Chapter 557

Purple Qian Mo all said so, the division gentleman leaves the nature also have no scruple.

He didn't care about the man's life.

When he was sold as a slave, he saw all kinds of things in the world. Many of his friends died one after another and became a cold corpse.

He only cares about the purple fields.

"Good."

Si Junli did not hesitate.

Take Mo Qiu as "props" to practice on the spot.

After several days of professional guidance and training, Si Junli is completely different from a few days ago. For the pupil of the understanding, and to a higher level.

Golden pupil burst open.

A very pure spiritual force, from the center of his eyebrows, along the oculomotor nerve, flows into the two pupils.

The rolling power is flowing in the golden pupil.

The golden light is dazzling.

"Spiritual slavery!"

A low drink.

Two invisible spiritual waves fly out of the pupils, and Mo Qiu's direction is storming away!

Mo Qiu is seriously injured.

But he still retains a part of consciousness, feels the attack of the other party, subconsciously wants to dodge.

Mo Qiu is the cultivation of Zifu period!

In Beilan country, you should be able to be king and hegemony. If you had not met Mo Yan and ziqianmo, you would not have been reduced to such a bleak situation.

Although the body is half paralyzed and the cultivation in the room can't be exerted, the cultivation of soul power is still preserved.

Mo Qiu is not weak.

He is good at alchemy and medicine, but he also has some attainments in soul cultivation. In terms of spiritual cultivation, we can reach the state of great perfection in our innate state, but we can't enter the purple mansion period.

Mo Qiu thought that he was more than enough to resist a teenage boy.

Who ever thought——

At the moment of the collision between the eyes of Si Jun and Mo Qiu, his head was blank, as if he had been drilled into his brain by two golden drills, buzzing and aching.

The brain... Doesn't seem to have its own.

The spiritual world... Doesn't seem to be my own.

In Mo Qiu's mind, there was only a pair of terrible golden eyes, which looked down on him like a God, scorning and powerful.

Mo Qiu was half paralyzed on the ground. His face was as white as a dead man. He was covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were almost soaked.

He tried to fight against the eyes.

However.

Not really.

It will only make him more miserable.

This golden pupil's attainments in soul are even stronger than him!

A ziqianmo is a monster. How could ziqianmo, his younger brother, be a real monster?

Deep in Mo Qiu's heart, there is a deep sense of despair.

Once despair breeds.

There is no hope.

Gradually, he was engulfed, occupied and enslaved by those golden eyes.

His own original consciousness is gradually disappearing and being erased.

In five minutes——

"Master."

Mo Qiu's eyes, which have lost focus, show a posture of complete submission.

Although he was half paralyzed on the ground, he still made a gesture of crawling and kneeling towards Si Junli, kowtowing respectfully, kowtowing and kowtowing again.

"Slave at the master's command."

Even the voice is full of heartfelt admiration and admiration.

"Well."

For the first time, Si Junli used spiritual enslavement on people, and he succeeded, which made him very excited, especially when the man he enslaved was a super strong man in Zifu period.