"You know, if I can say, my personal opinion is that this profession ......"

Jianghuo Zhengse said:

"It's God. ”

Zhuo Nan stared at him and didn't speak for a long time.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Jiang Huo smiled and said:

"The job of our subjugators is to subjugate people, to say that it sounds good is to make friends, and to say that it is difficult to hear is to collect slaves. Maybe you don't feel anything yet, but if you take it literally, what is it to subdue people, to control people, and there is no upper limit......"

His voice sank:

"In other words, assuming that your strength is strong enough, then it is not impossible to control all of humanity......"

"Is it so powerful!"

Zhuo Nan suddenly remembered something and asked:

"What kind of main god is that of the Red Dust Pavilion, I heard that Director Ding Yi said that he is also a descending master......

"That's right, according to legend, he is indeed a descendant...... It is said that he is because he has taken too much, his strength is too terrifying, no one can compete with him, he is ingesting people's lives and souls by means of killing, and he is completely a demon who does all kinds of evil, and it is ridiculous that there are still a group of people who worship him in such an existence, and even worship him as the master, and build such a thing in the Yin Ritual Realm. ”

"In the eyes of the world, the existence of Hongchen may just be a legend that the current continent forms the opposite, and many people don't believe in the existence of the descending master, and the same is true......"

When Jiang Huo said this, he suddenly paused, looked at Zhuo Nan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked a trace of arc:

"But our utensils are ironclad evidence, and we are the ...... of the descendants."

"What do you mean......"

Zhuo Nan swallowed his saliva:

"Red dust is real?"

Everyone has talked about it before, the strength hierarchy of the Red Dust Pavilion, if the strength of ordinary people is one, then the strength of the poison arrow frog is about ten.

And his strength is enough to kill Zhuo Nan, who is free to move, if it weren't for the subjugation device, he would have been reincarnated, and at the same time, you can also see how powerful the subjugation apparatus is.

But just a small leader has reached such a level, and according to Ouyang Chan, there are countless higher levels on top of this.

It was hard for Zhuo Nan to imagine how strong the guy who was worshiped as the main god by these people was.

The ranking he saw in the Descending Pavilion yesterday also made him very concerned, if such an existence can only be ranked second, then where is the first sacred?

"Of course it is, maybe it's still alive. ”

Jiang Huo looked at him with a smile.

Seeing that Zhuo Nan was stunned for a long time, he laughed and said:

"Kidding you! Although our existence is indeed real, after all this time, even diamonds should be weathered, as for him, who knows. ”

"In short...... Jiang Huo Zhengse said:

"What I can tell you is that the descendant master is a profession that should be very dangerous, and the tools in your hands can control everything in this world, and it is an absolute existence. ”

Zhuo Nan looked at the black and gold rectangular weapon in his hand, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

"Is this guy so dangerous......

"Where it came from, and whether we are the chosen ones, is unknown. But ......"

Jiang Huo raised his head and said with a smile:

"Since we have been given such great power by God, is our responsibility also great?"

Zhuo Nan nodded, and suddenly felt the pressure double.

He's experienced this feeling, and it's really cool to be able to control others, and even be able to extract energy or something.

For example, when you are dying, you can draw a mouthful of blood from others, and you will come back to life immediately, and you can completely achieve immortality, this invincible existence is a terrifying ability that many people dream of.

But with great power comes great responsibility, and when it comes from the ethical and moral level of human beings, what is this kind of behavior?

God is nothing but a murderer.

Already in a disadvantaged group, he was suddenly given the qualification to control everything, Zhuo Nan couldn't believe that he had this ability to adapt, obviously he was still a child who would shed tears if he didn't see his parents for a day.

"If you have evil thoughts......

Zhuo Nan lowered his head and opened his mouth to say:

"What happens if you have any bad thoughts and use this terrible power at will......"

Jiang Huo looked at him and did not answer his question directly, but said:

"The group of people in the Descending Pavilion are all our companions, and they are also qualified to become descendants, gathered from all parts of the world. ”

He closed his fan and continued:

"Me too, everyone is Director Ding Yi, so it can be said that they were taken in. As long as I find out who has the qualifications to become a descending master, the curator will definitely go to meet them in person and persuade them to join the descending pavilion, I am relatively early, so I have witnessed with my own eyes, how many people were unwilling at first, and now there are many people in the pavilion. ”

Speaking of this, he smiled hesitantly:

"Curator Ding Yi is the best descendant I have ever seen, and his strength, at least to the extent I know, is the closest to the 'dust sealer' back then!"

"Who is the Dust Sealer?" asked Zhuo Nan.

"It's the title of the strongest subjugator!"

Jiang Huo opened the fan and shook it.

"Well, these are all off-topic, let's try how to control plants first. ”

He picked up a piece of chicken blood grass and handed it to Zhuo Nan, saying:

"You just said that you descended to a person, you should know the process, ah, by the way—"

He shook the folding fan in his hand, closed it, then shook it off and fanned it on his chest.

Somehow, Zhuo Nan looked at the fan as if it had spirituality in his hand.

"This is my descending device, a flower saucer flat carp fan. ”

Zhuo Nan hurriedly raised his instrument forward and said, "This is my instrument, the little Rubik's Cube." ”

"Okay, okay, I got it. Jiang Huo smiled gently, pointed to the bloody grass in his hand and said, "Come, you try it first." ”

Zhuo Nan nodded, looking at the red cockscomb in his hand, he took a few deep breaths, ready to imitate Jiang Huo's movements just now, to try if he could lower it.

Picking up a small Rubik's Cube with one hand, he stabbed the chicken blood grass with its edges and corners, and the juice flowed bright red like blood, and when the time came, he held his breath and calmed down, and began to feel the presence of the soul in his body, trying to cover the soul on the appliance like last time.

"Soul ...... I've seen it with my own eyes, but ...... Will I be able to do as smoothly as last time?"

With this question in mind, he gathered all the strength of his body and began to urge his right arm, which was holding the instrument.

"Centralized, centralized, centralized, ......"

He puffed up the muscles in his right arm with all his milking strength, and felt the strength of his limbs slowly gather from head to toe, and he went straight to that point.

"Babbling ......"

It wasn't until he heard Jiang Huo's cry that he stopped from exhaustion.

Slowly opening his eyes, looking at it like his right hand, Zhuo Nan was startled, at this time, the little Rubik's Cube was like a milk popsicle, the whole body was opaque and milky, and there was even a "cold air" coming out.

"What's going on?" Zhuo Nan looked at Jiang Huo, but who knew that he was also surprised:

"Your soul power ...... Is it saturated?"

"Saturated?"

Zhuo Nan remembered that when he first attached his soul to the appliance, it was just a faint layer of milky white, like mist, but now the situation is as white as whole milk.

"The concentration is so high...... As long as it's pure white, all the soul power is clean, but yours is actually ......"

Jiang Huo looked at the white long stick in Zhuo Nan's hand incredulously, the thick soul power even leaked out, and he said happily:

"This is really the first time I've seen it, but it's a good sign, the higher the soul concentration, the more vigorous the vitality, especially for the descending master, it is also more convenient to control and use!"

So I'm very talented, right?

Zhuo Nan looked at the utensils in his hand, and his heart was happy.

Wouldn't it be easy to bring people down?

"Quickly ingest the plant juice and see, just a little bit. Jiang Huo said.

He felt the flow of this power, which was a very strange feeling, as if he had grown an extra hand out of thin air, but he himself was just holding back his strength, and he didn't know how this power appeared.

After all, although he had controlled people, he hadn't felt how the spiritual power was released, and it seemed that it was attached to the instrument in an instant last time, and he was just holding back his strength, and he didn't know how to get up at all.

But the feeling of being at home made him forget about it immediately, and by manipulating this force, he absorbed part of the juice from the bloodweed.

In an instant, the white light faded, the shape of the small Rubik's Cube appeared, and Zhuo Nan instantly felt that his body was full of strength again.

"It's ......"

Zhuo Nan held it above his head and looked at it through the dappled sunlight:

"Success?"

On the bloodgrass in his hand, a square cross sign was impressively printed.

"Looks like you don't need me to teach you at all......"

Jiang Huo clapped his hands and smiled: "The average descendant has to go through the three stages of plants, insects, and small animals to have the strength to descend people. ”

His tone was very gentle, and it was very fluttering to listen to.

"Hahaha...... No......"

Zhuo Nan's face suddenly turned red, he touched his head proudly, twisted his body and smirked obscenely, he belonged to the type of pride and complacency when he boasted.

At this time, he seemed to feel the existence of this grass in his consciousness, and he calmed down to feel it, and in the haze, he seemed to feel that the shape of a cockscomb was fixed in his heart.

"I see, now I can control it!"

Zhuo Nan put the grass on the ground, stood up, held the handle under the small Rubik's Cube with both hands, and made a posture like a samurai holding a knife, facing the poor chicken blood grass, as if waiting to be slaughtered a lamb.

"Move!"

He shook the instrument to the left and looked expectantly at the cockscomb on the ground.

But the truth didn't seem to be as he expected, and the bloodweed was still lying on the ground, untouched.

Zhuo Nan looked at it puzzled, and continued to wave the instrument and said:

"Move!"

Although he said it very seriously, the bloodweed just didn't move.

"What's going on? Could it be that I'm not doing it right?"