The Charm of Soul Pets

“Come here, I'll treat you.” The rain remembered the spell and used the deity dew to heal the burning of the soul and body for Chu Twilight.

The flames of Chu Twilight's brain gradually faded, some wearily sitting on the steps.

Throughout that time, the flames in his body once again gushed out uncontrollably, not white or black, but red flames on Red Tuesday, like being transformed into Red Demons.

The rainy hand slipped over the cracked skin of Chu Twilight and wet flower dew dripped onto the skin, slowly healing Chu Twilight's skin.

“How many more shares?” Chu Twilight exhaled and asked.

“About half.” Rain replied.

“Then go on.” Chu Twilight said.

Outside the temple, the power of destruction is coming from time to time, and no one knows who will win this battle between man and the Temple of Heaven, compared to the human leaders who have already fought with the people of the Temple of Watch in the Temple of Heaven.

But one thing is for sure, there is no immortal strong man, who fights Heavenly Palace entirely with an egg strike stone.

“You can't take it anymore.” Said the rain.

“I can.” Chu Twilight said seriously.

“What? I said no, I said no!” The rain said angrily.

Chu Twilight stunned and looked at the sudden, furious rain for a while...

“Take a break, and I will scatter your father's tablets into my flowers of good and evil.” The rain softened the tone and said to Chu Twilight.

Chu Twilight nodded and said, “Then I'm outside. Call me when you're ready. ”

“Mmm.”

Chu Twilight walked down the stairs and out of the temple.

Where he walked, a row of red flame footprints stayed there...

……

Chu Twilight glanced at the city with a cold wind.

Destructive lights flashed everywhere in Heaven City, and a tall building was destroyed in battle between human leaders, the Legion of Humanity and the Palace of Heaven.

A moment ago, it was a complete city, but now it looks completely non-existent, coupled with the dark clouds covered by black pressure, giving people a feeling of repression to breathe.

Chu Twilight was not involved in the fight because he had more important things to do.

He jumped onto the dome of the Di Sanctuary, where the dome was high and pointy, and sat on top of it, Chu Twilight could see the beams of death that blossomed among the immortal powerful, brilliant and terrible destruction.

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Mo Evil shouted on Chu Twilight's shoulder, looking very worried about Chu Twilight.

Chu Twilight put his arms in front of his chest. Don't you dare jump into Chu Twilight's arms and look up at Chu Twilight's eyes.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Chu Twilight was losing consciousness, looking at the sky full of destructive energy, feeling Mo Evil's slippery itchy little tongue, then Chu Twilight returned to God.

“I don't blame you, your mutation should be to the limit. ”

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

Eclipse, ancient people, monumental cryers, these suddenly pressed over, really made Chu Twilight feel a sense of powerlessness.

“We walked out of an island like that, and we never thought we'd get to that altitude, did we?” Chu Twilight rubbed her furry ears.

Mo Evil nodded his head, half squinting his eyes, and enjoyed the touch of Chu Twilight.

In fact, it doesn't care what level of strength it reaches for Mo Evil. It's belligerent, it sleeps, but it prefers to stay with Chu.

When the crisis came down, it felt the kind of powerlessness that Chu Twilight felt, and it wanted to be able to do something for Chu Twilight.

However, it doesn't know what happened to it. The blood of mutations that always boiled at critical times is now like dead water. Over the years, it has shown no signs of racial mutation...

Is it really the last mutation?

Mo Evil doesn't care how many times he has mutated. He cares if he can stand up for Chu Twilight when he needs his strength most.

The threat of the ancient people was that when Chu Twilight needed power most, Mo Evil tried several times to turn his own blood, but there was only a moment of difficulty.

It doesn't know what's going on with it, Tin Long, War, Dead Dreams. They can at least fight the Guards of Heavenly Palace for Chu Twilight, and it can't do anything but lie on Chu Twilight's shoulder.

When Chu Twilight wildly absorbed Red Tuesday energy, he saw that Chu Twilight was in so much pain but still insisted. Don't be so distressed...

“It's okay, it's okay.” Chu Twilight comforted it.

How could Chu Twilight blame Mo for not changing for so many years? For Chu Twilight, the greatest gift of heaven is to give Himself the evil.

When you can barely be a soul spoiler, the presence of evil makes you see hope. He was able to cross every level continuously, largely because the evil mutation was leading.

When he became demonic, Chu Twilight would feel confused, precisely because his heart was missing a serious piece. Without this connection, Chu Twilight would still be immersed in the demonic killing, and he would not go to the human world to find himself.

In Vientiane, in the face of the mighty Queen of Good and Evil, Chu Twilight needed to recover his dignity, Mo Evil's mutation made everything reverse...

Chu Twilight clearly knew that if there was no evil in his cultivation journey, he would either be submerged in the sea of cultivators, or he would have died in an unknown corner. He would not have fulfilled his dreams of soul petition and had his loved ones, relatives and friends as he is now.

In practice, Chu Twilight worked very hard, never relaxed.

But there are things that are not just hard work and hard work going in one direction. In the past, it was difficult to get past. The unholy mutation could allow it to cross over, or, in other words, the unholy one, whose strength could be increased indefinitely, would give Chu Twilight a comfort.

This time, Chu Twilight knew that Mo's mutation was really at its limit.

Mo Evil has helped himself to cross many and many ways. This way, we really need Chu Twilight to cross directly...

So, even if the energy of Red Tuesday is too hot and overwhelming, Chu Twilight bites his teeth and persists, which is really the last hope.

“Woo-hoo ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

Mo Evil's eyelids have become heavy.

It started sleeping again, not knowing when, its tiredness became so intense that it always went to sleep somehow, not knowing how long it would sleep.

“Go to sleep, go to sleep, when you wake up, maybe this will all dissolve, you can continue to eat the small snacks made for you by leaves leaves leaping, you can have the same opponent as your flag drum..." Chu Twilight touched Mo's clean hair.

Don't want to sleep, he bites his tongue and wants to wake himself up, but his eyes are so heavy that he can't open his eyes.

“It's okay, go to sleep.” Chu Twilight lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Mo Evil has begun to abhor his own troubles. He fought with all kinds of methods and obsessed demons. However, Chu Twilight's gentle kiss made all his fighting spirit disappear all of a sudden. He closed his eyes in confusion and went to sleep comfortably and enjoyably.

After a conversation with Mo Evil, Chu Twilight's mood also recovered a lot.

Not for the sake of others, not even for the sake of evil, but for the sake of the end of this solar eclipse.

Looking up at the whole city full of destructive energy, his eyes were not as frustrated and lost as they had been before.

There's no end to it.

Isn't there still Red Tuesday energy? As long as he bears the remaining half of the flame, he or the rain will likely cross into a higher realm.

Chu Twilight's breathing gradually evened, and the red flame burning on his body gradually stopped being so agitated...

The dark world, the sparkling ruins of electric light, fire, blood, the glory of death everywhere, the power storm where the soul pet collides with the soul pet...

In the center of the city, on the dome of the isolated Temple of the Sanctuary, the man with the flame of red demons sat alone high, holding a beautiful demonic fox sleeping in his arms...

In Chu Twilight's life drip, I don't know how many times like now, a fox, a man, a lonely interdependence.

This dependence has not changed in the face of thousands of armies, in the face of unbeatable and powerful enemies, or in the face of a chaotic world as it is today.

And no change!

……

“Hoo-hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo."

The red flame flies maniacally, gushing from Chu Twilight's skin, from Chu Twilight's eyes, from Chu Twilight's mouth.

The turbidity of these flames is leaving Chu Twilight's body. You can see that the flames that follow Chu Twilight's skin are no longer red, but the original black and silver colors!

This is the original flame of Chu Twilight!

However, it seems to be different from the original flame, be it black or white, this flame smells a lot more dominant than the original flame!!

This is the power of Red Tuesday!!

Chu Twilight had thought that these energies would cause extreme rejection of his body and could not be integrated with them at all, but at the moment of his change of heart, these Red Tuesday energies were incorporated into his soul and absorbed by the flames of his own origin!

Chu Twilight was delighted when the uncontrolled flames were rekindled and the power was significantly enhanced!

True, Red Tuesday is the purest power in the world, Chu Twilight's strength has been stuck at the peak of immortality, no matter what fairy can be used to make a slight improvement, including all the warmth of Ningman, but after just absorbing more than 50 good and evil flowers, his strength has actually improved!!

(Chapter 2 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I have been sleepless for more than half a month... often I climb up and write in the middle of the night, then write hundreds of words, get up and write during the day, and write hundreds of words only. Update issues and time issues are completely disruptive and cannot be adjusted. But I'll do my best to write the last passage of two years of charm.