Ruling The Heavens With Divine Bugs

"Demon, magic, this is magic, it's all fake!" Old Shi suddenly shouted.

"Yes, he's a demon. Kill him!" The families involved in this matter shouted one after another, and Yongjiu was the most jubilant.

Ye Wufeng glanced at them coldly and said, "a group of clowns dare to jump when their death is approaching."

"Hum, I'm the prince of Dayong Dynasty. Who dares to touch me?" Yongjiu hummed.

Big Shao's eyes fell on Du Xiaomei, and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Even if the injury on the flesh was ten times more serious, it would be a piece of cake for herself. The Taoist spirit of the green emperor could be easily cured even if the spirit was injured. At present, the most troublesome thing is that the little girl's soul is too weak. She didn't cultivate the spirit at all. The weak soul basically dissipated after death, Now there is only a trace of remnant soul. Remnant soul without intelligence is not a soul, but can only be regarded as a kind of obsession.

"Qingdi Daoqi, treatment!" Ye Wufeng beat over the healing Qi and repaired the flesh first to dispel the dead Qi contained.

"Little sister, is she resurrected?" The eldest sister of the Du family suddenly saw the appearance change of her little sister. All the countless scars had disappeared, and her appearance returned to normal. She immediately screamed.

"No!" Ye Wufeng said faintly. Then he took out a "soul quenching pill" and crushed it. He guided the medicine to wrap the remnant soul, just like a small flame about to go out. Let it grow bigger and prosperous first.

"Still can't. If it goes on like this, it will at best be a living dead man." Ye Wufeng shook his head and sighed.

At this time, Yongjiu and others could no longer restrain themselves when they saw the change of Du Xiaomei. "Demon man, demon man who can revive the dead, we all killed him together, we can't let him succeed, otherwise we will all be unlucky."

"Buzzing..." at one time, nearly 100 people took out their weapons and rushed to kill them.

"Hehe, a group of mole ants dare to provoke us." Ye Wufeng smiled coldly, his robe sleeves shook, and a terrible shock force was waved. The violent vibration in the straight space was like a raging wave.

"Boom..." the people who rushed over turned into blood fog one by one, and the whole East Gate was dyed red.

"I'm the prince. You, you devil, can't kill me." Yongjiu shivered and said that a group of people were rushed up and killed by him, and he himself didn't advance but retreat.

"Hum, son of a bitch." With a cold hum, Dashao pressed him into meat paste.

"Ah... How dare you kill the lonely emperor." A man wearing a crown and a Dragon Robe roared and flew over, followed by dozens of people in Imperial clothes. It seems that he should be the emperor of the Dayong Dynasty.

"Who are you? How dare you kill the prince in the street? It's a great crime to copy the family and destroy the family. Don't you arrest it!" A man like a general came with a mighty team.

"Give it to me, get out...!" The withering and decaying waves rolled out of Dashao's mouth.

"Boom..." the tornado like hurricane was like a heavenly power. All the well-trained 10000 troops were blown into the air, including some nearby houses.

"Your Majesty, it's bad. This man's cultivation is too strong. He acts ferociously and can't be enemy!" Several courtiers around the emperor turned pale and advised.

"I dare to kill my favorite Xiao Jiu. If you don't take revenge, you won't be a man." The emperor gritted his teeth, held up a thing and read aloud, "I am Yongchang, the 33rd emperor of the Dayong Dynasty. I offer the power of thousands of years of luck in the national seal and ask the Dragon God of luck to kill this villain."

"Roar..." the golden dragon, who was hovering above the "not falling city", suddenly opened his eyes and looked longingly at the seal in the emperor's hand. The huge faucet nodded and expressed his willingness to take action.

"Eh, good thing, it seems that the little girl can be saved." Ye Wufeng suddenly showed a happy face. As soon as he raised his hand, he immediately sucked the national seal representing the identity of the emperor.

"It's an artifact that can save the power of Qi and luck. That's good!" Ye Wufeng nodded with satisfaction.

"Shaft, this is the national seal of our Dayong Dynasty. Only emperors of each generation can open it. Hurry up..." the emperor roared like the bottom of a pot.

"Kazam..." big or small two fingers exerted a slight force, and the national seal directly disintegrated in full view of the public, in which the strong and incomparable power of Qi and luck spilled out.

"Hehe, opening this thing requires special techniques and blood force. Benshao really can't open it normally, but it's just a low artifact. The strength is really not very strong. You can use it directly after crushing it." Ye Wufeng smiled and introduced the power of Qi into the ghost of Du Xiaomei.

"Boom..." Du Xiaomei's ghost was like eating something that could be greatly improved, and suddenly grew stronger.

"Roar..." a dragon roared and saw that the power of Qi luck was taken away. The entrenched Qi luck Golden Dragon ran away on the spot and roared down, targeting Ye Wufeng.

"Well, it's good to come. It's equivalent to the strength of the holy land. It's just you." Ye Wufeng nodded and his claws stretched out. The huge golden dragon was constantly reduced by the force of the endless space of terror, and finally became a mini golden dragon the size of a toy palm, falling in Ye Wufeng's palm and constantly struggling.

"It has already derived divine intelligence, but the little girl's intelligence is too weak. I'm afraid she can't hold you down. I'd better erase your intelligence and make it safer." Dashao said to himself.

"No, no!" Hearing this, the mini Golden Dragon suddenly made a human voice, wailed and begged for mercy. He is not a fool. If such a big strength gap resists tenaciously, it will really be wiped out.

"You will be her contract spirit beast in the future. Would you like to?" Ye Wufeng pointed to Du Xiaomei and said coldly.

"She? She's so weak!" The mini Golden Dragon disdained to say that as a strong man, he could accept if he surrendered to the terrible young man in front of him, but he wouldn't want to escort a little girl who doesn't practice well.

"Die if you don't agree!" Ye Wufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the power of Tao soul diffused out, gently brushing on the head of the mini Golden Dragon.

The mini Golden Dragon is scared to death. This power is completely aimed at the spirit. Even if his mind is a hundred times stronger, it will be completely wiped out, "agree, I agree!"

Ye Wufeng forced them to form a binding master-slave contract in his own way. In the future, even if he is not here, this lucky dragon can't turn back to the guest.

"Well, well, big brother!" At the moment when the contract was completed and the lucky Golden Dragon settled in the little girl's soul sea, Du Xiaomei woke up with a creak.