The city lord's mansion, listening to the rain floor underground.

Some of the things that happened outside have not yet affected this place, or in other words, Qian Deng has not been concerned about the outside affairs at all, and he does not want to care, because under his absolute force, there is nothing worth caring about.

Not to mention the powerful formation of Qingqiu City.

Those five hundred beast soul soldiers are an unshakable guarantee.

As for the plans he has made......

Bai Shanyue did not do anything in his position at the beginning.

Zhao Zhong's idiot claimed that his three-inch tongue could kill immortals, and finally died in the gambling house.

No matter who it is, when it comes to planning, he is far behind.

His plan made it impossible for everyone to understand the truth until the last moment!

There is no chance of failure!

He also can't accept the failure of his life......

When he was young, he was also worried about a pill and a moon stone, and he still clearly remembered that he had fought with others for a pill, and in the end he still didn't get the pill, and he had also seen those big people who were on top, and they reverently called each other's seniors, and the other party didn't take a look at him.

He is not air.

He's a man!

What a failed life!

He can't remember how much hardship he has endured, how much blood and tears he has shed, he climbed all the way up, excited for every progress, and then the blood and tears gradually decreased, and later became the lord of the city, and few people were qualified to let him shed blood and tears.

He enjoys his status.

He was even more afraid of losing it all and returning to the original hard times.

But there is an undercurrent surging in the city, and there are people outside the city who are eyeing him, so that he can't sleep at night, and he wants to create a terrifying force to protect his city, his property, and not let everything go down the drain.

Until he discovered the secret method of refining the beast soul soldier, and decided that only the beast soul soldier could make what he had eternal, the previous cruel experience made him not trust anyone, and the beast soul soldier is absolutely worth believing, every beast soul soldier is like his child, for him to eat everything terrible child.

However, the existing beast soul soldiers are all defective and defective.

Although his combat power is amazing, he is extremely dull and stupid, and his growth is extremely slow, which cannot satisfy his ambitions.

He was in desperate need of a perfect beast soul soldier now.

That is, the Beast Soul Soldier King!

Almost immortal, infinitely growing, absolutely loyal, and can even call him a father, but can help him lead a group of beast soul soldiers, guarding everything he has, without a trace of greed, and even ......

even helped him get out of Qingqiu City, occupying one mountain after another, up to the eighteenth mountain, until the entire world Daomen!

At that time, won't he have what he wants?

Who would dare to look down on him?

Who would dare to say that he was nothing more than a small city lord?

That little Zhou Yutong actually dared to threaten him now, it was really too much!

At the beginning, he spent a lot of effort on the little white fox Ying'er, but it backfired and the sacrifice failed, but Meng Fan's appearance allowed him to find the perfect candidate!

All the traits that Meng Fan possessed were not only suitable for being the King of Beast Soul Soldiers, but also could help him create more and stronger Beast Soul Soldiers!

So, he set up a seamless bureau, raising Meng Fan like a cherry blossom until now, and finally ...... It's about time!

This bureau is also the most proud one he has arranged so far!

No one knew what he wanted to do, he just watched Meng Fan toss so coldly, and even wanted to laugh, and a few times he really laughed, toss, indulge in tossing, and in the end it didn't fulfill him!

"Do you have any last words to tell?"

Qian Deng, whose ambition was frantically breeding, said coldly to Meng Fan, who was sitting cross-legged in the Beast Soul Formation.

After capturing Meng Fan from the Ziyang Palace, he directly brought Meng Fan here, located in the Beast Soul Formation under the Listening Rain Tower!

He wasn't afraid that Meng Fan would rebel against him.

As he said, he grasped Meng Fan's weakness.

As long as Meng Fan is indisobedient, her relatives and friends will fall to the ground!

The cultivation world is ruthless, and to be affectionate in the cultivation world is undoubtedly to put the shackles of death on oneself!

"That ......" Meng Fan calmly sat in the round formation, glanced at Qiandeng, and shrugged his shoulders, "There's nothing to say!"

With that, he looked down at the ground.

The formation under him was no different from what he had seen the paper figures draw on the wall before.

The complicated and mysterious runes are entangled, and he can't understand what it means, giving people a thrilling feeling, even if his soul is strong, but after a few more glances, he suddenly has a trembling feeling, and he becomes extremely uneasy, wanting to escape from the formation as soon as possible.

This was when the formation was not opened.

If the formation is opened, the snow and mist will be filled, and thousands of tentacles will stretch out......

I'm afraid that he will really say goodbye to his current self!

The scene on the wall of the secret room is still vivid in my mind, and it shocks my heart!

Glancing at the four spirit totems in the four directions of the formation, Meng Fan withdrew his gaze, shook his head slightly, took out something and lit it, and held it in his hand.

It's a cigarette.

He always likes to hold the cigarette in his hand, not to really smoke it, but to watch the green smoke rise and then disappear, always feel that this is the same as a person's life, burning, extinguishing, dissipating......

Qian Deng saw that Meng Fan had actually lit a cigarette, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This kind of other way is really rare in the cultivation world.

"You don't have to be afraid. After half a cigarette, Qian Deng opened his mouth indifferently, "When the refining is successful, your physical body will be immortal and immortal, but your soul will ...... Hehe, but it's going to change, you will become an obedient puppet soul, don't feel that you have suffered a loss, this city lord will lead you to a glory, a glory that you will never be able to achieve with your own ability! At that time, you will definitely be grateful to Dade, your name will remain in the cultivation world forever, and any cultivator will tremble and be dissatisfied when they hear your name?"

"Oh, that sounds amazing. Meng Fan said noncommittally and vaguely.

"Inject your Four Spirit Qi into the formation!" Qian Deng was silent for a while and raised his hand, "The time is almost up. ”

"I want to ask you. Meng Fan rubbed the cigarette butt on the ground, "Beast Soul Soldier, Beast Soul Soldier, what kind of beast soul do you want to fuse with me?"

"Huh!"

Qiandeng smiled, then clapped his palms.

Then a man descended from the passage leading to the top, and handed over a squirming bag.

If he didn't open the formation for a long time, he seemed to be waiting for this bag.

"Meng Fan, do you think that I will fuse the soul of the ancient dragon crocodile with you?" Qian Deng carried the bag and hooked the corners of his mouth, "If you think so, you are wrong, it still does not meet the requirements of perfection, there is a more suitable one than it, do you want to take a look?"

Meng Fan's face sank.

Qian Deng then threw the bag at Meng Fan.

The contents of the bag screamed in pain, and when Meng Fan opened the mouth of the bag, a cute little head emerged from it......

(End of chapter)