Great Creator

There is a mountain range in the Aura World, which is more than 10,000 kilometers away from the Lost Temple.

Huang Si's soul passed through the balancer and then extended. It would have been impossible to reach this far.

But just now his family was about to be bullied, and Huang Si was in a hurry and thought of a good way.

The book of creation is part of him, and he can switch the soul directly to the book as the body.

So just put your body in a safe place on the side of the green world, then put the book in the rose garden, switch over, and then you can temporarily use the book of creation as the core position of the soul and extend it.

Without a balancer as an intermediate channel, the mental force field can be extended to the limit, 20,000 kilometers.

Huang Si came to the scene, caught the unsightly Sanxian, and smashed him dozens of times to show punishment.

Dare to bully his family members, tired of life.

After Yaori finished apologizing, he got up from the ground and stood aside.

He peeked at Deathwing, and was a little afraid that it would find his gaze.

"Sunday!"

Huang Si snorted.

The huge body of Deathwing took a step forward, and his front paws slightly lifted.

"I am the lord of the temple, the dragon **** Neltharion, whose name is-Deathwing. Would you like to be my believer?"

"The Dragon God is fair and open. You offer your soul, your freedom, and recognize me as the master. I can give you a physical body and eternal life!"

Seeing that Deathwing didn't force him on Yao Ri, he was relieved.

But when he heard Deathwing's words, he was surprised again.

"Send your soul and freedom? Isn't this the technique of soul control?"

The real person on Yaori looked very scared.

"What is Soul Control?"

Huang Si asked him.

"The technique of controlling the soul is the secret technique of the soul, which can only be performed by true immortals. The person who is controlled by the soul will lose his will and be completely controlled by the master. This is an extremely terrible secret technique!"

If it was really the technique of controlling the soul, he would fight to commit suicide and he would not want to be charged with the soul.

Although he hadn't seen it before, he had seen it in the records of the ruins. The accused soul is equivalent to the loss of the person's ego, no different from death.

Wait, the Deathwing didn't even know this secret technique.

Is it possible that this is not a soul control technique?

The real person on Yaori was still thinking, and heard the huge voice of Deathwing from above:

"So, can the person who uses the soul control technique see the memory of the person charged with the soul? Can the knowledge and experience of the person charged with the soul directly share with the master?"

"Of course not, unless the person who controls the soul orders the person charged with the soul to speak out."

"This soul control technique is too weak, right?"

Huang Si spit out, then asked:

"Then why are you so scared and don't seem to want to accept soul control?"

"That's natural!"

The real person Yaori shouted, his eyes were full of fear.

"After being charged with the soul, you will become a slave. Most of them will be sent directly by the master to fight, or block the knife, or even be ordered to directly kill your own relatives... This terrible pain, you don't know..."

The real person Yaori shook his head.

There are many tragedies after the accused soul is mentioned in the record.

"Huh? Why should the master of controlling the soul be so bad to the person charged with the soul? Isn't it a subordinate? Isn't it right for the opponent to be better?"

Huang Si asked inexplicably. He really couldn't think of why he deliberately abused his men.

"No, where are the subordinates? Obviously they are slaves! The person charged with the soul will only be used as cannon fodder, and it is best to be a tool. When necessary, he will be sacrificed to protect the master."

"It turned out to be like this." Huang Si gradually began to understand the thinking of the people here, "In other words, the main reason is that the people who perform the soul control technique are too weak, right, so they use their hands as cannon fodder and tools. He was even so despicable as to throw his hand out to block the sacrifice."

"That's natural! Who would think that there is not enough cannon fodder!"

Yao Ri shouted the real person.

However, because the secret technique of controlling the soul is too taboo, not many people have learned it.

But even so, all the more powerful true immortals have learned, and their servants are also very many.

"I see, then if the master is strong enough that all his subordinates combined are not as strong as him, then can his subordinates live a good life without worrying about anything?"

"How can there be such a good thing? How can there be such a strong person?"

The real person Yaori shook his head.

"Then, open your stupid eyes and take a look, Sunday."

The voice of Deathwing laughed sarcastically.

"Do you see a human being? Or is it a **** who far surpasses all human races, surpasses practitioners, surpasses immortals, and is above you?"

The real person Yaori raised his head.

There was no trace of practice on the huge body that covered the sky.

There is no spiritual power, no fairy power, no real fairy breath.

However, he Sanxian did not have the power to resist.

Thinking of this, Yao Ri Zhenren's heart was shaken, and he finally understood the meaning of Deathwing.

It is completely beyond the extraordinary ability of practitioners.

Non-human, non-immortal, isn't there only a god?

In ancient legends, there were indeed gods, but that was a long time ago, and it was so long that everyone had forgotten that gods once existed.

If this mighty power is the true god.

Then he, isn't it, really...

Good luck!

The real person on Yaori thought about it, whether this mighty power is a real **** or not, if he can easily kill him, there is really no need to lie to him like this.

"The Great God is here, I am willing to become a believer of the Great God on Sunday, and I will dedicate my soul and freedom to you!"

The real person Yaori no longer hesitated and bowed down to Deathwing.

"On the sunday, consider me Lord!"

Huang Si virtually pressed his paw on the top of Yaori's head, and the golden light flashed.

Assimilation is complete.

With the sharing of thousands of years of experience and abilities by an immortal, in an instant, the entire consciousness space has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Below, the real person Yaori muttered to himself: "So it's like this... Soul Master, it's such a feeling."

He hasn't lost himself, but he has a heartfelt faith in his master.

This feeling is not bad, it is really much better than Soul Control.

Just as the real person on Yaori felt the new experience of acknowledging the Lord, Huang Si was also searching his memory.

After reading the past of the real person in Yaori, Huang Si also has some understanding of his past physical conditions, and can start to reshape his body.

"By the way, on Sunday, are you going to go to that old man's body, or should I pinch a young man for you?"

Huang Si asked.

"Lord, master, can you really restore my youth?"

Madam Yaori couldn't believe his ears. To restore a life's youth, this is something that even a real fairy can't do! You must know that once the lifespan is exhausted, once the vitality and blood decay, it is absolutely irreparable.

High-level cultivation ~www.readwn.com~ can only delay this process, but it is absolutely unstoppable and irreversible.

Therefore, a person who can't cultivate into a celestial being or a true celestial being, even in the Mahayana period, can live up to two thousand years, and finally die of old age.

He was 1,500 years old when he became Sanxian, and he was a little older, and the Sanxian Dharma body that he eventually cultivated was still the same as before he became a fairy.

But the master actually said that he could restore him to his youth!

"A piece of cake."

As Huang Si said, an order was passed to let the real person Yaori disperse the law body, and then, the power of creation condensed, and the fourteen-year-old body was squeezed out of the real person on the spot.

This body is directly pinched in comparison with the soul, and naturally fits with the soul.

Madam Yaori clenched his fists, raised his hand, and looked at his smooth and delicate back of his hand in disbelief.

This body is full of vitality of life, and this vitality has not been felt for six thousand years!