The mountain range here in the aura world is more than 10,000 kilometers away from the lost temple.

Huang Si's soul passed through the balancer and then extended over, and he couldn't have reached this far.

But just now his family was about to be bullied, and Huang Si was anxious and thought of a good way.

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

Therefore, you only need to put your body in a safe place on the side of the green world, and then put the book in the garden of roses, and switch over, and you can temporarily take the book of creation as the core position of the soul, and extend it.

Without a balancer as an intermediate channel, the spiritual force field can be extended to the limit, 20,000 kilometers.

Huang Si came to the scene, caught this short-eyed scattered immortal, and smashed him dozens of times in a row as a punishment.

dared to bully his family and his family, and he was tired of living.

After apologizing, he got up from the ground and stood aside.

He peeked at Deathwing, a little afraid that it would find its gaze.

"Dawn!"

Huang Si snorted.

Deathwing's massive body took a step forward, its front paws slightly raised.

"I am the Lord of the Temple, the dragon god Netsario, whose name is Deathwing. Would you like to be my believer? ”

"This dragon god is fair and open, you give your soul, your freedom, and recognize me as Lord, and I can give you a physical body and, eternal life!"

Yao Sun saw that Deathwing did not force him, but relieved himself.

But when he heard Deathwing's words, he became suspicious again.

"Offering your soul and freedom? Isn't this the art of soul control? ”

Yao Ri Zhenren looked very scared.

"What is soul control?"

Huang Si asked him.

"The soul control technique is a soul secret technique, which can only be performed by true immortals, and the person who is controlled by the soul will lose his own will and be completely controlled by the master, this is an extremely terrifying secret technique!"

If it was really a soul control technique, he would not want to be soul controlled even if he committed suicide.

Although he has not seen it, he has seen it in the records of the ruins, and being controlled by the soul is equivalent to the loss of the person's self, which is no different from death.

Wait, this Deathwing doesn't know about this secret technique.

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

The dawn was still thinking about it, when he heard the huge voice of Deathwing coming from above:

"So, can the person who performs the soul control technique see the memories of the person who is being controlled by the soul? Can the knowledge and experience of the person who is controlled by the soul be shared directly with the master? ”

"Of course not, unless the person who controls the soul commands the person who is being charged with the soul to say it."

"This soul control technique is too weak, isn't it?"

Huang Si complained and asked:

"Then why are you so scared, as if you don't want to accept soul control?"

"That's nature!"

Yao Rizhen shouted, his eyes full of fear.

"After being charged with the soul, they are slaves, and most of them will be directly sent by their masters to fight, or block knives, or even be ordered to kill their relatives directly...... This terrible pain, you don't know ......"

Yao Ri Zhenren shook his head.

There are many tragedies in the records that followed the murder of the soul.

"What? Why should the master of the soul control be so bad to the person who is controlled by the soul? Aren't they subordinates? Isn't it right to be nice to your opponents? ”

Huang asked puzzled. He really couldn't think of why he deliberately mistreated his men.

"No, where are the subordinates, obviously slaves! The person who is controlled by the soul will only be used as cannon fodder, and at best only as a tool, and will still be sacrificed to protect the master when necessary. ”

"I see." Huang Si gradually began to understand the thinking of the people here, "In other words, it is mainly because the person who performs the soul control technique is too weak, right, so he will use his subordinates as cannon fodder and tools, and even be despicable enough to throw his subordinates out to block the knife and sacrifice." ”

"That's nature! Who thinks there aren't enough cannon fodder! ”

Yao Ri Zhenren shouted.

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

But even so, all the powerful true immortals have learned, and their slaves are also very numerous.

"I see, so if the master is strong enough, so strong that all his subordinates are not as strong as him combined, then won't his subordinates be able to live a good life without worrying about anything?"

"How can there be such a good thing? How can anyone be so strong? ”

Yao Ri Zhenren shook his head.

"Well, then, open your foolish eyes, Sun."

Deathwing's voice laughed sarcastically.

"Are you seeing people? Or is it a deity who is far superior to all the human races, to the cultivators, to the immortals, and above you? ”

Yao Ri Zhenren looked up.

There was not the slightest trace of cultivation on the huge body that covered the sky.

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

However, he, a scattered immortal, did not have the slightest strength to resist.

Thinking of this, Yao Rizhen's heart was shocked, and he finally understood the meaning of Deathwing.

Transcendent abilities that are completely beyond the knowledge of the practitioner.

Non-human, non-immortal, isn't there only gods!

In ancient legends, there were gods, but that was so long ago that everyone forgot that gods ever existed.

If this power is a true god.

Isn't he, really......

Hit the luck!

After thinking about it, whether this powerful god was true or not, there was really no need to deceive him like this when he could easily kill him.

"The Great God is above, I am willing to become a believer of the Great God and dedicate my soul and freedom to you!"

Without hesitation, the dawn man bowed down towards Deathwing.

"Yaori, recognize me as the Lord!"

Huang Si pressed his claws on the top of Yao Ri Zhenren's head, and the golden light flickered.

Assimilation complete.

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

Below, Yao Rizhen said to himself: "So that's the case...... Soul master, that's what a feeling. ”

He has not lost himself, but he has a heartfelt belief in his master.

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

Just as Yao Ri Zhenren was feeling the new experience after recognizing the Lord, Huang Si was also retrieving his memories.

After roughly reading the past of Yao Ri Zhenren, Huang Si also has an understanding of his past physical condition, and he can start to reshape his physical body for him.

"By the way, Yao Ri, do you want to go over that old man's body, or will I pinch another young one for you?"

Huang Si asked.

"Lord, master, can you really restore my youth?"

It's hard to believe your ears. Rejuvenating a life, this is something that even a true immortal can't do! You must know that when the longevity is exhausted, once the qi and blood decay, it is absolutely irretrievable.

Cultivating to a high level can only delay this process, but it is absolutely impossible to stop it or reverse it.

Therefore, people who cannot cultivate scattered immortals or true immortals, even in the Mahayana period, will live for a maximum of two thousand years, and finally die of reluctance to grow old.

He was already 1,500 years old when he became a scattered immortal, and he was a little older, and the final cultivation of the scattered immortal dharma body was still the same as before becoming an immortal.

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

"Piece of cake."

Huang Si said, an order passed, let Yao Ri Zhenren disperse the Dharma Body, and then, the power of creation condensed, and pinched Yao Ri Zhenren's fourteen-year-old body on the spot.

This body is directly pinched against the soul, and it naturally coincides with the soul.

Yao Ri Zhenren clenched his fist and raised his hand, looking at the back of his smooth and delicate hand in disbelief.

This body was full of life, and this vitality he had not felt for 6,000 years!