In desperation, after the kid stabbed to death the three senior brothers, he slowly walked to Fan Zhen's side.

"I'm sorry~ Senior Brother Fanzhen, I'm afraid the kid won't be able to barbecue for you in the future, please let me call you again, 'really annoying' Senior Brother!'Poof~uh!'. The boy stabbed the dagger into his chest with his backhand, and the blood from the wound flowed to the ground like a blood flower. The boy's body lay back weakly, dissipating his anger.

At the same time, "No~!ah!" Fan Zhen let out a heart-rending cry of pain.

At the same time, there was a crisp sound of 'po~', and the 'Dream Cultivation Realm' formed by Fan Zhen using the 'power of the Void' could no longer resist the erosion of the 'Heavenly Evil Qi', and it was helplessly shattered. However, when Fan Zhen's 'Dream Cultivation Realm' instantly collapsed and collapsed, the surrounding 'Heavenly Evil Qi' was immediately stopped in place and no longer attacked Fan Zhen.

"Boy~!Stinky boy~!You can't die. Fan Zhen didn't estimate his own safety, and immediately pounced on the kid, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be stopped, pouring out. Fan Zhen held the kid's body tightly in his arms, and kept shaking it and calling softly, everything in his eyes became blurred, only in his mind, the kid innocently smirked, "Senior Brother Fan Zhen, when will you be willing to teach me the 'Dream Cultivation Realm'? I really want to be like you, and I can practice in my dreams." ”

The memories of the past have dissipated like a cloud of smoke, no matter how much Fan Zhen roars, they are gone forever, everything in the cave in the forbidden place seems to be so quiet, if it weren't for Feng Lan and Yang Qing standing aside, Fan Zhen really hopes, everything that happened today is a nightmare.

"Boy, senior brother, I'm really sorry for you~!With your soul power, you will never be able to learn the 'Dream Cultivation Realm', but I have never told you, I'm sorry~~!" Fan Zhen gently put the kid's body on the ground, stood up again, slowly raised his head, looked at Feng Lan, and his eyes revealed a ripple of blue light.

"Feng Lan, haven't you always wanted my 'Void Realm Power'?Okay~!I'll give it to you~!hey~ya~" Fan Zhen raised his head, his palms were up, his limbs were spread flat, and a cylindrical thick blue light shot out from his entire body, and the blue light rushed straight up, breaking through the 'Heavenly Evil Qi' on the top of his head, and Fan Zhen's body also turned into a little dust.

"Sect Master, this Fan Zhen actually blew up his body and dissipated his strength, it's really hateful~!" Yang Qing said indignantly behind Feng Lan. Feng Lan was silent, looked up and found that there was a gathering of the blue light that Fan Zhen's body shot out just now.

The blue light gradually converged into a human form, like a mortal form surrounded by a blue flame, standing in the void. "Er~ya~!" A piercing cry came from the mouth of the blue fanzhen, and then he leaned over and rushed towards Feng Lan.

Feng Lan didn't dare to hesitate at all, and quickly condensed the 'Heavenly Evil Qi' in front of her, wanting to stop the attacking Fan Zhen. "Poof~!" Lan Fanzhen, who condensed his soul power and the 'power of the Void Realm', easily passed through the 'Heavenly Evil Qi' that blocked him, came to Feng Lan's body, and wrapped Feng Lan's body.

Feng Lan stood in place, her whole body seemed to be burned by blue fire, and the primordial spirit in her body was constantly eroded by the soul power of mortal truth. "Ah~! bastard. How dare you do this to me~!" Feng Lan held his head tightly with both hands, and the pain of his headache and soul burning made him really unable to bear this pain. Feng Lan's body collapsed and fell to the ground, and then her body curled up and kept withdrawing.

"Sect Master~!Sect Master~!" Yang Qing kept exhaling on the side. At this time, Feng Lan had lost the power to resist, and fell to the ground weakly, her body pulled out a few times from time to time, her eyes were empty and without essence, and Feng Lan before was simply like two people, however, just when Feng Lan was about to die, the blue flame burning on her body gradually faded.

Feng Lan said weakly: "Yang Qing~Hurry~!Give me the root of the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass'." ”

Yang Qing was taken aback, immediately hesitated, and pondered in his heart: "The seeds of the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass' are planted in his body, which was given to him by Feng Lan before, and the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass' has absorbed his own essence and blood over the years, and the branches and leaves that have grown have been eaten by Fan Zhen before, which has greatly damaged his vitality, if the spiritual root of the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass' is taken out from his body and given to Feng Lan, then it will be possible for the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass' to take away his life's strength, and it will be possible for him to die of his essence." ”

"Yang Qing~!What are you hesitating about?Have I treated you badly over the years?This is the time for you to repay me, hurry~!If my soul power is not recovered in time, it will leave hidden dangers in the future, I promise that after my soul power recovers in time, I will help you repay you twice the loss of the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass', if I can't pass this level, do you think you will have any good results?hmm~?" Feng Lan urged Yang Qing.

Yang Qing thought for a while, then he no longer hesitated, and slapped his right hand into a palm on his abdomen, breaking the root of the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass', the part connected to his body, and then Yang Qing clenched his fists, and violently "poof~!", a mouthful of blood was drawn out of Yang Qing's abdomen and sprayed to the ground, which contained a black black silk as thin as a hair. This black silk is the root of the 'Ten-Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass', which swims freely in the body every day with Yang Qing's control, and when it is time to spread the leaves, it will be led to the palm of the hand, and the more leaves it grows, the more puppet bodies it gets.

Yang Qing has been at the level of the Spirit King since Tianxing, Qinglin and Cold Night entered the Maple Wood Sect, and now Qinglin and Cold Night are already at the middle level of the Spirit King, and Yang Qing is still the Spirit King, it can be seen that over the years, on the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass', a different plant, how much effort has been put in, it has been able to make the leaves of the 'Puppet Spirit Grass' grow to ten leaves, and the puppet that has been transformed is also at the Spirit Scholar level, according to Yang Qing's feelings, after another year, Yang Qing cultivated this one' The ten-leaf puppet spirit grass', the puppet turned into must also be at the level of the spirit king, and when the time comes, one spirit king will be equivalent to eleven spirit kings, although all true generals ' The ten-leaf puppet spirit grass' branches and leaves are swallowed, but the spiritual power that Yang Qing has accumulated over the years is still contained in the root of the puppet spirit grass, that is, in his own body, as long as he can recover after one year of cultivation, he can still be stronger than other spirit kings after two years, as his level continues to improve, the puppet body transformed by the puppet spirit grass will continue to improve, and now let Yang Qing give up the puppet spirit grass that has spent many years of hard work and energy to Feng Lan, how can he be willing.

Looking at the root of the 'Ten Leaf Puppet Spirit Grass' that he spit out, Yang Qing really wanted to immediately pounce on it again and put it into his stomach again, but he also knew the consequences of doing so, that is, being turned into a dead soldier by Feng Lan and becoming a monster that felt nothing, knew no pain, no blood and no tears.

Yang Qing had seen those two dead soldiers, maybe it could be said that they were two half-finished dead soldiers, because they were unconscious and did not know how to attack flexibly, and they had to have a person with huge mental power to control them on the side. However, the identity of the Sect Master of Feng Lan cannot be easily exposed, and Yang Qing's spiritual power is not strong enough, so Feng Lan will repeatedly find some people who are easy to be ignored by others to make his own experiments, wanting to make a conscious dead soldier, but how easy is it? Just by making those two dead soldiers who are not successful, there are already dozens of disciples of the Maple Wood Sect who have been killed.

Feng Lan trembled and stretched out her right hand, and from the piece of blood that Yang Qing spit out, she gently pinched the 'Puppet Spirit Grass' with her index finger and thumb, and then she was not disgusting, she put it directly into her mouth, swallowed the root of the 'Puppet Spirit Grass', and then sat up cross-legged with her body, absorbing the huge spiritual power contained in it.

The moment Feng Lan swallowed the 'Puppet Spirit Grass', Yang Qing immediately felt that the feeling connected to it in his body was cut off, and his body trembled violently, as Yang Qing's body trembled, his face turned blue, his cheeks sunken in, his black eye circles stood out, and the whole person became extremely thin, as if he had been sucked out of his essence and blood and had not slept for a long time. "Knock~!" Yang Qing fell in response, and a faint breath came out of his mouth.

Feng Lan exhaled a breath of turbid air and recovered her soul power and physical strength, "The 'power of the empty realm' really lives up to its reputation, I didn't expect that with the strength of the True Spirit King, it can actually cause such a huge power to me, if it weren't for the last moment, the power of Fan Zhen was exhausted, I'm afraid I would really be buried, he~he~!" Feng Lan didn't laugh angrily, her right hand stretched out into her palm, and a faint soul breath was constantly beating, "Fan Zhen~Fan Zhen~!" You didn't expect it, at the last moment, I still let me capture your soul body, even if your body is gone, what can I do? What I want is your huge spiritual power and soul power, and when my strength is strong enough in the future, I will also borrow your remaining 'power of the void' as a medium to guide me to master my 'power of the void', ha~ha~ha~! Surprise, because of the blessing of disguise, I can finally be refined, my ideal dead man~!"

Feng Lan held the remaining soul power in his hand, squinted at Yang Qing who was paralyzed on the side, and smiled coldly, "Hmph~!, you actually dared to hesitate just now, now you have become a waste, don't say I don't care about you, I happen to lack a strong body at the level of a spirit king, it is better for you to be my dead soldier, but don't worry, I am completely sure that I can succeed this time." Feng Lan glanced at the wisp of soul power in her hand again, "Yang Qing~ You just sleep quietly, I promise that you will become a real dead soldier who is different." ”

"No~!Sect Master, you can't do this to me~!No~!No~......" As Yang Qing's weak resistance struggled, Feng Lan pointed at Yang Qing's eyebrows, making Yang Qing sleep peacefully, and then continued to beat in the palm of his hand, and the wisp of mortal soul power was implanted in Yang Qing's body, "Hmph, don't think that the dead are useless to me~!" Feng Lan's hands were staggered in the air, and the black mist surging in the air carried five wisps of remnant souls to Feng Lan, "Aren't you going to be brothers?" Then I will fulfill you, so that you will never be separated, and obediently become the nourishment of my dead soldiers. Five wisps of remnant soul were given to the surface of Yang Qing's body by Feng Lan and soaked into Yang Qing's skin.

Feng Lan summoned an endless rolling black mist, enveloping Yang Qing's body, and kept chanting words in his mouth, separating some of his spiritual power and spiritual power into the black mist.

After half a pillar of incense, the mist gradually dispersed, and a figure slowly appeared in it, this person looked extremely strange, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his eyes were prominent, his body was tall and thin, just like a dried corpse, his ten fingers were thin and straight, and his nails were dark black, although he looked extremely thin, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and it would be blown immediately, but the breath exuded from this person's body was very strong, and bursts of killing intent were transmitted from his body, which was close to people's flesh and bones, which made people shudder.

"Haha~! Succeeded~!The real dead man~! Finally succeeded in refining by me. Feng Lan laughed in surprise. "Tell me your name~!" Feng Lan was very curious, the soul power of the seven people was condensed into one body, which soul power occupied the main position?

The strange man in front of Feng Lan slowly raised his head, lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at Feng Lan, and then lowered his head again, "It's really annoying~!, I'm Fan Zhen~!", Feng Lan was shocked in his heart, the pain that Fan Zhen created to his soul just now made him feel a lot of palpitations, but when he noticed that Fan Zhen in front of him was not hostile to him, he let go of his heart a little, because this dead man still has his own spiritual power hidden in his body, as long as he is a little unfaithful, he can kill him immediately. And the dead man in front of him is just a mortal soul, but his behavior and heart belong to Yang Qing, so he also meets Feng Lan's requirements.

"Good~!Everything is true~!You can't be used by me in life, but after death, you are still under my control, and you are more faithful. I like it very much, but it's a pity that the 'power of the void' in your body can't be controlled by me for the time being, but as long as you are in this world for a day, you can't resist me after all, and you will stay here in the future, you can only obey my orders, without my permission, you must not make the slightest move, is it clear?"

"Yes~!"

"Ha~ha~ha~!" Feng Lan laughed wildly and turned around and left the forbidden land, leaving only this dead man who couldn't tell whether it was Fan Zhen or Yang Qing, standing still in place like a wood carving, not moving, but a glimmer of blue light occasionally flashed in his eyes.