Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 1100 Blood Goddess

"I promise you that my group will not accept missions to assassinate innocent people in the future, but I cannot guarantee that innocent people will not be killed. If there is no problem, the deal will be made." Satan Coulee said solemnly.

When Ning Caichen saw Satan Coulee's hesitation, she believed it a little.

"I hope you will keep your promise. Here it is." Ning Caichen took out the nine-turn soul-returning pill that had already been refined and handed it to Satan Guli.

"I, Satan Coulee, will do what I say, and I can definitely do it." Satan Coulee said seriously.

"Husband, I love you so much. I got a hundred drops of landscape liquid." Meng Ya said happily in Ning Caichen's eyebrows.

Ning Caichen's face was extremely ugly. It seemed that Quan Pujie would not keep his promise, so the golden liquid was not born.

"Caichen, I have a premonition that Quan Pujie is going to enter a historic site to hunt for treasure, and then we will wipe them all out." Niu Niu rolled out her bleeding smile.

Ning Caichen smiled, there are scorpions, not afraid of the second killer group, if they don't keep their promises, they don't mind destroying the second killer group when the time comes.

At this moment, Ning Caichen is full of confidence. As long as the godhead advances to the second level, there will be 1000 million seed soldiers with combat power at the golden core stage, and they will not be afraid of any forces.

The big Pharaoh rushed over, smiling all over his face, and said with a smile: "Are you satisfied with the exchange at Fangshi?"

"Not bad." Ning Caichen said with a smile.

"The saint is welcome! Please come with me!" said the Great Pharaoh with a smile.

Ning Caichen and the others flew with the Great Pharaoh.

Coming to a palace surrounded by a large garden, the scenery is beautiful, as if you have come to heaven.

Entering the luxurious palace, there are a group of beauties with their faces covered, but their hands are white, with a clean and elegant atmosphere, graceful and graceful, and each of them is particularly charming from the figure, like a group of non-food Like a fairy of fireworks in the world.

The beauties were divided into two factions and stood on both sides. There was a masked woman on the high throne, holding a cane, but seeing that the hands of the beauties were black, it meant they were black.

No need for introduction, I can guess that the one sitting on the throne is the saint.

The saintess gives people the impression that she is a particularly beautiful girl. If she is black, no matter how beautiful she is, she will not be there.

Covering her face makes people want to see her true face. Is she as beautiful as the saint in the myth?

"Mr. Ning, welcome to the Divine Cult!" The saint made a clear and sweet voice.

The voice is a little weak, which shows that the illness is serious, but it is impossible to judge what the illness is.

"It's an honor to come to your church, hello saint!" Ning Caichen said with a smile.

"I heard that Mr. Ning pays attention to fate in his treatment. I wonder if you are willing to help me treat it?" The saint got straight to the point, her voice revealing the breath of pain.

"Okay! Offended!" Ning Caichen said solemnly.

"It's okay, please go!" The saint was a little anxious, which showed how painful she was.

But from the tone of voice, it can be heard that the saint is not a treacherous person, but a simple girl isolated from the world, and also a fanatic, a fanatic who is completely devoted to the blood god.

Ning Caichen unfolded her spiritual sense and inspected the delicate body of the saint without fear.

The saint is black, and a very pure black.

But Ning Caichen was extremely shocked. The saint seemed to be a black rose, with regular features and a different kind of beauty.

Ning Caichen was surprised that black people would be so charming.

But the saintess glared at Ning Caichen with her beautiful eyes, Ning Caichen smiled awkwardly, and immediately checked the condition of the saintess.

Ning Caichen's face became more and more serious.

(End of this chapter)