Twelve tears.
Two of the tears tracked the direction in which Jun Weihe escaped.
The other ten tears followed the direction the carriage was heading.
When Jun Weihe left the city, he used the escape method of the demon clan. He did not dare to run towards Lan Zhi because if he was too close to Lan Zhi, his magic skills would be suppressed instantly, which would affect his escape speed. Therefore, he could only run in another direction, leave the territory of Daxu Kingdom first, and then meet up with Lan Zhi.
However, after Jun Weihe ran out of the Great Xu Kingdom, his body suddenly stiffened, and two drops of tears seeped into his body from the back of his heart. His originally boiling blood suddenly turned cold. The alternation of hot and cold put his blood vessels at risk of rupture, and his heart stopped for a moment.
"Ha..." A dangerous smile appeared on Jun Weihe's lips. Far from being afraid, he was eager to try. "Is this... marked by a false god?"
There has never been a real God in this world!
The true God should be addressed as “Him,” while the false Gods are nothing more than a group of spiritual masters who have practiced special techniques.
"False God... have a taste of the inner demon!" Jun Weihe stabbed his heart with a long needle in his backhand. The long needle was quickly dyed purple. The blood in Jun Weihe's body returned to normal human temperature, but his body surface was burning with blazing demonic flames. The demonic flames forced out two drops of tears, but the two drops of tears were not evaporated. Instead, they lingered outside the demonic flames, ready to drill into Jun Weihe's body again at any time.
Jun Weihe's face turned pale. He pulled out a long needle and pierced the two tears directly with it.
The originally slightly gray tears were dyed light purple. They trembled slightly as if they had life, and then the two drops of tears disappeared.
There were dots of purple in the eyes of one of Saint Fei Ku's clones in the territory of Da Xu.
The purple color seemed to be contagious. In just one second, the eyes of the six clones were all dyed purple.
On a high mountain tens of thousands of miles away, lived the real body of Saint Fei Ku. When the real body opened his eyes, there was a faint purple in the bottom of his eyes.
"Demon... Purple Blood Royal Family..."
Sheng Feiku's eyes had turned gray-purple.
The ancestor of the Purple Blood Royal Family was also a "god".
It’s just that this “god” is the most special one among all the “gods”.
Ordinary "gods" need to develop believers to strengthen themselves.
The purple-blooded ancestor, however, does not need believers.
He only needs to reproduce to become stronger, and is an outlier among the "gods".
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