Fanatic of Martial Tao

"You son of a bitch, how dare you plot against me? Go to hell." As soon as the door of the coffin room was opened, the angry voice of the emperor's red soul lion sounded directly.

As a demon God, he just wanted to work with Tang yuan to cheat some money, but he didn't expect to be plotted by this boy. He was beaten up and shut up in this "horrible" place for several months. He hated ye Bufan very much.

Unfortunately, as a prisoner, he can't even see ye Bufan's figure, let alone retaliate.

Originally, he planned to wait for death in the coffin room, but he didn't want the coffin room to suddenly open, and yebufan was right in front of him. He couldn't bear it or talk nonsense.

In an instant, he became angry.

Kill it!!

The speed of the red soul lion was very fast, and it came to yebufan in an instant. In a rage, it didn't notice the flying dragon around yebufan, or didn't care at all. It is a demon God. Who is it afraid of.

"Ha ha."

Looking at the red soul lion killed in a rage, yebufan smiled.

"Roll!!"

At this time, beside yebufan, the flying dragon suddenly shouted angrily, and the terrible breath instantly locked the emperor's red soul lion.

"Buzz!"

The body of the emperor's extreme red soul lion trembled fiercely, and a chill came, as if it had frozen its body in an instant, imprisoned it in mid air, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

"Demon, demon, demon Saint..."

The trembling voice sounded, and the body of the emperor's extreme red soul lion could not stop shivering.

"Ha ha."

Yebufan smiled.

The confused eyes of the flying dragon looked at the emperor Ji red soul lion, and then looked at Ye bu.

He did not expect that a demon God was imprisoned in yebufan's burial palace.

It seemed that he understood the curiosity in Feilong's eyes. Yebufan told him about the fraud of Huang Jichi soul lion and Tang yuan.

“……”

After hearing this, the flying dragon glanced at the red soul lion and couldn't help but draw at the corners of his mouth.

Demon gods of the demon clan and the divine martial arts realm of the human race, cooperate to defraud?

That's good enough.

"What you said was to kill him?" Then the Dragon took a look at yebufan.

The body of the red soul lion trembled.

Yebufan smiled and said, "this is a demon God. What a pity to kill."

"Well?"

The Dragon frowned, "what do you want to do?"

"Influence it."

"Feel... Melt it?"

Not only the flying dragon, but also the emperor's extremely red soul lion is extremely disordered. Is this boy sick?

"Ha ha."

Yebufan did not explain.

If there is no soul control technique, ye Bufan, the emperor's most red soul lion, will have no choice but to keep it closed or kill it directly. However, the soul control technique is completely different. Naturally, it is used for your own purposes.

From the moment when Huang Ji's red soul lion was imprisoned, its fate was doomed.

But at least it is a demon God. Yebufan had no way to take it before, but it is different now that there is a flying dragon. It is not a piece of cake for the demon saint to suppress the demon God.

In fact, yebufan had already forgotten the emperor's extremely red soul lion. If he hadn't let the ghost blood Feng send the demon God to sit in the seven kill station just now, he really couldn't remember.

"Uncle long, please suppress it." Immediately, yebufan looked at Feilong road.

"And then?"

Feilong couldn't help asking.

"You'll know in a minute?"

Yebufan made a mysterious smile.

Feilong doesn't ask any more questions.

To suppress a monster, the demon saint who has the blood of the Dragon doesn't need to take action. It's enough to suppress the blood only by breath.

Yebufan doesn't hesitate any more, but squats down directly to control the soul of Huangji red soul lion.

The United States said its name: influence.

With the suppression of the demon Saint flying dragon, Huang Ji's red soul lion did not dare to resist. Yebufan easily used the secret method to control its soul, even simpler than the ghost dragon in the previous state of serious soul control.

This is a demon God.

Think of yebufan and feel excited.

At first, he agreed with Tang Yuan that the time limit was one year. One year later, he released the red soul lion and Tang yuan to leave. Now the emperor's red soul lion is controlled by himself, and it is impossible to leave.

If the Red Army lion doesn't go, can Tang yuan go?

These two proper demon gods, now the strength of the seven kill station is absolutely the best in the battlefield, none of them.

"Master."

Although it was still suppressed by the flying dragon, after controlling the soul, the emperor extremely red soul lion still made his own voice.

"Master?"

The flying dragon was stunned.

"Uncle long, put away your authority." Yebufan road.

"This..."

The flying dragon was stunned and hesitated slightly, but he still put away his pressure and released the emperor's red soul lion. With him, Huangji red soul lion has no chance to fight.

However, the result was completely beyond his expectation. The emperor's red soul lion not only didn't take action, but also came to yebufan like a dog.

The flying dragon was in a mess.

You are a demon God, not a dog.

Immediately, he looked at yebufan and said in horror, "how did you do it?"

"Try to reform him."

Yebufan smiled.

“……”

The dragon's mouth is in a mess. I will influence you.

Yebufan put away his smile and said, "actually, I have a secret skill called soul control. Whoever is controlled by me, no matter who, no matter how strong, will be absolutely loyal to me and never betray."

"Soul control?"

The flying dragon trembled fiercely and said in a deep voice: "you can't use this secret skill on the fire."

Direct control of the soul?

This secret skill is horrible to the flying dragon.

It is not only him, but also for anyone. After all, with this secret skill, once defeated, the strong in the holy land will be doomed to surrender.

"Ann Ann Ann, Ben Shao never thought about controlling the soul of Huoer." Yebufan gave Feilong a reassuring look. The quota was limited. Ben Shaocai would not control his soul. A sparrow who only knew how to eat was still a loser.

"Hoo..."

Feilong was relieved.

However, his eyes looking at yebufan were covered with a different color.

First it was a semi artifact, and then it was such a terrible secret skill. The flying dragon didn't know what to say.

This nephew, really, really

"Uncle long, nephew, there is one more thing I need your help." Without waiting for Feilong to think, yebufan spoke again.

Feilong thought again: "what's the matter?"

"There is a bronze coffin inside." Yebufan points to the inner path of the coffin.

"Bronze coffin?"

The flying dragon was stunned.

"That's right."

Yebufan replied: "the bronze coffin was already here when I got to bury the heavenly palace. Unfortunately, I couldn't get close to it at all. I couldn't even bury the spirit of the heavenly palace."

"So, up to now, I don't know what is inside the bronze coffin."

"Uncle long is a strong man in the holy land. I want to ask Uncle long to try and see if I can find out."

Hearing the speech, the dragon's heart sank fiercely, and his face was shocked: "can't the spirit get close?"

The spirit of the instrument controls everything. In a semi artifact, there are still things that the spirit of the instrument can't detect?

"That's right."

Ye Bufan responds to his voice.

"I'll try."

Feilong said and went directly into the coffin room, followed by yebufan.

At first glance, the bronze coffin was still placed in the deepest part of the coffin room, seemingly very close, but very far away.

Flying dragon dodged and approached directly 30 meters away from the bronze coffin. Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of oppression hit him, forcing him to slow down and move forward with difficulty step by step.

Yebufan looks dignified. He thought he could easily get close to the bronze coffin with the strength of flying dragon, but he didn't want to

Immediately, yebufan reminded: "Uncle long, if you can't, don't force it."

The flying dragon did not respond and continued to move forward. Although the speed was very slow, the distance between him and the bronze coffin was approaching.

Twenty six meters, twenty-three meters, twenty-one meters

When the flying dragon was only 20 meters away from the bronze coffin, a cold sweat fell from his forehead, and the flying dragon felt a big mountain pressing on him.

It's hard to move!

But he still kept on going.

Eighteen meters, seventeen meters

Fifteen meters, the dragon's legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Uncle long, give up."

Seeing this scene, yebufan couldn't help shouting.

Obviously, with the strength of the flying dragon holy land, it is still unable to get close to the bronze coffin.

Yebufan was shocked, even more shocked.

Feilong ignored it.

Thirteen meters, limit.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the whole coffin room trembled violently, and yebufan said, "poof!" The Dragon spewed out his blood essence, and then fell back like a broken kite.

Yebufan was stunned and stupid.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the body of the flying dragon hit the wall far away from the bronze coffin.

"Poof!"

Then he took another mouthful of blood essence.

"Uncle long!"

Yebufan returns to his senses, and with a cry of surprise, he goes straight to the flying dragon.

"Bang!"

The Dragon fell off the wall and fell to the ground.

His body trembled and his face turned white.

His frightened eyes looked straight at the bronze coffin in the distance, and he said, "there are people in the coffin, alive."