The style of the year......

Yun Yin has no impression of his father since he was a child, and the only memories he has heard from others and then fantasized about them.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile, and proudly said, "How can that dead old man compare with me? Look! I'll be ten million times better than him in the future! ”

"However," Wan Huajun paused, "This time to open the Heavenly Dao, except for me and Hui You, the rest of the six Immortal Monarchs need to sit in the Dharma and stand in formation."

But you also know the current fairy world, people's hearts are not ancient, and they are deceitful. Verbally speaking, it is a good thing, but in fact they are people who only speak out and do not contribute.

And the establishment of the 'Heavenly Dao' is a change of life against the sky, and once this formation is formed, no one can leave the table without authorization. And those group of Immortal Monarchs, I don't dare to guarantee that they will ......"

Before Wan Huajun's words were finished, Yun Yin instantly understood what he wanted to express.

After thinking about it in a low voice, he raised his head and gave Wan Hua a bright and sunny smile, "Don't worry, Ben Yunjun's speech and spirit technique is to control some disobedient people!" ”

Seeing Yun Yin confidently playing the package ticket, Wanhua smiled a little bitterly.

How easy is it to control others with the secret art of speech and spirit, if you are not careful, it will lead to backlash, and the spirit will leave the body, and you will not be able to return.

Looking at Yun Yin's confident appearance, Wan Huajun responded.

The two of them knew that Yun Yin's secret art of speech and spirit had not reached the point of perfection, and they could not directly order others to do things and control their consciousness through the words they spoke. Only through the white rune as the medium and the spiritual blood as the guide, the spiritual blood is engraved on the white rune.

The two worked together.

Wan Huajun also let them gather together first to discuss the matter of the Heavenly Dao, and there was no danger in deceiving them to open the Heavenly Dao. And Yun Yin took the opportunity to make a wave of his hand before they could speak, and put the white talisman on them.

So that they can't refuse it because of their face, so they have to open their mouths to agree, and form a spiritual contract, thus turning into temporary puppets.

However, this group of immortal monarchs has profound mana, and it is not something that he, a seventy or eighty-thousand-year-old immortal, can control. Therefore, he could only activate the Bagua Array Technique on the one hand, and when he recited the mantra on the other hand, he continued to use spiritual blood as a sacrifice to control those immortal monarchs.

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Yun Yin held the bronze broken sword, tiptoe to the ground, and kept waving it on the altar. His arm was cut by a bronze sword, and the bloody Ling stood there.

He frowned, he didn't have time to feel the pain, he just kept chanting mantras, drawing talismans, dancing swords, and summoning the moves of the Bagua Heavenly Dao Technique, which looked as good as dancing.

The spiritual blood that was sprinkled was not only maintaining the operation of the Heavenly Dao, but also trying to suppress the thinking of the Immortal Monarchs.

Hearing Xiao Chi's crisp call, the heavenly path above opened, and the phoenix dove slowly landed, stumbling a few steps on the ground as if it was a little powerless.

And Qing Wei's body seemed to be out of balance, her eyes were tightly closed, and her face was very painful.

Yun Yin was overjoyed when he saw Qing Wei returning, and even paused for his tricks.

But there was a pause for a while, and the immortal monarch sitting suddenly woke up, you look at me, I look at yours, I don't know what I'm doing in this formation.

Yun Yin was frightened, and hurriedly recited the trick, burning the white talismans on their bodies before they could find out.

The Heavenly Dao above the firmament had already closed, and the bronze mirror on Qing Wei's chest gushed out, merging with a little whirlpool in the sky at an extremely fast speed.

The immortals raised their heads violently and looked at all this in astonishment.

Wan Hua sighed in his heart, there was only one piece in the Sky Realm, but when he teleported Qing Wei and Yun Yin to the Flood Wilderness, it was divided into two. The main body fell into the flood with Qing Wei, and the second kick stayed outside the corridor of the Ten Thousand Flower Tower.

Therefore, they are unable to spy on the heavens with the help of secondary bodies.