His body was also in the hands of others. Even his essence and blood are pinched in the hands of others.

Don't want to surrender.

But they had to surrender.

Si Yutian felt the reluctance of the remnants of the Yue Sword Man's consciousness, a pair of phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and his voice became cold: "You can think clearly, your corpse has already recognized me as the master." I am asking for your opinion now as a sign of respect for you. Otherwise, with the crippled level of your consciousness, I could even be destroyed in an instant! ”

When the blood of the demigods heard this, they panicked: Don't ......

His remnants of consciousness cannot be destroyed.

His soul had been shattered by the Nine Heavens Thunder and Fire Tribulation, and this remnant consciousness had taken him thousands of years to gather from all corners of the Yue Jian Heavenly Palace, condensed in these three drops of essence blood.

Can they be resurrected and reborn, but they are just pointing to them!

Si Yutian's eyes were as black as a black hole, and the corners of his lips hooked up with an extremely evil arc: "Then you will recognize me as the master." Not only your corpse, but also your blood, your remnant consciousness, all of them must recognize me as Lord! ”

The blood of the demigod hesitated for a long time, and said: Si Yutian, you give me three days to think about it.

"Yes, you can."

Si Yutian responded indifferently.

Immediately after that, he began to close his eyes and cultivate.

Ask him what he is cultivating?

Of course, it is from the blood of the demigods, extracting the power of the demonic path. These black powers are something that Xiao Luo can't absorb. It also does not do any good to Mu Qianyan's curse, but will aggravate the condition.

But these demonic powers are also part of the blood of the demigods.

Si Yutian's refining behavior made him feel very painful.

The blood of the demigods begged: Si Yutian, can you leave me a little?

Even if it was the power of the Demon Dao, it was also a part of his power, and it was also something he had cultivated over the years, and he would feel distressed.

Si Yutian said coldly: "No."

Since he had already made up his mind to accept this Yue Jian as a servant, then he couldn't leave him too strong a force, lest one day, he would be resurrected successfully and become stronger, and he would want to rebel against his master.

After all, he was a former demigod.

After all, it is a peerless powerhouse who is only half a step away from the legendary Martial God.

Give him a chance to be resurrected and reborn, he can definitely cover the sky with one hand, and once again pretend to be a legend that shocks the mainland.

The blood of the demigods lamented: Ah.

But what could he do but sigh?

Si Yutian is now equivalent to his heaven, his food and clothing, his parents, and his creation god. He must not disobey Si Yutian, he can only bow down and be small, and try to retain this residual consciousness as much as possible, in order to make a comeback in the future.

Si Yutian gave Yue Jianren three days to think about it.

And in these three days, Si Yutian was not idle, he tirelessly tempered the demonic power contained in these two drops of demigod blood.

He sat there cross-legged, a very strong dark aura lingering around his body.

The black smoke, one by one, stacked on top of each other, turned into wisps of tiny glow, and when the tiny glow converged into a thick and terrifying huge black demon, Si Yutian's cultivation once again stepped into a new realm.

"Second Order Crazy Martial Sect!"

When Si Yutian opened his eyes again, in the pupils like black holes, the dark demonic qi that gushed out was almost substantiated and liquidized.