Chapter 1942 Why Not Me?

"Of course you dare to kill me."

"But you won't do that now."

"Killing me won't do you any good, will it?"

Lin Fan put his hand on Qing Juexian and said.

"I'm free now."

"Why is there no benefit in killing you to take revenge?"

"You bastard, during this time, you have done all those shameless things to me."

"I could kill you a hundred times."

Jueqing Qingjue said in shame and anger at this moment.

The strength of the delicate hands became a little tighter.

"Some unpleasant things happened between us."

"But at that time, you were controlled by the evil master. You would not be willing to break away from the evil master through normal methods."

"So, I used some extraordinary means."

Lin Fan explained with a smile.

"You bastard."

Jueqing Qingjue squeezed Lin Fan's throat tightly, but she couldn't do it.

"To be fair, I haven't used any extraordinary means during this period of time, right?"

Lin Fan said again with a smile.

Jueqing Qingjue's hand slowly let go.

There was still shame and anger in his eyes.

However, she didn't have the slightest intention to kill Lin Fan.

"Why?"

Jueqingqing looked at Lin Fandao with no understanding.

"what why?"

Lin Fan asked back.

"Why should we lift the slave mark?"

"You should know that if you don't release the slave seal, you can always control me."

"Now, you have lifted my slave mark."

"I really could kill you."

"Do you really believe that I won't kill you?"

Jueqingqing asked without any explanation.

"that is because."

"We have cleared up all misunderstandings between each other."

"You know what I want."

Lin Fan said to Jueqing Qingjue again.

"Aren't you afraid that I will still be loyal to the evil lord?"

Qing Jue looked at Lin Fan and said again.

"Then I can only give you one more slave mark."

"And he will never let you go."

Lin Fan looked at Jueqing Qingjue playfully.

"I think you really want to die."

"If you want to die, I can help you."

Jueqing Qingjue bit her red lips and said coldly.

"Don't die so easily. Damn it."

"well."

"It's okay now, how about?"

Lin Fan gave Qing Jue a playful look.

Qing Jue glared at Lin Fan coldly.

However, her body is not as tough as her mouth.

Zhen Yuan on the side was a little dumbfounded.

What are you two doing?

One second he was about to start a fight, but in the blink of an eye he started chewing.

Just chew it up and treat her as transparent.

The daytime battle began.

He saw figures rising and falling in front of him.

I heard the strange voices of the two people.

Zhen Yuan blushed fiercely.

Although it was not the first time she saw the two of them like this in the past few days.

But every time, she was embarrassed.

Compared with Qing Jue, Zhen Yuan is more introverted and shy.

And Qing Jue is not only extroverted, but also extremely strong.

When she was with Lin Fan, Zhen Yuan would never dare to act as forcefully as Qing Jue.

Just like now.

The strong Qing Jue was sitting on Lin Fan's body.

I saw that the two of them had inexplicably gone from arguing and about to kill someone to a fight between two people like this.

Zhen Yuan doesn't want to stay here as a light bulb.

I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to be caught in the battle between the two by Lin Fan.

In the blink of an eye, it has become the past few days.

Fierce battles between three people often occur.

Another day of fierce fighting.

It was also because I stayed in the Dead Soul Temple for too long.

Lin Fan did not intend to continue to indulge in Zhen Yuan and Qing Jue.

The last day was enough.

I thought.

It will take a long time to select the new dead soul god of the Dead Soul Temple.

Lin Fan and the others felt that they could no longer see it.

But just when I wanted to leave.

There was a strange movement in the entire Dead Soul Temple.

At this moment.

Everyone's eyes were looking at the shadow in the sky.

That shadow was full of soul trembling and terrifying pressure.

Officially the previous owner of the Temple of Dead Souls, the God of Dead Souls.

"The Dead Soul Temple has a total of eighteen gods."

"Start now, select 360 people, people with lower god qualifications."

In the dimensional space of the temple assessment.

Tens of millions of people heard the voice of the former God of Dead Souls.

The moment this sound reached everyone's ears.

Everyone's faces showed excitement.

Those who obtain this kind of divine qualification mean that they have the opportunity to obtain the divinity of the God of the Temple.

This is a serious god.

Even if he is not qualified for the position of Lord God, for ordinary soul masters, it is still an unattainable expectation.

Purple light pillars appeared among the crowd of tens of millions of soul masters.

soon.

Three hundred and sixty people were enveloped in purple beams of light.

"The second class has obtained the qualification to inherit from a lower god."

"There are eight lower gods in total."

"It will be born from among the three hundred and sixty of you."

"Who can become these eight lower gods?"

"It depends on how well you have completed the inheritance assessment of your gods."

The shadow in the sky said again.

"One hundred and eighty people, those who have obtained the intermediate god qualification."

A voice appeared from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, one hundred and eighty people were covered in black light beams.

"Medium God Six."

"Everyone, please work hard."

The voice in the sky remained emotionless.

This is a soul clone left behind by the previous God of Dead Souls.

But after so many years, the independent consciousness of the soul clone completely disappeared.

Instead, they are just assessment examiners for inheritance.

"Higher God, four quotas."

"Qualification, ninety."

The shadow in the sky once again fluctuated with the power of the dead soul.

At this moment, the red light fell directly.

among these lights.

Several people in the family, 魑 Su, 鑑 Meng, 鑑 Mang.

Even the King's Tomb has a red light.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"I, King Zhao Ling, are indeed qualified to inherit the divine throne."

"As expected!"

At this moment, the Emperor's Tomb was filled with excitement.

"Lin Fan."

"You now have the power of God earlier than me."

"When I complete the inheritance of God, what will you use to fight me?"

"Take my woman and I want you to die."

King Zhao Ling said with a gloomy heart.

However, when this thought came into the mind of King Zhao Ling, he looked towards Lin Fan with murderous intent.

The red light above his head suddenly disappeared.

"What, what's going on?"

"I, didn't I get the place to inherit the divine throne?"

"Why has the light of the inheritance quota disappeared?"

King Zhao Ling asked loudly with puzzled eyes.

"The inherited aura is wrong."

"It should be the person next to you."

The voice from the sky replied.

"How could it be the King's Palace?"

"Why not me?"

King Zhao Ling shouted unwillingly.

King Zhao's Yuan is in Nan Zhao's house, but it can't compare to King Zhao's Tomb.

He has always been the defeated general of King Zhao Ling.

But come to think of it, it is King Zhao Yuan who is qualified to inherit the divine status, not King Zhao Tomb!