Divine Master Soaring The Heavens

"Don't kill him yet, I have something to do!"

Come to the sword, and see it in your mind.

When he saw that you'er's powerful attack on the level of consciousness was so destructive to the GUI nationality, his mind suddenly flashed.

If the attack at the level of consciousness is effective, I'm afraid that my own soul control skill, coupled with the consciousness intensity almost comparable to that of a monk's soul, can also play a role in this kind of scene.

"Now you give me control of your body."

Jian Wushuang can't wait to try his super strong consciousness and the effect of soul control.

"All right, but you'll lend me your body later."

Now that you have defeated Xuehe, you'er has no excuse to occupy the unique body of the sword any more. She reluctantly retreats and stands on the ground like a little girl in red.

"You're a ghost, too."

Zhong Chixia looks at you'er in surprise.

You'er snorted and said, "yes, yes, I'm also a ghost family. You can catch me if you have the ability, smelly Taoist."

Zhong Chixia face embarrassed, said: "people have good or bad, ghosts also have good or bad, you are a little brother's friend, I will not catch you."

"Blood River, are you convinced?"

The sword matchless walks to the blood River in front of, on the face peeps out light smile.

The blood River soul body is dim many, but the eyes are still fierce looking at the sword matchless way: "the person who defeated me is not you, what do you have to be proud of! Our ghost army will arrive soon. You guys are waiting to be dismembered! "

"Look me in the eye!"

Sword matchless suddenly a big shout.

Blood River subconsciously looked at the sword unparalleled eyes, saw from which flew out a very dark seed, instantly invaded his mind.

"No!"

Blood River screams, feeling a burst of trembling soul, thinking are being transformed.

A moment later, Xuehe opens his eyes again and looks incomparably complicated. He, the descendant of the thirteen ghost generals who followed the ghost king, is now a servant of a human race.

However, once you control your soul, you are absolutely loyal.

The blood River sighed in the heart and bowed to the sword: "master."

After all, you'er has long known that the sword has the skill of controlling the soul.

Zhong Chixia is full of shock, even let the blood river call the master, how does the sword matchless do it!

"Blood River, listen to your voice, it seems that the heart is very unwilling."

Sword matchless light a smile way.

Xuehe was silent for a moment. To tell you the truth, he was absolutely proud of being a ghost genius in this separated world. He never thought that he would become a servant of others, let alone a servant of his own clan.

No answer at the moment is undoubtedly a default.

"Xuehe, tell me all you know about the ghost king, about the thirteen ghost generals, about the boundary!" he said with a smile

"Yes, master!"

Two swords begin to answer questions one by one.

Under the stairs and in the main hall of the house.

That dark color light ball is bouncing and flying to the sword unparalleled, the sword unparalleled color remains unchanged, still holding a slight smile.

After the seeds of Qiyun lotus germinate, a feeling of being favored by Qiyun envelops the whole body, as if he is the son of destiny at this moment. Everything he does has its own heaven and earth protection, and he has no fear.

When the extreme Qi Movement condenses, it will produce a concrete image. A green bud will appear on the top of the sword.

I saw a green light from the tender bud, which directly penetrated into the unparalleled storage ring of the sword.

"Shua."

One thing flew out of the storage ring in an instant and unfolded in the wind.

This is a portrait. On the portrait, there is a gorgeous woman. Her clothes are flying, as if the goddess of heaven had fallen into the world of mortals.

Such a beautiful woman has a sad look, which makes people feel sad.

At this moment, the blue light flies into the portrait and points in the eyes of the peerless beauty.

After the release of a green light, the original germination of the seeds withered down again, the green buds drooped down and became depressed.

At the same time, as if the finishing touch, the portrait shine.

There is a faint sigh in the portrait, which seems to have gone through thousands of years, experienced several reincarnations, as if waking up, the vicissitudes of life, the changes of personnel, and the change of things and people.

The next moment, the woman, with her jade feet outstretched, walked down from the portrait.

And the dark light ball was pushed back by the soft sigh

"Sister, are you a fairy?"

The sword matchless stupidly asks a way.

From the perspective of the portrait, I feel that it is not like a woman in the world. Now when the real person stepped down from the portrait, he found that the real person is 100 times, 1000 times better than the portrait!Not only to describe her appearance, but also to describe her temperament as if she were a goddess, which is unparalleled in sword.

"Did you wake me up?"

TANKOU, a woman of the world, opens her eyes and looks at the sword. She says in a soft voice.

Sword matchless dull nod.

"I'm a homeless man. I'm not happy to live. Why don't I sleep forever in the painting?"

The woman said that she was in tears. She looked sad. When she saw the stone, she would feel sad.

It seems that I feel the same way with her. Jian Wushuang is also very sad in her heart. She says, "let's go back to the painting. I'm to blame. I woke her up."

He knew very well that if Qi Yun led to this portrait woman, she would be able to save herself from this crisis.

But I can't bear to see the woman so sad. If the painting is a carefree place, let her continue to sleep there.

The sword is matchless and clear. If the woman leaves, he will die.

But even if it is to pay their own lives, do not want to see the woman so sad.

"You are a good boy, I will go back to sleep, but before that, I will help you solve your danger."

Qingshi woman said gently.

"Sister, don't talk to me so gently."

Sword matchless dull way, "you will let my brain stop working, always forget to think."

The woman shakes her head and smiles. She turns her eyes and looks at the ghost king in ink.

"Who are you?"

The ghost King's eyes vibrated. How powerful she was, she couldn't see through and touch this woman.

The woman sighed and said, "I'm just a poor homeless man. Since I woke up with difficulty, I'd better do something. You are full of ghost and evil spirit. You must have committed many murders. Do you know how many families that used to be safe and happy are all gone because of senseless fighting? I can't leave you to continue to do harm to all living beings and rebuild the cause of crime. I hate killing evils, so I won't kill you. I'll leave you a lesson. I hope you can do it yourself in the future! "

A golden light spot flew out of her hand and directly embedded into the eyebrow of the ghost king.