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Seeing that Ling Ditian was about to make a move, Ling Fei opened the alien space again and took him directly in, otherwise, with Zhu Yuchen's little strength, it would not be enough for Ling Ditian to plug his teeth.

Ling Tiandi looked at Ling Fei with a cold face, and said coldly:

"Don't think that if you find out about my scheme, you will win! I am in the late Mahayana stage, and you are in the early stage of incarnation, even if you can kill the enemy beyond the ranks, you will not necessarily be my opponent. Who's the hand of the deer is not necessarily! ”

Ling Fei let out a long sigh of relief.

"Old man, you forced me."

Emperor Ling Tiandi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smug expression:

"The law of the jungle is the law of survival among cultivators. If you want to blame, blame fate. ”

"Yes, if you hadn't killed me, I wouldn't have been able to go to the Cultivation Realm and discover my background. Speaking of which, I would like to thank you, old man. ”

"What? Want to beg me for mercy? ”

"No, no, no, you're mistaken."

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Ling Fei's mouth.

"Although you are a Mahayana monk, the amount of true qi on the earth is simply not enough for you to exert your true strength. So, you need your billions of believers to provide you with faith, which is a disguised way to sustain your energy. And your believers, you need to rely on the prayer of the idol to provide you with an endless source of energy. Otherwise, it will be impossible for you to receive energy, and if you make two moves at most, you will have no true qi. But.... ”

"But what?"

Ling Ditian suddenly had a bad premonition.

Ling Fei smiled.

"I'm sorry, I've sent someone, on a global scale, to turn your statue into my statue, slightly changed. Now, your believers, are also providing me with energy, stains... I have the blessing of the Immortal Emperor's energy, it is endless, and now there are more than a billion believers' energy, I don't know how you want to fight me, old man? ”

"What do you say? That's impossible! My believers will only recognize my statues, and they will not believe in you. ”

Ling Ditian roared angrily, his face full of disbelief, but Ling Fei's next sentence made him desperate in an instant.

"Don't forget, old man, that I am your son. I'm a copy of you, is there any difference between the two of us? ”

"Poof——!

Ling Ditian spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

I didn't expect it, thousands of calculations, one wrong step, one wrong step!

Ling Fei used Zhu Yuchen to discover his identity in advance, so all these times, he was acting with him, and now, he secretly cut off the source of his energy supply, so to speak, before he fought, he had already failed.

Although he was a Mahayana monk, Ling Ditian knew better than anyone else that Ling Fei could kill the enemy beyond the ranks. Facing him, trying to defeat him in two moves, it is simply impossible.

And after two moves, his true qi was almost used up, and there was too little true qi on the earth, which was not enough for himself, a Mahayana monk, to replenish his energy. It's like a car without gas, how to fight?

Soon, Ling Mu flew over with the help of others.

"Old man, is it true?"

"I..."

Emperor Ling was almost crying without tears, and now he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"What are you? Okay, you old thing, you actually hide from me, fight so many bad ideas, and do it to my son, are you still human? ”

Long Ling'er came up and punched and kicked Ling Ditian.

"Stop fighting!"

"What's the matter? How dare you yell at me? Stiff wings? Don't listen to me, do you? ”

"Humph!"

Ling Ditian snorted coldly angrily.

"Whatever you want, the winner is king, the loser is the villain, you want to fight or kill, whatever you want, I lost, what else is there to say? Do it! ”

"You want to die, do you think you can die if you want to?"

Ling Mu sneered.

"Son! Get him! ”

"Okay!"

Ling Ditian's eyes suddenly became vigilant.

"What do you want to do? Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated, if you want to kill, kill, don't play so many scheming, humiliate me here. ”

Ling Fei chuckled:

"Originally, if you killed me once, I should have killed you too. However, you are Lao Tzu, how can you say that you gave me a life, and you want to take it away from me. And I'm resurrected too, so I'm not going to kill you. But don't think it's that easy. ”

"Humph! Hypocrisy, what do you want? ”

"Old man, don't say it so ugly, you are also a Mahayana master, with you, our Ling family, how much is there a guarantee, isn't it? So I decided to use the master-servant method to let you sign a master-servant contract with my mother. ”

"What? Don't you think! ”

Ling Ditian immediately assumed a defensive posture.

He has devised thousands of years of conspiracy, and in his eyes, there is no one on this earth who can be compared to him, he is the Pope of Light, and he is also the person who is currently the highest cultivator on the earth!

But now, it is impossible to accept that he should be made a slave of a person, even if this person is his wife.

You must know that in Emperor Ling's heart, Long Ling'er was just a pawn-like existence at the beginning. Although he has had some real feelings in the past few decades, to be honest, let him sign the master-servant contract, he is 10,000 unwilling in his heart, and he would rather die than give in!

Looking at Ling Ditian's face of rejection and disgust, Ling Fei shrugged.

"Old man, I'm really sorry, I can't help you about this matter."

As he spoke, Ling Fei raised his hands and shot out two bloody rays from his sleeve.

"What's that?"

Ling Ditian's pupils shrank, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It's okay, it's your and my mother's blood."

"Bastard, bring it to me."

How could Ling Ditian not know that with these two drops of blood, once he signed the master-servant contract, he would not even have a chance to resist, and he would really become a wife slave from then on.

However, Ling Fei had already prepared, and even the magic recipe was prepared in advance, and the two blood rays were submerged into the heads of both sides, and Ling Ditian didn't even react, so he became his wife's slave.

Moreover, this kind of soul contract, once formed, cannot be unbroken for eternity and eternity, unless he cultivates to the point of a god! But I don't know when it will be, and by that time, Ling Fei will probably be a hundred times stronger than him, so his life, oh no, it can be said that eternal life and eternity are all over, and his life will always be bound to his wife Long Ling'er. From now on, Long Ling'er said east, he really can't go west!

This time, it's not acting, it's real!

"No ——!"

Ling Ditian screamed miserably, and his face instantly turned like ashes.

It's over, it's really over, he didn't even have a chance to resist, so he was directly signed a contract.

The conspiracy of three thousand years was like a joke at this time, and it was easily cracked by Ling Fei.