Hearing the threat of the human face, Zhang Yunhao suddenly sneered: "Jade is burned, do you have the ability to burn jade now?"

The face said: "Of course I have, if you force me, I will not be able to open a special space, so that the immortal soldier will sense me, and then he will definitely rush over and kill us all." ”

"Immortal soldiers, what a great threat!"

Zhang Yunhao said slowly, but the movement did not stop, and more and more blood-colored silk threads were wrapped around the face.

The human face roared angrily: "You think I'm joking, I'd rather die than become a weapon, and drag you to die with me!"

"Then let's die together? I, Zhang, have never been threatened all my life!"

Zhang Yunhao snorted coldly, in fact, he had already blocked this place with the Empty Mirror, and the immortal soldiers couldn't sense it at all, otherwise how could he be so arrogant?

Obviously unaware of this, she was stunned and asked, "Are you really going to die with me?"

"We warriors are never afraid of death. ”

Zhang Yunhao said: "The question is, are you afraid?"

The face shouted angrily: "I'm just a consciousness, what am I afraid of?"

Zhang Yunhao sneered: "You are not just consciousness, you are also a poor god, if you die, the poor god will be completely finished!"

The human face, or the poor god, roared: "It's over, it's over, I just have a consciousness, I can pull you to the funeral, and make a lot of money!"

"So, here you go!"

Zhang Yunhao shouted fearlessly, he didn't believe that the poor god would drag him to die together, the gods were different from the warriors, they were very afraid of death, which was more similar to the divine soldiers.

"You ......"

The poor god's eyes flickered, and while she tried her best to resist the blood-colored silk thread, she gritted her teeth and said: "Then let's die together, anyway, it's a matter of time, if I don't merge with Qiaoqiao, the immortal soldiers will find us sooner or later." ”

"Don't just say it!"

Zhang Yunhao sneered: "Open the special space, poor god, don't let me despise you, come, show some manly spirit, and die with me!"

"You have a problem, you don't have a way to live, but you want to die together?"

The poor god felt a little crazy, and she shouted: "Also, I am not a master, I am a goddess, the most beautiful goddess in the world!"

Zhang Yunhao looked disdainful: "Don't you blush when you say this? Poor god poor god, as soon as you hear the name, you know that you don't look good, otherwise how can you be poor? No matter what world you are, beautiful women can't be poor!"

"I'm a poor god, not a poor myself!"

The poor god said angrily, then reacted and shouted: "What am I telling you to do this, martial artist, you stop immediately, otherwise I will open the special space immediately." ”

Zhang Yunhao said impatiently: "Hurry up and open it, it's verbose, what a girl!"

Poor and angry, just said man, and now he has become a pussy again, this guy is a bastard!

Angry is angry, but the poor god did not open a special space, until the last step, she didn't want to die, she had lived five or six thousand years ago, and she wanted to continue to live.

The longer people live, the more afraid they are of death, and the status of a poor god is so noble, usually clothed and fed, and worshiped by countless people, they are naturally more reluctant to die.

"Damn, I ran into a mad warrior!"

Since she didn't want to die, the poor god could only choose to compromise, and she said, "What do you want?

"If you don't become a weapon, there is only one end, and that is death!"

Zhang Yunhao shook his head and said, "Either he died in my hands, or he died in the hands of the immortal soldiers, there is no other possibility!"

"You let me fuse with Qiaoqiao, as long as the fusion is successful, I will be able to have the strength of the Sage, and when the time comes, I can help you. ”

The poor god persuaded him: "The Sage, which is equivalent to your Martial Saint, I don't need to say more about how powerful it is, right?"

Zhang Yunhao said: "I'm sorry, first, I can't trust you, second, Qiaoqiao is my friend, I won't help you deal with her!"

The poor god said angrily: "How can you deal with her? Let her become a god and let her have eternal life, this is helping her!"

"No, it's harming her, this thing is a god, to put it mildly, it's rubbish, a real warrior will never want to become a god. ”

Zhang Yunhao shook his head and said, "Do you know, the God of Power gave me a Divine Stone of the Earth God, but I have never been interested in fusing because I am a martial artist!"

"The Divine Stone of the Earth God?"

The poor god exclaimed: "Why don't you fuse, as soon as you merge, you will immediately become a great earth god!"

Zhang Yunhao said: "Xia worms can't be silent, I'm too lazy to tell you more, poor god, obediently be a weapon, don't waste my time." ”

The poor god's face was ugly, she was silent for a moment, and said helplessly: "Martial artist, you really want to kill them all and not give me a way to live?"

"Didn't I give it to you?"

Zhang Yunhao snorted coldly: "Hmph, even if I let you go now, do you really have a way to live?" You will only die at the hands of the immortal soldiers, poor god, you can only survive if you become a weapon." ”

"What's the use of becoming a weapon? Without the strength of a saint, it is impossible to escape from the immortal soldiers. ”

The poor god shook his head: "If I become a weapon, I can exert the strength of the primordial god at most, and there is still a limit." ”

"Yuanshen-level strength? is enough!"

Zhang Yunhao smiled: "As for the immortal soldiers, you don't have to worry, with me, he can't kill you, I Zhang Yunhao said!"

The poor god sneered and said, "Zhang Yunhao, who do you think you are, martial immortals?

"I don't blame you if you don't know me, but there's no next time!"

Zhang Yunhao smiled faintly, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and a mirror full of mysteries appeared in the space, exuding infinite mysterious light!

The poor god's eyes widened, and he shouted incredulously, "This is the Mirror of the Sky, the treasure of the gods, how can it be in your hands?"

Zhang Yunhao put away the Mirror of Emptiness and said, "The God of Power honors me, the Mirror of Emptiness is here, and the Immortal Soldiers don't even want to find you!"

The poor god was shocked to the extreme: "The god of power even gave you the mirror of the sky, are you his son?"

"You're his son!"

Zhang Yunhao said angrily, at this time, the poor god shook his head and said: "No, even if you are his son, he will not give you the Empty Mirror and the Power Fist, if I guessed correctly, you robbed him, right?"

A poor god is a god after all, not stupid!

"No, what kind of person am I, Zhang, how can I rob?"

Zhang Yunhao categorically denied: "It was he who was intimidated by my overlord and voluntarily gave me the artifact!"

"You're really thick-skinned, but with the Mirror of Emptiness, it can indeed block the senses of the immortal soldiers. ”

The poor god hesitated for a moment and sighed, "The question is, I am a god, how can I become a weapon?"

The poor god can't get past this hurdle, because she used to be a god, just like a billionaire, if she goes bankrupt one day, she will never let go of her dignity to be a beggar!

Weapons are worse than beggars!

"You're not a god, you're just a wisp of consciousness, Qiaoqiao is the real reincarnation of a poor god, isn't it a matter of course that you become a weapon?"

Zhang Yunhao shouted: "If you really can't let go of the poor god's business, you can keep persuading Qiaoqiao, as long as she is willing, you still have a chance." ”

"This ......"

The poor god hesitated, and Zhang Yunhao shouted: "Poor god, the last chance, surrender, or, I beat you to surrender!"

At the same time as Zhang Yunhao spoke, the blood-colored silk threads condensed around her suddenly erupted, breaking through the protection of the poor god and rolling towards her body!

The poor god's face was ugly, she was distracted just now, and the other party obviously didn't, she simply gave up resisting, and said: "I surrender, Zhang Yunhao, right? I am willing to become a weapon, but I am free, and besides, only Qiaoqiao can use me!"

Qiaoqiao is the reincarnation of the poor god, her own people, her own use, she can barely accept it!

"Don't worry, I'm a person who doesn't like to force others! Okay, don't resist!"

Zhang Yunhao laughed, and the blood-colored silk thread quickly tied up the poor god, turning it into a cocoon, and at the same time, a special mark quietly dived towards the core of the poor god.

The poor god didn't know the existence of the mark, she didn't resist, let Zhang Yunhao control it, and when she sensed that something was wrong, it was too late, and the mark was firmly attached to her core.

The poor god broke through the cocoon with the divine stone, and at the same time shouted in anger, "What is this, what are you going to do?

Zhang Yunhao didn't attack again, because what should have been done had already been done, and he said lightly: "It's just a safe means, this is the mark left by the immortals, with it, you won't be able to leak my information, you can't betray me!"

Zhang Yunhao showed so many things in front of the poor god, naturally he couldn't let her leak out, otherwise it would be a big trouble.

One immortal, two artifacts, and a divine stone that has not yet been found, not to mention the Martial Saint, even the Martial Immortal will be excited, if there is still a Martial Immortal!

The poor god gritted his teeth and said, "Despicable! It seems that the conditions you promised before were also fake?"

"This is not lying to you, you are free, and the only thing that can use you is Qiaoqiao!"

Zhang Yunhao shrugged his shoulders and said, "In fact, only Qiaoqiao can exert your power, to others, you are just an ordinary heavenly soldier!"

The poor god snorted coldly: "This is the reason why you keep your promise, right?"

"Perhaps!"

Zhang Yunhao didn't say much, he said: "Okay, before refining you into weapons, let's talk first!"

Although the poor god was very unhappy, she did not refuse, and she asked in a cold voice, "What do you want to know?"

"Your relationship with the Immortal Soldiers. ”

Zhang Yunhao said: "Say it from beginning to end, I need to know everything!"

The poor god was silent for a moment and said, "I can tell you this, but I have conditions!"

"What conditions, just say it, but you can't hurt Qiaoqiao, I'm Zhang, and I won't betray my friends!"

Zhang Yunhao said: "Also, please remember that you actually have no qualifications to talk about conditions in front of me, the reason why I am willing to agree to you is to give you face, please don't let me down!"

The poor god gritted his teeth secretly, this guy had a really tough attitude, but after thinking about it, she sighed helplessly, the other party has this qualification, and his life and death have been completely controlled by him.

"I don't ask for much, I hope you can take out eight more Heavenly Soldiers and fuse them with the skillful Poor Sword, so that the forged weapon will become a real holy soldier, instead of relying only on the power of the Divine Stone. ”

The poor god said: "You can also see that the divine stone is about to be broken, if it is only fused with the poor sword, then this holy soldier will be broken in a few times!"

Zhang Yunhao said with a smile: "This can be had! I will first borrow eight heavenly soldiers for Qiaoqiao." ”

"Borrow?"

The poor god was a little dissatisfied, Zhang Yunhao had eight heavenly soldiers that did not surprise her, this guy has two artifacts, what is the calculation of eight heavenly soldiers?

"Nonsense, of course it's borrowed, and the landlord's family has no surplus grain! You are a clever holy soldier, not mine!"

Zhang Yunhao rolled his eyes, although he and Qiaoqiao were friends, but they were eight heavenly soldiers, how could they be given to her casually?

You know, there are many celestials who don't even have a single heavenly soldier!

The poor god didn't bother to say much, she said: "Borrow it, borrow it, if there is a saint-grade metal, add it too, this effect is better!"

"Okay, anyway, Qiaoqiao will pay it back, I don't charge her interest!"

Zhang Yunhao did not refuse, he said: "Then, what about the information I want!"

The poor god said: "After I have achieved the Holy Soldier, I will tell you slowly, hurry up, this special space will not last long!"

"What if the special space doesn't last long? With the empty mirror, there is no need to worry about being discovered by the immortal soldiers!"

Zhang Yunhao frowned: "Poor god, don't delay time." ”

"What's the point of me stalling? I'm just a weapon, so what?"

The poor god said self-deprecatingly: "The special space was created by me using the power of the Divine Stone, and I want to take it back, so that the Holy Soldier will be even stronger." ”

"You're quite thrifty, but you're probably poor. ”

Zhang Yunhao smiled: "Okay, it's me who misunderstood, then let's start, by the way, call Qiaoqiao in first, when the holy soldier is refining, she needs her breath and blood!"

The poor god had no opinion, Zhang Yunhao waved his hand, left from the illusion space and returned to the dry well, and then, with a movement of his heart, Qiaoqiao outside stepped into the ancient well again!

Qiaoqiao said excitedly: "Little Overlord, are you going to start casting holy soldiers?"

"You're just sure he'll make it?"

The poor god snorted coldly, his reincarnation has a lot of confidence in this Yun Hao.

Qiaoqiao said as a matter of course: "Of course he can succeed, he is the little overlord Zhang Yunhao, there is nothing in this world that he can't do!"

Zhang Yunhao pressed his hand and said in a low voice: "Be low-key, low-key, although it is a fact, everyone knows what you don't say!"

The poor god is speechless, how thick is this person's skin, this kind of thing is said, and it is low-key, do people like you have such a thing as low-key?

"Alright, don't waste time, the poor god has decided to merge with your poor sword!"

Zhang Yunhao pressed his hand again and said: "Qiaoqiao, don't get excited, in order to make the poor sword more perfect, you need eight heavenly soldiers to refine it together." ”

The poor god added, "Add a saint-grade metal too!"

"Eight Heavenly Soldiers, Saint-grade metal, who are you and I, am I a poor ghost, okay? Where did I get so many things?"

Qiaoqiao's eyes are wide open, how poor she is The whole world knows, if it weren't for the good welfare of Lingyun Pavilion, she wouldn't even have a poor sword, in fact, someone in Lingyun Pavilion once proposed not to equip her with heavenly soldiers, because sooner or later she would be sold.

"It's a shame, the reincarnation of a dignified god, so poor!"

The poor god despised her, and it was finally my turn to dislike her!

"It's not because of you!"

Qiaoqiao muttered, very dissatisfied, if it wasn't for that poor star, how could she be so poor?

"Okay, don't argue, are you alone?"

Zhang Yunhao rolled his eyes and said, "Qiaoqiao, I can give you eight pieces of heavenly weapons and saint-grade metal, but if you want to return them, do you understand?"