Chapter 396

This mountain range of Reiki world is more than 10000 kilometers away from the lost temple.

Huang Si's soul passed through the balancer and then extended. It could not have been so far.

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

The book of creation is a part of him. He can switch his soul directly to taking the book as the noumenon.

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

Without a balancer as an intermediate channel, the mental force field can be extended to the limit, 20000 kilometers.

Huang Si came to the scene, caught the short eyed Sanxian and smashed him dozens of times as a punishment.

I'm tired of bullying his family.

After apologizing, immortal Yao RI got up from the ground and stood aside.

He peeked at the wings of death, and was afraid that it would find its gaze.

"Obsidian day!"

Huang Si drank.

The huge body of the wing of death took a step forward, and its front claws raised slightly.

"I am the Lord of the temple, the Dragon God nesario, whose name is the wing of death. Would you like to be my believer?"

"The Dragon God is fair and open. You offer your soul and your freedom. Recognize me as the Lord. I can give you flesh and eternal life!"

Yao RI saw that the wing of death did not force him, but he was relieved.

But when he heard the voice of the wings of death, he was shocked and uncertain again.

"Offer your soul and freedom? Isn't this the art of soul control?"

Yaori immortal looked very afraid.

"What is soul control?"

Huang Si asked him.

"The art of controlling the soul is a secret art of the soul, which can only be used by real immortals. The person charged with the soul will lose his will and be completely controlled by his master. This is a terrible secret art!"

If it was really the art of controlling the soul, he would not be accused of killing himself.

Although he has not seen it, he has seen in the records of the ruins that the accused soul is equivalent to the loss of the person's self, which is no different from death.

Wait, this Deathwing doesn't know this secret.

Is this not the art of soul control?

As yaori was still thinking, he heard the great voice of the wing of death coming from above:

"Then, can the person who performs the art of controlling the soul see the memory of the person charged with the soul? Can the knowledge and experience of the person charged with the soul be directly shared with the master?"

"Of course not, unless the soul controller orders the soul controller to speak."

"Isn't it too weak to control the soul?"

Make complaints about it.

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

"That's nature!"

Yaori immortal cried, and his eyes were full of fear.

"After being accused of being a soul, you are a slave. Most of them will be directly sent by the master to fight, or block the knife, or even ordered to kill their relatives... You don't know this terrible pain..."

Yaori immortal shook his head.

Many tragedies after the accused soul have been mentioned in the records.

"What? Why should the master of the soul control be so bad to the person charged with the soul? Aren't they his men? Shouldn't it be better for his opponent?"

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

"No, where are the men? They are obviously slaves! Those charged with the soul will only be used as cannon fodder. It's best to be just a tool. When necessary, they will still be sacrificed to protect their master."

"So it is." Huang Si gradually began to understand the thinking of the people here, "that is to say, it is mainly because the people who use the soul control technique are too weak, right, so they are good at being cannon fodder and tools, and even mean enough to throw their men out to block the knife and sacrifice."

"That's natural! Who would think there isn't enough cannon fodder!"

Immortal Yao RI shouted.

However, the secret technique of soul control is too taboo, and not many people learn it.

But even so, all powerful real fairies have learned, and there are many slaves.

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

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

Yaori immortal shook his head.

"Well, open your stupid eyes and have a look, Yao RI."

The voice of Deathwing laughed sarcastically.

"Do you see a human? Or a God who is far more than all human races, more than practitioners, more than immortals, and above you?"

Immortal yaori raised his head.

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

No spiritual power, no immortal power, no real immortal breath.

However, as a loose fairy, he had no strength to resist.

Thinking of this, immortal Yao RI was shocked and finally understood the meaning of the wing of death.

It is beyond the extraordinary ability of practitioners.

If you are not human or immortal, there are only gods!

In ancient legends, there were gods, but that was too long ago, so long that everyone forgot that Gods once existed.

If this great power is a real God.

Isn't he, really

Lucky!

Immortal Yao RI thought about it. Whether he was a real God or not, it was really unnecessary to deceive him when he could easily kill him.

"The great God is on earth. I am willing to become a believer of the great God and dedicate my soul and freedom to you!"

Without hesitation, immortal Yao RI knelt down to the wing of death.

"Yao RI, recognize me as the Lord!"

Huang Si falsely pressed his claw on the head of yaori immortal, and the golden light flashed.

Assimilation is complete.

With the sharing of thousands of years' experience and ability of a Sanxian, the whole consciousness space has undergone earth shaking changes in an instant.

Below, immortal Yao RI said to himself, "it's like this... Soul master, it's such a feeling."

He did not lose himself, but he had a sincere faith in his master.

This feeling is not bad. It's really much better than soul control.

Just as yaori immortal felt the new experience after recognizing the Lord, Huang Si was also searching his memory.

After roughly reading the past of immortal Yao RI, Huang Si also knows about his past physical condition and can start to reshape his physical body.

"By the way, Yao RI, do you want to pass the old man's body, or do I pinch another young one for you?"

Huang Si asked.

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

Yaori immortal couldn't believe his ears. It is impossible for a real fairy to restore youth to a life! You know, once Shouyuan is exhausted and Qi and blood decay, it is absolutely irreparable.

The profound cultivation can only delay this process, but it can never be stopped or reversed.

Therefore, those who cannot become immortals or true immortals, even in the Mahayana period, can live up to 2000 years, and finally die of aging.

He was 1500 years old when he became a Sanxian. He was a little older. The final Sanxian Dharma body was still his appearance before he became an immortal.

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

"It's a piece of cake."

Huang Si said and ordered him to disperse the Dharma body. Then, the creative power condensed and pinched a 14-year-old body for him on the spot.

This body is directly kneaded by the soul, which is naturally consistent with the soul.

Immortal Yao RI shook his fist, raised his hand and looked at the back of his smooth and delicate hand in disbelief.

This body is full of vitality, which he has not felt for 6000 years!