints are surrounding her, if she suddenly talks to Zixi, it will definitely put sister Zixi in danger!

However, if the contact is cut off, this method of contact will consume something related to the contact person every time. What if Sister Zixi can't find a suitable thing to contact her?
He Xue looked anxious, but at this moment, he saw a little light in front of him.

He Xue's eyes lit up, and at the moment when the blood sacrifice magic was connected, she suddenly turned her head and looked at the saint beside her: "Brother Saint, it's so dark here, are we lost?"

The saint looked indifferent, and scolded bluntly: "Little girl! Are you blind? In front of you is the Nanjiao post house. The lights are so bright, how can you get lost?"

These few people still remember that they were almost killed by Tu Linglong just because He Xue wanted to experience the technique of bringing the dead back to life.

Their servile inertia prevented them from resisting and hating Tu Linglong, but they turned their anger on He Xue.

"The post house? Aren't we going to the sanctuary shrine?" After all, he was imprisoned by the sanctuary, and He Xue knew very well that the strongholds of the sanctuary forces were in the shrines of every city.

"The whereabouts of the saintess must be kept secret, and of course you cannot live in the sanctuary shrine."

As soon as the saint finished speaking, a person next to him slapped him hard: "Idiot! Why are you telling her this!"

"A child, what's the matter?"

"Children? Have you ever seen such a harmful child? What is the purpose of the saint to kill people? Isn't it just to show this girl how to bring the dead back to life!"

"Shut up! Who told the Holy Maiden to keep her useful, you all have to be quiet!"

"I think so, so as not to be blamed by the saint."

Several saints complained to each other angrily, finally fell silent, gave He Xue a hard look, and went to the post house.

At this time, the connection with the blood sacrifice magic was also interrupted.

Zi Xi, who was manipulating the blood sacrifice magic circle in the sanctuary shrine, heard all this.

In her hand, she found only one of He Xue's personal belongings, and there was no way to make a second contact. Fortunately, He Xue was resourceful enough to think of using such a conversation to remind herself.

(End of this chapter)