The mountains in the spiritual world are more than 10,000 kilometers away from the lost temple.

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

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

The Book of Creation is part of him, and he can directly switch his soul to the book as the essence.

So you just need to place your body in a safe position in the green world, and then place the book in the rose garden, and switch over, and you can temporarily use the Book of Creation as the core position of the soul and expand it.

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

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

If you dare to bully his family, you will be tired of living.

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

He looked at Deathwing, and was also a little afraid that it would find its gaze.

"Sunday!"

Huang Si shouted.

Deathwing's huge body took a step forward and raised its front paws slightly.

"I am the Lord of the Temple, the dragon god Nesario, and the name of God is - Wings of Death. Do you want to be my believer?"

"This Dragon God is fair, just and open. You offer your soul, your freedom, and recognize me as Lord. I can give you flesh and eternal life!"

Seeing that the Wings of Death were not forced by him, Yang Ri felt relieved.

But when he heard the words of Deathwing, he became shocked and suspicious again.

"Please give soul and freedom? Isn't this the art of controlling souls?"

The real person of the Sunri seemed very scared.

"What is soul control?"

Huang Si asked him.

"The art of controlling souls is a secret soul technique that can be used by true immortals. Those who are accused of souls will lose their will and are completely controlled by their masters. This is an extremely terrible secret technique!"

If it is really a soul-control technique, he will not want to be accused of his soul even if he commits suicide.

Although he had never seen it, he had seen it in the records of the remains that the person's soul was absent, which was no different from death.

Wait, this Death Wings doesn't know this secret technique.

Could it be that this is not a soul-control technique?

The real person of Yaori was still thinking, and heard the huge voice of Death Wings coming from above:

"So, can the person who performs the soul control technique see the memory of the person who is accused? Can the knowledge and experience of the person who is accused of the soul be directly shared with the master?"

"Of course not, unless the soul-controlling person ordered the soul-controlling person to speak out."

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

Huang Si complained and asked again:

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

"That's natural!"

The real man of Yaori shouted, his eyes full of fear.

"After being accused of souls, you will become a slave. You will most likely be directly sent by your master to fight, or block the knife, or even be ordered to kill your relatives directly... You don't know this terrible pain..."

The real person of Yangri shook his head.

There are many tragedies about the accused soul in the record.

"What? Why is the master of the soul controlling so bad to the person who is accused of the soul? Isn't it a subordinate? Isn't it okay to be better against the opponent?"

Huang Si asked in confusion. He couldn't figure out why he deliberately ruined his subordinates.

"No, I am not a subordinate, I am obviously a slave! The person who is accused of the soul will only be treated as cannon fodder, and it is best to be just a tool. If necessary, they will still be sacrificed to protect their master."

"So that's how it is." Huang Si gradually began to understand the people here, "In other words, it is mainly because the person who uses the soul control technique is too weak, right, so he uses his subordinates as cannon fodder and tools, and is even so despicable that he throws his subordinates out to block the knife and sacrifices."

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

The real person from the Sun shouted.

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

But even so, even if any more powerful true immortals have learned, they have many servants.

"I understand. So if the master is strong enough, so powerful that all his subordinates are not as strong as him, then wouldn't 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 of Yangri shook his head.

"Then, open your stupid eyes and look at it, Sun."

The voice of Deathwings laughed sarcastically.

"Are you seeing a human being? Or is it a god who is far more than all human races, more than practitioners, more than immortals, and more than you?"

The real person of Yangri raised his head.

This covered the huge body of the sky without a trace of cultivation.

There is no spiritual power, no immortal power, no true immortal aura.

However, he, the scattered immortal, had no power to resist.

Thinking of this, the true man of Yaori was shocked and finally understood the meaning of the Wings of Death.

The extraordinary ability completely exceeds the knowledge of practitioners.

If you are not a human or an immortal, then you will only be a god!

In ancient legends, there were indeed gods, but that was something that happened too long ago, so long that everyone forgot that gods had existed.

If this powerful man is a true god.

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

It's a great fortune!

After thinking about it, the powerful man, no matter whether he was a real god or not, was really not necessary to lie to him like this if he could easily kill him.

"God is here, I am willing to become a believer of God and dedicate my soul and freedom to you!"

The true man of Yaori no longer hesitated and bowed to the Wings of Death.

"Sunday, please recognize me as your master!"

Huang Si pressed his claws on the head of the Sun Zhenren, and the golden light flashed.

Assimilation is completed.

With the sharing of thousands of years of experience and abilities of a scattered immortal, the entire consciousness space undergoes earth-shaking changes in an instant.

Below, the real person of Yaori said to himself: "So that's how it is... the master of the soul is like this."

He did not lose himself, but he had a heartfelt belief in his master.

This feeling is not bad, it is really much better than the soul control technique.

Just as the real person of the Sun Ri was feeling the new experience of recognizing the master, Huang Si was also searching for his memories.

After roughly reading the past of Yaori Real Man, Huang Si also had some understanding of his physical condition in the past and could start to reshape his body.

"By the way, Yang Ri, do you want to go over that old man's body, or should I pinch you a young one?"

Huang Si asked.

"Lord, Master, can I really restore my youth?"

It is difficult for the true person to believe in his ears. It is something that even a true immortal cannot do! You must know that if the life span is exhausted and the qi and blood are decayed, it is absolutely irreversible.

A high level of cultivation can only delay this process, but it is absolutely unstoppable and cannot be reversed.

Therefore, those who cannot become scattered immortals or true immortals will live for at most two thousand years in the Mahayana period, and will eventually die of aging.

When he became a Sanxian, he was already 1,500 years old and was a little older. The ultimate cultivation of Sanxian Dharma body still had the appearance before he became an immortal.

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

"A piece of cake."

Huang Si said, and ordered him to let the Taoist Zhenren disperse his Dharma body. Then, the power of creativity condensed and he squeezed out his fourteen-year-old body on the spot.

This body is directly pinched by the soul, and it is naturally consistent with the soul.

Yaori Zhenren clenched his fists, raised his hand, and looked at his smooth and delicate back of his hands in disbelief.
Chapter completed!