Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 85—Buying a Saintess with Money?!

Not long after Qian Renxue left, Qian Lingyun gently placed her hands on the heads of the two corpses and began to mutter something in broken, incomprehensible language, but a strange light began to appear on her body.

A gray light swirled between her eyes, and her hands gradually became shrouded in a hazy gray glow. The gray light silently seeped into the heads of the Zhongli brothers' corpses.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The Zhongli brothers, who had already died suddenly and whose bodies were somewhat mutilated, began to tremble slightly.

Before long, he stumbled and scrambled to his feet.

However, their once bright eyes were now burning with a gray-blue soul fire, and those lifeless gray-blue flames exuded a sinister and terrifying aura.

"Take up your staffs. From this moment on, you will be my assistant lich." Qian Lingyun's words were somewhat sinister, yet strangely magnetic. The Zhongli brothers beside her picked up their staffs, nodded stiffly, and then walked one after the other into the gate of the dead.

The Zhongli brothers had barely stepped into the gates of the dead for half a minute when Qian Renxue arrived carrying Zhongli Tian's corpse. She casually tucked Zhongli Tian's staff into her waistband.

Qian Renxue casually tossed Zhong Litian to the ground, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands with some disgust, and looked at Qian Lingyun with great curiosity.

Qian Lingyun made no attempt to conceal her abilities. She raised her right hand and gently tapped Zhong Litian's forehead with her index finger. Zhong Litian's body trembled violently, and his eyeballs instantly turned into dancing gray flames.

At Qian Lingyun's command, it picked up the staff hanging at its waist and slowly walked into the gate of the dead, one step at a time.

"You rest first, I'll keep watch for you," Qian Renxue leaned against an ancient tree, casually picked a flower, counted it while idly pinching off the petals. Qian Lingyun nodded, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and began to recover her soul power.

Half-asleep, Qian Lingyun vaguely sensed three powerful evil energies approaching her. She suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze piercing straight towards the distant horizon.

A large patch of dark clouds was drifting toward them at an alarming speed, and it was still expanding, giving the impression that dark clouds were about to press down on the city and destroy it.

The thick, dark cloud moved faster and faster, and its immense size became increasingly apparent as it drew closer. The black cloud gradually coalesced in the air, transforming into a gigantic gray phoenix, beside which stood a large tiger's head and a black raven.

"My God, this time they're all Title Douluo! You should go first!" Qian Lingyun got up and went over to Qian Renxue, giving her a big hug and kissing her cheek before forcefully pushing her towards the bushes behind her.

"Silly girl, take care!"

Qian Renxue was not a pedantic or coy person. Given the current situation, separation was imminent. If she remained here, it would be extremely bad.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue bit her lower lip, suppressing her reluctance, and fled into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Less than half a cup of tea's time after Qian Renxue left, Qian Lingyun pulled at her cheeks, feigning an aloof demeanor, and flew towards the dark cloud with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in hand.

Above the sky, from three different shaped dark clouds, three people emerged: two men and one woman.

In the very center was a sexy woman dressed in black and wearing a mask. Wherever she walked, there was a chilling coldness, and even the air seemed to freeze!

If Qian Lingyun wasn't mistaken, this woman was the vice leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, named Feng Ling, whose martial soul was the Evil Phoenix. She was a level 97 Title Douluo with the title: Evil Phoenix!

Although she was dressed in loose black clothes, she still couldn't hide her beautiful figure.

At this moment, she was standing in the main seat, curiously observing Qian Lingyun.

The Evil Douluo to Feng Ling's right was a man in black completely covered by a cloak, making it impossible to see his face; he was like a black cloud.

This person's name is Wuyun, and his title is Crow.

He is one of the powerful figures in the Holy Spirit Cult's Hall of Worship, but not one of the eight elders of the Holy Spirit Cult. His strength is also extremely formidable, ranking him among the top in the Holy Spirit Cult's Hall of Worship.

As for the one on the left, he is thin, with one eyebrow higher than the other, and a large "king" character on his forehead. If nothing unexpected happens, this guy should be the Scorpion Tiger Douluo.

"Who are you?" Qian Lingyun coldly stared at the three people while carrying the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. She was not afraid of the fact that there were two Super Douluo and one Title Douluo among them. In fact, she was even a little excited.

Feng Ling remained completely unmoved by Qian Lingyun's aloof and cold attitude, and said gently, "Who we are is not important. What is important is that we are here for you."

"For me?" Qian Lingyun feigned surprise, staring at the three of them with a suspicious look in her eyes.

"Yes, because we are the same kind."

As she spoke, a chilling aura instantly rose from her.

A gray-blue halo instantly spread behind her, followed by an extremely sharp shriek. The gray-blue light instantly rose into the sky, condensing into the shape of a phoenix. Its chillingly evil aura rapidly turned the sky above into a gray-blue expanse.

The overwhelming evil aura resonated even slightly with Qian Lingyun's martial soul, but unfortunately, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Qian Lingyun's hand emitted an angry hiss at this moment.

It seemed that Feng Ling's actions were a show of defiance against it. In order to cooperate with the resistance of the Rakshasa Scythe, a dark purple phantom of a fallen angel also condensed behind Qian Lingyun.

With a wave of his hand, the fierce aura of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tore open the gray-blue sky, and the domineering evil energy swept towards Feng Ling and the other two. The pressure from their martial souls made the three of them exchange glances, and smiles appeared on their faces without any attempt to hide them.

At this moment, Feng Ling's voice remained gentle, but it also carried a hint of urgency. "Look, we are the same kind of people. Join us, and you will have everything."

"Oh! Is that so?" Qian Lingyun sneered, tossing out three identity tokens and remarking, "Looks like... you're from the Holy Spirit Cult too! I'm sorry, I just killed three of you Soul Douluos. You won't make things difficult for me because of them, will you?"

"How could that be! How could we possibly make things difficult for you because of three Soul Douluos! It doesn't take long to train a Soul Douluo, but a genius like you is a once-in-a-millennium talent!"

As he spoke, Scorpion Tiger Douluo opened his arms and actually bowed to Qian Lingyun.

From the moment the Rakshasa Demon Scythe tore open the gray-blue sky, his gaze was fixed solely on Qian Lingyun. He sighed deeply and proclaimed, "Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, has come to welcome the Rakshasa Saintess back to her position."

"Crow Douluo Wuyun, respectfully welcomes the Holy Maiden Rakshasa back to her position!" Crow Douluo followed suit and bowed.

"..." Qian Lingyun frowned and thought for a moment, then turned her gaze to Feng Ling and said, "I have no objection to returning to my position, but let's talk about the treatment of a Holy Maiden!"

"Huh? Treatment?" Feng Ling was slightly taken aback and asked, puzzled, "What kind of treatment?"

(End of this chapter)