Feng Zhentian was just surprised.

He has broken the causal relationship with these old people, and he will not have any more emotions when they meet again.

Hate Tianyao didn't deliberately make him nostalgic, but just motioned for him to watch it.

I saw—

Bai Shangstairs flipped his palm, and a testamentary ball appeared in his hand.

He pointed five fingers at one: "Receive!" ”

In an instant, all the testamentary balls in the various branches of the Tianluo Divine Temple turned into a white light and flew in front of Bai Shanglou, accumulating more and more, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a large white ball that was nearly one person high.

Bai went upstairs and pressed his hand on the big white ball, his eyebrows were solemn, and he suddenly shouted: "Get out!" ”

As the words fell, the Testament Ball erupted into a burst of intense light and dispersed in all directions.

The person corresponding to the testament ball, no matter where he was, suddenly shook his spirit, and the whole person set off uncontrollably towards the headquarters of the Tianluo Temple.

Including Zhao Jinyan, there is no exception.

Their consciousness is clear, but they are unable to resist at all.

It's like, all of a sudden, someone grabbed the heart.

With the slightest movement, the heart will be crushed.

There was a look of horror on their faces.

What went wrong?

No one could have imagined that the intimate, humane and inconspicuous probate ball would become their fatal ball-

But there's no point in being frightened.

They could only be led back to the Tianluo Temple like marionettes and enter the god-making hall.

The lobby was full of black stone pillars standing in the sky, covered with strange runes, and chains extended from the stone pillars, binding souls with painful expressions.

Every time a soul devours a divine soul, it will let out a terrible scream, which is terrifying.

In the past, they treated their enemies in this way.

Watching the enemy being devoured in a cry of pain, they were extremely relieved.

Who would have thought that now they would become one of the people to be devoured.

The less timid ones almost fainted on the spot.

The bold ones are too frightened to find the north.

They had always thought that they were the subordinates of the Tianluo Temple, or even the management, who knows, they were just stockpiling grain.

Zhao Jinyan's eyes showed various emotions such as anger, unwillingness, and pain, and suddenly, he suddenly activated the power that belonged to the Yan clan in the depths of his soul, and a burst of purple light erupted from his body, forcibly breaking free of the shackles of the will ball, and staggering backwards.

Seeing this, the rest of the people who couldn't move showed envy in their eyes, and they struggled with all their strength.

"Huh!"

Bai Shangstairs sneered lightly, and raised his hand to pinch Zhao Jinyan's testament ball, which had just run out of the big ball.

Burst!

There was a muffled sound.

The heart is crushed.

Zhao Jinyan fell by the door of the god-making hall, blood gushing out of his mouth.

Zhao Jinyan opened his eyes and didn't blink his eyes-

The soul guards in the god-making hall quickly came up, grabbed the slightly purple divine soul floating out of the body, and dragged it to the black stone pillar.

"Ahh

The soul man let out a heart-rending scream again, no matter how Zhao Jinyan's soul struggled, it was useless.

At the moment of death, Zhao Jinyan still thought about how he could die before the great cause was accomplished...... How could he die like this?

This is a question that no one can answer him.

……

After reading the whole process, Feng Zhentian raised his eyebrows and said: "Ten martial marquis make a martial king, and ten martial kings make a martial emperor?" It only takes a million Martial Hou Divine Souls to create a Martial God, which is quite easy. ”

- without counting the loss.

Hate Tianyao's face showed a little smugness.

Without waiting for him to speak, Feng Zhentian said again: "However, this seat doesn't quite understand, what are you creating a martial god for day and night?" You don't need so much to rule the Cangyun Continent. ”

The smugness on Hate Tianyao's face was even worse: "Aren't you very smart? ”

Feng Zhentian waved his hand lazily: "This seat is indeed smart. But the wisdom of this seat never needs to be in such a selfish matter - no matter how smart a normal person is, he can't figure out the intentions of a madman, right? ”

Hate Tianyao didn't get angry.

He looked at the light mirror, his eyes were more gloomy than usual, but with a fanaticism that he hadn't had before: "My original purpose of using the Soul Separation Poison was not to create a god, but to find the true blood of the phoenix. ”

Appearances can be camouflaged.

Spirits can't be disguised.

Just like Zhao Jinyan, he is a Yan clan, and his soul naturally carries a trace of the color and aura of the Yan clan.

It's a pity that he spent so many years, but he only found a few Heavenly Phoenix Clan, and he didn't see a single shadow of the Phoenix God Clan and Phoenix True Blood.

Later, he happened to see the abandoned divine soul after being poisoned by the soul, and thought that instead of wasting it, it was better to collect it for his own use, so he took the god-making plan through the soul clan.

Feng Zhentian's eyes narrowed slightly: "What are you looking for Phoenix True Blood for?" ”

Hate Tianyao's voice was rough and resentful, and he said word by word: "Use the true blood of the phoenix to refine the Heavenly Mandate Phoenix Knife and cut a road to the sky!" ”

"Your goal is to ascend to immortality?" Feng Zhentian was really surprised this time, "The Heavenly Mandate Phoenix Sword is so troublesome, it's better to go directly to the Ancient Divine Sword who hates Xiaoyao." ”

It has always been rumored in the Cangyun Continent that Hate Xiaoyao used the Ancient Divine Sword to split the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and ascend to immortality.

In fact, it was not the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder that hated Xiaoyao, but the one who split a road to the sky.

Hate Tianyao gritted his teeth and said: "I am not a sword cultivator, and I can't reach the kendo attainment of Hate Xiaoyao." ”

Feng Zhentian laughed out loud: "It's rare that you would admit that you are not as good as him." ”

Hate Tianyao glanced at him coldly: "So what? As long as I succeed in cultivating the Heavenly Mandate Phoenix Sword, I will be able to cut a path to heaven no matter what. ”

The biggest difference between the Heavenly Mandate Phoenix Sword and the Ancient Divine Sword is that the Ancient Divine Sword must be powerful by the owner to be useful, while the Heavenly Mandate Phoenix itself is the biggest killing weapon in heaven and earth, and it has nothing to do with the master's cultivation.

The ancient Bodhi tree is dead, and the road to heaven has been broken, which is the fastest and most likely path to immortal ascension for Hate Tianyao.

He didn't care about the Tianluo Temple at all.

All he cared about was when he would get the full Phoenix Knife.

Feng Zhentian smiled noncommittally, and then asked, "What is your purpose in ascending to immortal?" Looking for revenge? ”

These words successfully stimulated the hatred of Tianyao.

Hating Tianyao's face became extremely hideous, his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and his voice was as ugly as a knife scraping bones: "Obviously, the first person to know the past was me, why do you hate Xiaoyao?" How could he take away the past?! Why can he fly in the fairy world and the past? ”

Feng Zhentian was stunned.

Back then, Hate Xiaoyao was invincible in the world, and Hate Tianyao followed behind Hate Xiaoyao's ass like a little follower, and there was no sense of existence.

He couldn't figure out why Hate Tianyao would do so many heinous things.

Now, he finally understood.

Hate the sky and like the past.

Mao Dun Literature