Chapter 1768

Let him let go of his will to resist. Unexpectedly, he was still forcibly resisting

In this state, mental power will be directly blocked, and pain will come, which is also deserved.

"Let go of consciousness..."

"Don't resist..."

"If you continue to resist, you will soon become an idiot!"

"If you want to be an idiot, you can try!"

Fang fan smiled coldly and reminded in place. As for whether he was willing to believe it or not, it was up to him

If you force your will to resist, Fang fan will lose a saint level zhannuka, and the hot spring will die of mental collapse. This is a dilemma.

"I... I don't... I don't want to die..."

"I still have a lot... A lot of things to do..."

"I can't die!"

"Hoo... Hoo Hoo..."

"I give up my will to resist!"

The hot spring suddenly narrowed her eyes, and her complexion became ferocious and terrible. As she spoke, the convulsions in the corners of her mouth became larger and larger

"Give up?"

"Hehe... That's good!"

Fang fan gave a symbolic encouragement.

"Ding! Spend a holy level war slave card to successfully subdue a four-star holy territory war slave!"

There's a system sound in my ear. It's all over!

"Fight well for me in the future. I won't treat you badly!"

"Otherwise... I'll kill you at any time!"

"You should be able to feel my control over you at the moment!"

Fang fan looked at the hot spring and drank coldly again. Such an idea churned in his mind, and everything turned into what it should have been at the beginning.

"I... I..."

"No... not so..."

"Damn it! Why can't I control my body..."

"You... What did you do to me?"

"Can you control my soul?"

The hot spring stared at her big eyes. At the moment, she was completely shocked. While talking, she trembled her lips and fell into a state of collapse

This is far from what he expected before

He had thought that even if Fang fan controlled a drop of his soul blood, he could escape at the risk of injury. Anyway, a drop of soul blood was not a fatal thing for a strong Saint like him.

But now he has a feeling of panic... It seems that if he takes that step, Fang fan can kill him at any time... This feeling gradually becomes real... It seems particularly real!

"You are my war slave. I control your actions. What's the problem?"

"Do you really think I'll be stupid enough to just ask you for a few drops of soul blood? There's no binding force at all!"

"I have to rely on you to continue to command the other eight black iron legions of the 308 bronze Legion!"

"If you do something behind my back, I can't afford to be defenseless!"

"As a war slave, we must have the consciousness of being a war slave! Otherwise, we must be severely punished!"

As Fang fan spoke, a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

"I don't want it!"

"I don't want to be your war slave!"

"I am the head of the bronze army of the temple! I hold a million troops! How dare you coerce me into becoming your war slave!"

"If the temple knows, it will not let you go!"

When he learned that his plan had broken, the hot spring suddenly opened his eyes and showed a look of anger on his face. When he spoke, he pressed directly in front of Fang fan, which seemed particularly unwilling