Gao Wu: Returning from the Tomb of Gods, I am invincible!

"Ok?"

"Please take me with you."

Li Mu suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly.

A trace of impatience flashed between his eyebrows.

"That's our only request."

"Please take me with you."

"From now on, I am yours."

"Or maybe it's an object."

"Whatever it is."

Qingyue lowered her head deeply.

The silver ornaments on her head hang down.

There was a crisp sound when they collided with each other.

At the same time, the strings of silver ornaments also covered most of Qingyue's face that was once as white as jade.

The face that was occasionally exposed was no longer as white as it once was.

But red.

She bit her lip, trying to hide her expression of unwillingness and grief.

Li Mu looked at her calmly.

He looked at the girl in front of him who lowered her head in front of him.

The color of his eyes was as cold as the water of a cold pond.

This scene.

The tall and straight figure of a young man.

And the girl's hanging head.

The people on the side were not only stunned.

This is a saint.

The saint of the Witch God Cult.

The Five Saints Sect has only chosen one saint in every dynasty.

The status of saints is not only transcendent in the Wiccan Cult.

Even in the entire South Vietnam region, its status is equally transcendent.

Although he is not strong, even King Wu still needs to maintain basic respect.

This is not just because of the reputation of the Witch God Cult.

It's because of faith.

in South Vietnam.

In the environment where he grew up.

No matter what, you have to believe in some "witch gods".

The saint girl represents the messenger of the "Witch God" walking in the world!

After a brief period of sluggishness.

Sun Xiu's eyes were already blood red.

About to rush up.

That is the goddess in his mind!

Fortunately, Guo Kaishi hugged Sun Xiu quickly.

Covered his mouth again.

Stopped his suicide attempt.

But Li Mu still noticed.

However, he just glanced calmly and then looked away.

"Bring me a message to the person behind you."

"I don't like the way it works."

The voice just fell.

Li Mu's figure instantly disappeared without a trace.

After a while, Qingyue slowly raised her head.

In front of you, even within sight.

There is no trace of that figure at all.

Disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

This made Qingyue slightly startled.

There was obviously some shock and disbelief.

I was actually...rejected?

Admittedly, Qingyue was not willing to do this.

But she had no right to refuse.

But now, he is rejected.

Except for secretly sighing with relief.

But I still can't help but have some self-doubt.

Her halo in South Vietnam is too strong.

Such a strong sense of gap made it difficult for her to accept it for a while.

"Saint..."

After a while, Qian Yunhu came over and asked cautiously.

as of now.

He still doesn't understand that he is being used.

Originally, when Zhou Lie found him, he was a little hesitant and suspicious.

He doesn't trust Zhou Lie.

If it is really a special species, he is also afraid that the special species will do something evil after it gets hold of Zhou Lie.

But at that time, Zhou Lie used the excuse that the saint wanted to be with him to invite Qian Yunhu and his party.

It can be said that if it wasn't for Qingyue, Qian Yunhu and the others would most likely not have come here.

Not all of those dozen warriors will be buried here.

But what can I do.

He and his brothers were just pawns in the game between the two great gods, the Witch God and the Barbarian Witch.

He had guessed everything.

But, so what if you know?

Who can he go to for revenge?

Barbaric witchcraft?

Or should he go to the Martial God Sect for an explanation?

Don't be naive.

Qian Yunhu has long passed the age of innocence.

King Wu.

It is already extraordinary.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he is already a powerful figure.

He is a man strong enough to dominate one side!

but,

When faced with a behemoth like the Barbarian Witch Yu Witch God that almost dominates an area.

Still nothing.

At best, it's a larger ant.

Maybe the Witch God Church will provide some compensation out of humanitarianism.

But what's the use of more compensation.

People cannot be resurrected from the dead.

Those people are already old people who have been with the Qian brothers for more than ten years.

Among them are many dead brothers who have known each other for many years.

But now he can't do anything.

This made him feel sad.

For the first time, he was shaken by his faith.

"My God, the Witch God, is this the punishment for not having strong faith..."

And for Qingyue.

This seemingly harmless girl is even filled with a holy and holy aura.

He couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive and even frightened towards her.

Fearless.

If you know it, you will fear it.

"fine."

After a while, Qingyue gathered her emotions and responded.

"Then we..."

"Uncle Qian, I'm really sorry for hurting them this time..."

Qingyue nodded and apologized.

"it's okay no problem."

Qian Yunhu said quickly:

"When you go out, your life and death are determined by your fate, and wealth is in the sky. And... we are responsible for this, and we want to make a fortune."

But he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

So many people died.

It turned out to be just a light apology.

And I'm afraid only she herself knows how much sincerity there is.

On the other side, Qian Longteng looked gloomy.

If it weren't for his brother's advice, he would have rushed up to question him.

What the hell is going on with all this.

Why are the people from the Barbarian Witch Cult so prepared?

Who is that young man!

Dead brother, who should bear this debt?

Qian Yunhu asked carefully: "Saint, what should we do now..."

"Go back first..."

Suddenly, a look of confusion flashed in Qingyue's eyes.

Immediately, his eyes lost focus.

Qian Yunhu called a few times tentatively.

But all received no response.

At this time, Qingyue's eyes completely lost focus.

There is no sparkle in it.

But in those absent-minded eyes.

But there were mysterious reflections flashing past.

Qian Yunhu was suddenly shocked.

He quickly took a few steps back.

He thought of a legend.

The saint is the incarnation of the shaman god walking on earth.

The Saint can directly receive the oracle from the Witch God!

And actually.

For the people in South Vietnam.

Even a Martial King like Qian Yunhu.

Dou had always thought that the Witch God was just a clay statue.

Does He exist or not?

Even people of faith are not sure.

At least, no one has ever seen a witch god.

I only hear its name, but don't see its form.

And just a moment later.

Qingyue's eyes suddenly regained their clarity.

Moreover, the color in his eyes has become sharper.

"Saint..."

"Don't go back yet, follow me to Hailong City and set off immediately!"

"But their bones haven't been..."

"Life and death are fateful, you said it yourself."

Qingyue turned to look at Qian Yunhu.

They are completely different from before.

There was indifference in his eyes:

"They are already dead, and no matter what you do, you can't change that ending."

"There's no need to waste time on this."

"This is the will of the Witch God!"