"Stop, hehe, don't spoil our future god of war. Sun Sheng came from a distance, squinting his eyes. As soon as the immortal realm gained a foothold, he hurried back, just to see how the god-making plan went.

Looking at Ye Xian's perfect zombie body, he nodded happily: "Yes, this body is very charming, I can feel the surging power in your body, as well as the desire for blood, but I'm curious, how did you break free from the crystal tube in the pool? Oh, by the way, I seem to have added an extra seven-emotion tube to you, you are now a little unconscious, right?" He said seemingly casually, but kept looking at Ye Xian's eyes, if there was even a trace of normal consciousness, he would abolish Su Hao and throw him into the pool again for transformation.

It's a pity that in those brutal bloody eyes, except for bloodthirsty longing, there is no fear of any emotion.

The zombie's instinctive bloodthirstiness and the residual thoughts poured into his brain were intertwined, exploding from the sea of consciousness, his head was like a stirred paste, all twisted together, at this moment, he couldn't tell who he was!

Sun Sheng was still staring at Ye Xian, not afraid of slackening at all, desperately trying to find a difference in his eyes.

Kunpeng had explained that it didn't want to have an uncontrollable god of war, and if Ye Xian really defected, it would undoubtedly be a great variable for the temple.

"It seems that the Seven Emotions have worked. Sun Sheng finally put his mind at ease, but deep in his heart, he did not relax at all: "Control him and continue to start making gods." After a pause, he continued to add: "Connect the Seven Emotions Tube, just in case." ”

A group of black-armored warriors nodded, surrounding Ye Xian, and in the distance, there were black-armored warriors throwing out the pitch-black iron chains, directly lassosing Ye Xian, more than a dozen people pulled violently, the sound of clicking, accompanied by the tightening of the iron sleeve, Ye Xian was strangled, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.

"Throw it into the water, you don't have to untie the chain, this time, see how he gets out. Sun Sheng sneered, waved his hand abruptly, and a huge spirit yuan pushed Ye Xian into the water, and he had no ability to resist at all.

When!

Everyone pulled the chains, buckled them on both sides of the pool, and locked Ye Xian in the depths of the pool.

The leading black-armored warrior jumped into the water, pierced the crystal hose into his body, connected the seven-emotional tube, and slowly swam ashore, leaving two black-armored warriors to take care of him.

"Escape, see how you escape this time?" Sun Sheng glanced at him under the pool of water with disdain, and left with the remaining black-armored warriors.

......

They left, leaving Ye Xian and two black-armored warriors in the temple of the gods.

In the water, Ye Xian, who was in the pipes around his body, almost lost his consciousness, leaving only bloodthirsty and residual thoughts, two consciousnesses, each occupying one side of his head, sometimes bloodthirsty, sometimes manic.

Only the nine-character mantra suppressed his only clarity in the altar where the dantian appeared, so as to ensure that his mind was not extinguished.

Gradually, as there were more and more residual thoughts, the bloodthirsty nature of the zombie was almost destroyed, and his body was completely occupied by residual thoughts...

I don't know how long it took, Ye Xian woke up in the altar of the dantian, and his body was out of control.

But he could sense that he was still in the waterhole, the zombie mind was destroyed, his consciousness was sealed in the altar, and the remnant thought took over the body, forming a black crystal in the center of the skull.

The remnants were all piled up in the crystal, and the body was completely controlled by the crystal, that is to say, now Ye Xian was only in the soul state, and his body was taken away, and the black crystal was used to control him.

He can only be protected by the nine-character mantra in the altar of the dantian.

Aoki!

He couldn't help but call out to his demon pet, Aoki has been staying in his dantian since he destroyed the tree, but at this time, he didn't see Aoki's figure.

"The host..."

In the darkness of the altar, a green ball of light appeared beside Ye Xian, the voice was full of bitterness and helplessness, Aoki and Ye Xian are almost one, now Ye Xian has lost his body, Aoki can't get moisturized, and even the black crystal in Ye Xian's brain wants to absorb it together.

"Why are you also on the altar?" Ye Xian was dumbfounded, if so, then, that is, Aoki couldn't help him.

"Wow!"

Around, there was a baby-like cry again, and a small, translucent two-headed snake appeared in front of him: "Xuanying, you are also here..."

"So you don't have to play, you can only wait here to die?" Ye Xian shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression.

Aoki smiled bitterly: "I can't say that, at least we are safe now, as long as there is a chance, the master can still take back the body." ”

Ye Xian pouted: "Take a fart, with the black crystal in my brain now, I don't know how many residual thoughts I absorb, just by relying on us, we can't destroy it at all." ”

"Master, Xuan Ying's is still outside, let Xuan Ying destroy the black crystal. Aoki suggested.

"Damn, the black crystal is destroyed, won't my head be finished, and when the time comes, I will not die or be crippled, and I will probably become an idiot. Ye Xian rubbed his head and sat in the dark.

"No, if Xuanying becomes a little smaller, it is estimated that he will lose some of his memory, and he will not be stupid. ”

"Are you sure? If something goes wrong, I'll cook you first. ”

"It's... It shouldn't be too much of a problem, I'm not sure..."

"I'm not sure you said Mao. ”

Ye Xian grabbed Aoki fiercely, and kept pinching and deforming this ball of light in his hand, now everyone is an energy body, and he is not afraid of bullying Aoki. It was also the first time he had close contact with Aoki.

"Master, it's useless for you to pinch me, now we have no other way than to destroy the black crystal. Xuan Ying can become bigger and smaller, as long as it is small enough not to hurt the roots, it will be fine, even if it is accidentally damaged, it is also a loss of memory, rather than waiting here to die, it is better to try. Aoki said helplessly.

Ye Xian didn't know, but now, staying in the waterhole, even if he regained his body, he could only continue to be destroyed, so it was better to wait until he got out and make plans.

"Forget it, wait and see if there is a turnaround, if it really doesn't work, just do as you say. He let go of Aoki and touched the little snake Xuanying again, and in the dark, everyone didn't speak again.

In this way, in the waterhole, after a few days, everything was as usual, Ye Xian could see the outside world with the help of his body, but he couldn't control it, and the black crystal in his skull tightly controlled the use of his body.

One day, Ye Xian's physical body, in the creation of gods, entered the level of immortal monarch, but outside, many black-armored warriors came to salvage him from the waterhole and untie the crystal tube.

Sun Sheng waited at the door for a long time, holding an instrument in his hand, radiating a circle of special light, sweeping around his head, finally, a black crystal picture appeared on the crystal screen of the instrument, Sun Sheng nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Take him to the Hall of Death, inject memory, in the future, this is our god of war, how can there be no memories?" Besides, our god of war will tie the knot with the goddess tomorrow, the Kunpeng God King doesn't want the goddess to know everything we do, if it is exposed, you will wait to go to hell." ”

"Yes, rest assured, after so many years of transformation, the Temple of the Dead has long been perfect, and it is easy for our underworld to control the deepest root of the soul and create an identical and loyal soul. The black-armored general smiled, pulled his eyes blankly, and Ye Xian, who was unconscious, walked towards the Hall of Death.

"Master, you can't let them succeed, otherwise, even if you destroy the black crystal, the soul they made will have an independent will, once the soul fit is completed, you will never be able to regain the body, they are going to create an identical you, so that your body mistakenly thinks that the essence of the soul is back, and then completely control your body, at that time, there is no more you in the world, there is, just the Ye Xian who is made, it will replace you, take over everything for you, including life, wife, parents, there is no essential difference, at the beginning, I was made by Sun Sheng, it was just a failure, he abandoned me, which made me as nondescript as I am now. Speaking of which, Aoki's voice was a little vicious, originally, he was a good spirit tree, and it became like this.

If it is said that when human technology reaches a certain point, replicants will appear, then the underworld is already halfway successful, and they have successfully controlled the replication of souls. Directly destroy people's souls, then condense soul crystals, send them to the temple of death, integrate them into memory, and use them to make a god who is loyal to them and willing to die for them...

"There is no one in the world who is made by Nuwa, and we, who succeed Nuwa, can make souls, we are destined to be extraordinary, to set foot in the nine heavens, to control all immortals, the people of this world, will be surrendered to our feet, we are gods, omnipotent, invincible, and fearless of death. ”

A chattering old man, controlling the machine, one by one the godless "people" are sent into crystal coffins, a subtle hose, connected to the human head, transmitting a memory picture, the entire hall of the dead, colorful, countless lives and deaths, happiness, ups and downs, one by one, in the entire hall of the afterlife, back and forth.

They claim to be gods, they control all things, they want to control all beings, they can create souls, they can modify memories, and they can give mortals terrifying and boundless power.

A suit of armor, a divine soldier, a soul, a dead soldier.

It took thousands of years to form a huge army of immortal cultivators, and they only needed ten or even a few years.

If they are not gods, then who else dares to call them gods?

God!

It's not their self-appointed, it's their power that is enough to be called gods. Calling for wind and rain, turning clouds over clouds, moving mountains and seas, but snapping a finger!

If none of them are worthy of being called gods, then who else dares to call themselves gods? In this vast world and the changes of the times, in the eyes of the old man, the immortal cultivators are nothing more than a group of self-styled old immortals.

They are what should appear in this era, and they are what the world needs.

They are gods, omnipotent gods......