The thunder was still in sorrow, and when he suddenly heard this, it was like making matters worse, and his mood was up and down, and he didn't know how to deal with himself.

Ye Ning frowned, he felt that Feng Chuge seemed to be too much. If it was said that Xuanfeng could be killed, Ye Ning agreed, after all, the Nine Absolute Yin Corpse Beads were too vicious and violated the harmony of heaven. However, the impression left by the dark thunder to Ye Ning was not bad, but rather pitiful.

Thinking of this, Ye Ning had the heart to save the life of the thunderbolt. He raised his head and said, "Fellow Wind Daoist, there is no cause for mortal death, why don't you open the net?"

"Open the net?" Feng Chuge said with a smile: "Is Ye Daoyou joking? The cultivation realm has always been the weak and the strong, and if the two elders of Xuan Ming dare to provoke Feng Mou, they must be prepared to be killed by Feng Mou! Could it be that they are allowed to kill Feng Mou, and Feng Mou can't kill them?"

Ye Ning smiled bitterly, Feng Chuge said it was not unreasonable.

The two elders of Xuan Ming came violently, and they wanted to snatch their magic weapons without saying anything, and they had their own place to die.

When it came to the moment of life and death, the thunder seemed to see it, and said: "Haha, what joy is life and death? This little brother doesn't need to say much, the old man admits it! Haha, if the old man guesses correctly, you are the most mysterious Feng Chuge of the Butian Sect! The poor old man didn't recognize it until this time, damn, damn!"

Feng Chuge said: "Okay! Since you have this awareness, Feng will give you another way. ”

Stygian Thunder's face was overjoyed, and he said, "Which way?"

After all, with the hope of life, no one wants to die. Even an ordinary person has the idea of survival, let alone a monk who has cultivated to the level of the Great Sage? The higher the cultivation, the stronger the desire to survive!

"It's simple, consider him Lord!"

Feng Chuge pointed his finger at Ye Ning.

Ye Ning's face was stunned, he never thought that Feng Chuge would put forward this condition.

Stygian Thunder's face was even more unpredictable, one moment white, the next red, I don't know what I was thinking. After all, he was a great sage, if he recognized a sage early stage cultivator as the master, wouldn't it become a big laughing stock in the Qingluo 6 cultivation realm?

Feng Chuge said: "Is it difficult to choose? You should thank Feng for this wonderful idea! Don't look at Ye Daoyou is just a sage now, but, with your combat strength, it is estimated that it will be difficult to take him down! Feng Mou dares to assert that within a hundred years, or even less, Ye Daoyou will be enough to rank in the immortal class, but what about you?"

Stygian Thunder looked surprised and said, "Within a hundred years, you will become an immortal...... How is this possible! He is just a sage in the early stage of cultivation, how can he cross the difference between immortals and mortals in such a short period of time. ”

"Haha. Feng Chuge said with a smile: "Feng Mou has read countless people, how can he be wrong? In time, even Feng Mou will have to rely on Ye Daoyou's snort to survive, not to mention you? Your qualifications are average, if you don't have strong perseverance, I'm afraid it will be difficult to advance to the Sage! Now, with such an opportunity to jump the dragon gate in front of you, don't you know how to cherish it?"

Feng Chuge said it well, the only advantage of the Dark Thunder is that he has a tenacious character and strong perseverance. This kind of person will either be a dragon among people, or he will be completely drowned.

Ye Ning didn't speak, if he could really accept the dark thunder, it would not be a good thing. The birth of the Nightmare Clan is imminent, and if the Disillusionment Sect has a Great Sage in charge, it can be safeguarded.

After a while, the old man agreed!" He was a neat person, and as soon as his words fell, he had already turned over and bowed down in front of Ye Ning, and said respectfully: "Old slave Thunder, meet the master." ”

(End of chapter)