Yellow sorghum Luo Wei, trapped lock red face.

In the emperor's harem, seventy-two shadows lay on both sides, and five iron chains locked a pair of handcuffs, a pair of foot cuffs, and a pair of iron collars, without exception.

Zhao Feng walked into the palace gate, and the seventy-two people seemed to have a sense, and they all turned from a state of lying down to kneeling, and the faces of the country and the city were charming, or cold, or innocent, or arrogant, all the beauty of the world was in it.

These seventy-two people all had a small seal ancient character written on their eyebrows with a red mark, and they didn't attack, they just stared straight at Zhao Feng, or rather, at Chuangtian in Zhao Feng's hand.

Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng Wang.

Feng Chen, Chu Wei, Jiang Shen, Han Yang.

Zhu Qin You Xu, He Lu Shi Zhang.

Kong Cao Yanhua, Jin Wei Tao Jiang.

Qi Xie Zou Yu, Bai Shui Dou Zhang.

Yunsu Pange, Xi Fan Penglang.

Lu Weichangma, Miao Fenghuafang.

Yu Ren Yuan Liu, Yu Bao Shi Tang.

Fei Lian Cen Xue, Lei He Ni Tang.

The first seventy-two surnames of the hundred family names are all gathered here.

Suddenly, one of the cold and beautiful women with the word "酆" between her eyebrows bowed down to Zhao Feng and kowtowed, and said loudly in a jerky and arrogant tone: "The slave knocks to see the emperor!"

Pulling one to move, the remaining seventy-one people immediately bent down and kowtowed, calling themselves "slaves" in front of Zhao Feng, and the sound of warblers and swallows was mixed with the sound of chains dragging on the ground.

Zhao Feng didn't say a word, and the women didn't dare to move.

After a quarter of an hour of silence, Zhao Feng's vigilance decreased slightly, and he immediately walked up to the "slave" and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Yu Nu Xiang's shoulders trembled slightly, but he still maintained the action of kowtowing, and replied in a calm tone: "The sun and the moon are out of order, I don't know how old I am, or a hundred years, or a thousand years, all the slaves serve here, and listen to the emperor's orders. ”

Zhao Feng frowned slightly, and began to deduce in his heart: "I have been trapped here for hundreds of years, there is no food and daily necessities, and I see that this group of people has a ruddy complexion, and there is no trace of aging...... Are they just ghosts?"

Ding!——!

Zhao Feng used the Xuanyu Flying Sword Technique to control the Xuantie Pickaxe, turning into a black sword and brushing over the right shoulder of the Xuannu.

An extremely thin sword mark appeared, and then a bead of blood oozed from the sword mark, and finally flowed down the snow muscle until it fell to the ground......

"Is it a living person?"

Zhao Feng was stunned for a while, and after a while, the blood on the sword marks dried up, and the person in front of him didn't look like a dead corpse or a dead soul.

"If they were alive, how could they survive here for thousands of years without dying or growing old? or...... I've been in some kind of illusion since I entered this place?" Zhao Feng had too many questions that he couldn't understand, and the latter possibility was quickly denied by him.

The essence of the illusion is actually a means of confusion against consciousness, and with Zhao Feng's current consciousness value of 810, it is impossible to be in the illusion without knowing it.

"These seventy-two people should be the concubines of various countries captured by the emperor from the enemy country, and they will kneel down to me, it should be because of the creation of heaven in my hand, the predecessor of the creation of heaven is the sixty-three golden swords that the emperor became famous, and it is understandable that they will recognize it...... Perhaps, I can rely on the prestige of Chuangtian in their eyes to ask them directly about the reason. ”

After thinking about it again, Zhao Feng had a decision in his heart, and immediately asked Yu Nu, "What is your real name?"

The slave spoke in a calm tone and replied, "Slave, nameless. ”

"I'm asking you your name before you came here, or your identity, do you remember?" Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, a wonderful feeling suddenly appeared in his mind, and he hurriedly asked.

"He was born in Si and will be buried here. ”

Zhao Feng was shocked, and immediately turned around and asked the others one by one.

In the end, Zhao Feng obtained two important pieces of information: first, these seventy-two people had no previous memories and had been trapped in this harem since they had memories; second, none of them had normal human emotions, and there was only one thought in their minds, that is, complete obedience to the "Great Emperor".

Seventy-two people survived without food.

Combined with the emperor's skills from the "ghost caster", he cast sixty-three golden swords.

The combination of these many conditions made Zhao Feng infinitely close to the truth, and finally-

As if the enlightenment of Daigo was attacked, Zhao Feng suddenly felt that the door of inheritance memory in his mind was opening again, and immediately sat in the middle of the palace, closing his eyes and meditating.

During this period, the other seventy-one people always maintained the action of kneeling and bowing, and only one person slowly raised his head and secretly observed Zhao Feng with a pair of budding spiritual eyes......

......

In his mind, Zhao Feng came to the sixth door of inheritance memory.

Raising his hand and touching it, the door opened, and the intelligence information of a kind of cultivation profession poured into his consciousness.

This kind of cultivation profession is a collection of knowledge and techniques in a variety of remote fields, and even involves some cultivation taboos, because of its particularity, it is feared by mortals and cultivators at the same time.

In the harem, Zhao Feng opened his eyes and had a judgment in his heart.

"Formations, refining weapons, and pills are supplemented, and corpses are used as casting, refining into puppet ......"

""Casting Soul and Refining Spirit", casting and refining with living corpses, can retain part of the puppet's cultivation during his lifetime, and turn into death against life, which is really a taboo method for cultivating truth. Zhao Feng was secretly frightened, and immediately glanced at the seventy-two people in the harem.

"Soul Casting and Refining" is a forbidden method among puppeteers, among which there is a small technique, called "Soul Reflection Technique", which is a kind of blessing on the eyes, used to judge the puppet soul of the unpopular spell, this spell does not even require spiritual power, but requires the caster's ability to control his own consciousness to a certain extent, through consciousness induction, through the reflection of consciousness, and finally appear in the eyes of the soul form.

Zhao Feng tried to cast the soul reflection technique, but the result was directly successful, the soul light flashed under his eyes, and then looked at the women in the palace: the "smoke" of the heavenly spirit with two colors of yellow and blue lingered.

Soul reflection technique, if used to peep at the living, you will normally see red, yellow, and green colors, of which yellow represents the soul, blue represents the soul, and red is the "mystery" surrounded by the soul in the center, representing the unknown number of fate, and the ordinary method cannot solve the mystery of the number of fate.

Sure enough, these people have already lost their lives, and their souls are imprisoned in the body by special methods, like machines, carrying out the instructions left by the puppeteer, immortal and indestructible, but also ruthless and insensitive. ”

"These seventy-two concubines are all puppets......"

Just as Zhao Feng made up his mind, he suddenly glimpsed a trace of extremely light red above the heavenly spirit of one of them.

Zhao Feng thought that he was dazzled, and immediately walked up to the man, observed carefully, and finally determined: between the souls of this person, the two smokes of yellow and green hide a fate!

"You, look up. ”

At the sound of an order, the slave slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Feng expressionlessly.

Her eyebrows reveal three points of nobility, seven points of arrogance, indifference under her eyes, such as ice and snow, like a fairy, even if she is in prison, kneeling and kneeling, but she can't see the slightest humility in her, and the word "drunk" between the eyebrows makes her look feminine and cold, not to be blasphemed.

"It's really an alien puppet!" Zhao Feng confirmed the identity of the "slave" and couldn't help but marvel.