All of Lingyun's wishes are for revenge, just to bite him.

Now, Bagu, who had lost the power of the True Yuan in the bronze pillar, was accompanied by a scream, filled with the stench of barbecue, and turned into a pile of ashes.

He's dead, his wish has been granted, and he's ready to go on his way.

Ye Feihua saw her pitiful, and couldn't help but persuade:

"Seniors, since you have survived the millennium, why not continue to live. Your disciple, we have controlled you!"

If she can live for a thousand years, she can continue to live.

Lingyun's hideous face was full of peace, and she seemed to have let go of all her thoughts, and said with a light smile:

"Hehe, look at me now, can I live? The lamp is exhausted, and it is all supported by an immortal heart. Seeing that you are kind-hearted, I have given you the treasure that my god has hidden! Will you help me to remove the chains?"

Lingyun's eyes were peaceful, and he wanted to give Ye Feihua treasures.

Such a chance, if it were an ordinary person, he would have agreed directly.

However, Leng Qiu and the three of them glanced at each other and didn't move.

Not to mention that she doesn't have a baby anywhere on her, even if she does, who dares to guarantee that it is not a trap?

Leng Qiu took two steps forward, stood in front of Lingyun, stared into her eyes, and whispered:

"Aragami Jue, Aragami Fury Ten Blows, it's your reliance, right? Absorb the breath of the surrounding wilderness, as long as the dantian is not abolished, you can live forever. If you leave the cannon brand, you can be reborn with a broken arm and grow limbs, right?"

Knowing what she is cultivating, these inferences are reasonable.

As for death, how can a generation of chosen sons be willing to die?

It's just a means to paralyze them.

Leng Qiu looked at her eyes and found that her pupils contracted instantly, and there was a flickering light.

Lingyun's heart was shocked, and she couldn't hide the changes in her eyes.

Barely suppressing the shock, he asked Dingding:

"How do you know my cultivation techniques, how do you know my supernatural powers, who are you?"

She was extremely shocked, from the time the two of them met to the present, it took less than a stick of incense to know the details.

It's simply impossible!

He's terrible!

The more frightened he became, Leng Qiu continued:

"Not only did I know that you could be reborn with a broken arm, but I even knew that your strength had surpassed that of Bagu, but I didn't do it for a long time. It should take a considerable amount of time, or enough energy. We can't give it!"

Seeing the huge change in her eyes, he knew that he was right again.

"Who the hell are you, why do you know about me, you are a descendant of the Aragami Temple?"

Lingyun's face was full of shock, and she guessed wildly, feeling that it was the most likely situation.

However, I only saw Leng Qiu shaking his finger and said in a deep voice:

"We're not, don't guess. If you can surrender to me, I will consider letting you live! ”

The two girls were surprised, Leng Qiu was so bold that she wanted to let a chosen son of a thousand years ago be her slave?

Isn't this a hidden danger around you?

Who dares to guarantee that she has no crooked thoughts, in case of an outbreak, it will be out of control!

With worry and panic in his eyes, he stared at Leng Qiu, hoping that he wouldn't do anything stupid.

When Lingyun heard this, she looked at him deeply, as if she wanted to see him through.

In my mind, I skip one thought after another.

For a long time, as if unable to do anything, she finally spoke:

"Since you see through it, it is your slave to be it. To be able to kill Bagu proves that you are strong, to see through my details at a glance, to prove that you have a lot of knowledge, and to dare to make me a slave, you have a lot of courage! What more could you ask for?"

The things I just thought about were all said, and I accepted Leng Qiu's conditions.

Ye Feihua and Yin Miao glanced at each other, feeling that Leng Qiu was seeking skin with the tiger.

"Young Master Leng, please think twice. can be the chosen son, whether it is talent, heart, understanding and action, he is superhuman, and he is decisive in killing. ”

Yin Miaoyi couldn't help but be worried, swung her waist, walked to him, and whispered.

For the chosen son of the Yipin sect, he is full of jealousy.

Ye Feihua next to her, as a saintess of the second-grade sect, also felt that it was inappropriate, the contrast was too strong.

Even Feng Jiu, who was standing on Leng Qiu's shoulder, had his little eyes on his side face at the moment, looking left and right.

"If she kills you, I don't care!

The crisp sound, spreading through the air, is impossible to ignore.

Leng Qiu faced their worries, smiled faintly, and said:

"She must make a vow, or how can I admit it? Moreover, I have the means to make her dare not disagree with me!"

It is not his personality that he is naturally sure to control the other party and put himself in danger.

Yin Miaoyi still wanted to say something, but Leng Qiu patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Alright, you take the opportunity to rest and recuperate. Or go to the back palace for a while, you can't lose!"

The two women frowned slightly, knowing that he didn't want them to know the so-called means, stared at him and walked outside.

After sending the two girls away, the Snowflake Flying Frost Sword appeared in Leng Qiu's hand.

A sword stabbed into the center of Lingyun's eyebrows, as fast as lightning, and it contained terrifying thunder light.

Faced with the sudden scene, Lingyun was so frightened that the pupils of her eyes contracted rapidly.

Wanting to defend, she has no hands.

I wanted to dodge, but I was fixed on the cannon brand.

I wanted to shout, but I was gagged by the strong wind.

The instantaneous change broke her heart, and she just tilted her head.

But he couldn't dodge the rapid sword momentum, and instantly stabbed into the center of his eyebrows.

However, Lingyun didn't feel dead.

His eyes stared at the long sword in the center of his eyebrows, and there was countless blood mixed with a mysterious halo on it, gradually condensing into a golden slave character.

She watched the slave word seep into her mind little by little.

In my mind, the image of Leng Qiu suddenly appeared, constantly magnified, and seemed to fill the whole mind.

His words and deeds can affect her thinking and sanity.

It was as if there was an extra god in her mind and she had to follow his will.

Such a scene, Lingyun never imagined.

Even if it's a painstaking oath, she'll find a way to crack it. But the changes that Leng Qiu made directly acted on the divine soul and could not be lifted at all.

suddenly understood why Leng Qiu was not afraid of her being a slave.

There are still many things in my heart, and the cold autumn in my mind has become boundless and huge, high and high.

She was like trash in the dust, ready to give her life.

"Lingyun meets the master! Serve the master, and have no regrets in this life!"

When the Snowflake Flying Frost Sword left, Lingyun called it extremely reverently.

It's just that she has difficulty moving, she has no hands or feet, only chains pass through the lute bone and hang in mid-air.

Leng Qiu didn't respond, and the long sword in his hand slashed through the two chains, accompanied by sparks and clanging noises, easily slashing.

When she was about to fall to the ground, Leng Qiu Zhenyuan grabbed it with her big hand and put it on the chair next to Bagu that she often sat on.

The chains were still attached to her lute bones, which had long since grown with her flesh and needed to be processed slowly.

There are no limbs, and the chest and abdomen are yellow, and there is oil sliding off them.

A face, a thousand ravines, I don't know how many knives have been cut.

Shaped like a terrible ghost, it is extremely miserable.