"Very good. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. Relax your mind and don't resist."

Ding Ning nodded with satisfaction and said in a deep voice with his hands behind his back.

A bitter look flashed in the eyes of the Seventh Son of God, knowing that he would be controlled by others from now on, but he had no choice but to relax and let Ding Ning leave a mark on his sea of ​​consciousness.

Seal of life and death!

This is a kind of enslavement curse that Ding Ning learned when he was studying curses. The life and death of those who were planted with the seal of life and death by him depended on his thoughts.

Of course, this kind of curse also has limitations, and it can only enslave people whose spiritual consciousness is far less powerful than one's own.

If you want to enslave someone whose spiritual consciousness is stronger than your own, unless the other party voluntarily surrenders without resistance, he will definitely suffer a strong backlash, which may cause damage to the soul in the least case, or death in the worst case.

Fortunately, his sea of ​​consciousness is different from ordinary people, and the Seventh Son of God does not dare to have the slightest idea of ​​resistance. Otherwise, it is hard to say whether he can successfully plant the seal of life and death.

"Mu Tianshang pays homage to the master!"

The seventh son of God noticed the existence of the seal of life and death in the consciousness sea, and knew that his life and death depended on the other person's thoughts. How could he dare to neglect it? He knelt down on the ground like pushing a mountain of gold over a jade pillar, clasping his fists respectfully and shouting.

Ding Ning frowned and shouted displeased: "Get up, remember, there is gold under a man's knees. Kneel to the sky and kneel to your parents. Even if I am your master, there is no need to kneel down in the future."

"Yes, Mu Tianshang will remember his master's instructions!"

The seventh son of God immediately stood up, bowed and said, a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

If life and death were not beyond his control, how could he be willing to kneel down? Ding Ning did not allow him to kneel down, which could be regarded as giving him the minimum dignity.

"Your name is Mu Tianshang?"

Ding Ning looked at the Seventh Son of God and asked in a deep voice.

"It's the master."

Mu Tianshang replied respectfully that although he would give up his real name after becoming the Son of God, now that he is no longer the Seventh Son of God, he will naturally use his real name again.

"You don't need to call me master from now on, just call me young master."

Ding Ning stressed depressingly that although Mu Tianshang was his true slave, he did not have the consciousness of a wealthy landlord, so it felt strange to be called master.

"Yes, Master."

Mu Tianshang followed Shan Ruliu and immediately changed his words.

Ding Ning nodded with satisfaction: "Tell us about the Temple of Death. What is its origin?"

"this……"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Mu Tianshang's face. Seeing Ding Ning's face darken, he quickly said: "Young Master, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but that I really don't know the origin of the Temple of Death."

"Old slave?"

Ding Ning's expression turned weird. This guy looked about thirty years old, but he actually called himself an old slave, which gave him a weird feeling of being out of place.

But think about it, this guy is at least two hundred years old. It's not wrong to call himself an old slave, but master and slave are all titles only used by the evil old society.

As a good young man who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, how could he tolerate the existence of feudal squalor? He immediately waved his hand and said: "Although you are not young, you still look very young. There is no need to call yourself an old slave in the future."

, just call yourself...call yourself a subordinate."

"Yes, Master."

Mu Tianshang obeyed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the new master still cared about the feelings of his slave.

"You don't know the origin of the Death Temple? You are the Son of God."

Ding Ning frowned and said with some surprise.

Mu Tianshang smiled bitterly: "Young Master, in the eyes of outsiders, the Son of God seems to be high and mighty, but in the Temple of the Death God, a Son of God like me really doesn't have much status..."

As Mu Tianshang spoke eloquently, Ding Ning's face remained calm, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

He always thought that the Temple of Death was

It was the Temple of Death. Only then did I realize that it was not the same thing at all.

To be precise, the organization that Mu Tianshang belongs to should be called the Death God's Outer Palace. It is just a peripheral organization under the Death God's Hall. Due to custom, it is generally called the Death God's Hall.

The Temple of Death is similar to a training institution, responsible for the search for geniuses with special physiques every hundred years, and is responsible for the task of delivering fresh blood to the Temple of Death.

As for the external organization of the Death Temple, in addition to the Death Temple, there is also a Death Temple.

There is no ownership relationship between the two, but they have business cooperation.

For example, the special physical geniuses collected by the Death Temple every hundred years will be sent directly to the inner hall of the Death Temple without passing the assessment.

And those geniuses who are not special physiques and are just used to make up the numbers need to go through extremely strict basic assessments. After screening, only the top five hundred outstanding ones can stay in the Temple of Death, compete for the position of the Son of God, and finally meet the required assessments.

Only those who meet the standards are qualified to enter the real Temple of Death.

The eliminated candidates who did not make the top five hundred were all sent to the Death Hall, but Mu Tianshang didn't know what they were doing specifically.

After all, there is a strict hierarchy inside the Temple of Death, and you must not ask random questions that should not be asked, otherwise, once discovered, you will be severely punished.

Mu Tianshang is one of those geniuses who does not have a special physique, but has passed the basic examination once every century and stands out from many competitors.

It's a pity that he belongs to the kind of genius who is more inferior than the superior, not the top one. He is always wandering among the three rankings of God's Sons, six, seven and eight. Unless there is a great adventure, otherwise,

I'm afraid I'll never have the opportunity to enter the inner hall in my lifetime.

"Can I enter the inner sanctum after breaking through the trance?"

Ding Ning was extremely interested in this competitive training method and couldn't help but curiously interjected.

"This is not necessarily true, it depends on the potential. If you can break through to the gods within the prescribed period of time, you can enter the inner temple. But if you cannot break through within the prescribed period of time, it means that the potential is limited and you can only become a divine guard, responsible for protecting the sons of gods.

Safety."

There was a bitter look on Mu Tianshang's face, and he said faintly: "The maximum age limit is three hundred years old. I am already two hundred and eighty-five years old this year. Even if I break through to God within fifteen years, I still don't have much potential to tap."

That type of person will most likely become a divine guard and stay forever in the outer temple of the God of Death to protect the Son of God, but will never get a glimpse of the true face of Mount Lu in the inner temple."

Ding Ning showed a look of surprise, and many of the doubts in his heart were solved. No wonder none of the divine slaves trapped by the divine formation had a special physique. It turned out that geniuses with special physiques were sent directly to the inner hall, and those who stayed in the outer hall were all

A genius who has been making up numbers over the years.

This made him sigh. In the temple, a genius could only be used as a make-up, but in the secular world, he was a genius who could dominate the world.

You know, the most powerful holy sect in the world, the highest level of cultivation is only the peak of holy martial arts, not even a demigod.

But among the three major temples, demigods are just the tail of the crane that others look down upon, and there is no comparison at all in terms of high-end military force.

To put it bluntly, any of the outer halls of the three major temples has the strength to easily defeat the entire international martial arts world.

A glimpse of a small area reveals the whole leopard, and it is self-evident how terrifying the inner hall of the temple is.

The only thing that puzzled him was that there were shackles in the world, and those at the peak of the Holy Martial Realm could not break through and enter the realm of God. How did those divine guards break through and enter the realm of God?

In this regard, Mu Tianshang also gave an answer. There are indeed shackles in the human world, but the place where the temple is located is an independent world with complete laws of heaven's operation. It does not seem to have any constraints on the realm of cultivation.

In his words, the world space where the temple is located is extremely solid, far more solid and stable than the world barriers in the secular world. Even the powerful in the realm of gods can use their full strength without any scruples and cannot cause any damage to the heaven and earth.

"Is there a powerful person in the God Transformation Realm in the temple?"

Ding Ning felt a chill in his heart and asked quickly.

"I don't know. Anyway, I haven't seen it. I just heard it from Long Luo."

Mu Tianshang betrayed Long Luo very unfaithfully.

"Long Luo? The son of God from the Dragon Temple? How did he know about it?"

Ding Ning asked in surprise.

Mu Tianshang scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "Long Luo is different from us sons of gods. His identity is quite special. It is said that he is the descendant of a big shot in the Dragon Temple. He was originally a person in the inner hall of the Dragon Temple. I don't know why he went there.

Entering the outer hall of the Dragon Temple, I guess he asked for it because he wanted to sharpen himself. He knows a lot more things than the rest of us."

Ding Ning looked thoughtful. From the earliest days of tracking, he found that Long Luo was a very interesting person. He seemed easy-going on the surface, but deep down he was extremely arrogant. Even when he was trapped by the divine formation, he never showed any panic.

His face showed a calm and calm attitude.

"Let's go, it's time to talk to Long Luo."

Ding Ning snapped his fingers, and the divine formation opened a passage, and Mu Tianshang followed him out step by step.

"That's where you'll live from now on. You and Lulu go over and have a look. I'll go talk to Long Luo."

The girls all moved to a new home with a separate courtyard, and several castles were left vacant. Ding Ning pointed at a castle and gave instructions.

"Yes, Master."

Mu Tianshang responded respectfully, and went straight to the castle under the leadership of the demon maid named Ding Lulu.

In the divine formation, there was a violent formation fluctuation, and a figure slowly appeared.

Long Luo, who was meditating cross-legged with his eyes closed, had long been accustomed to it. He stood up and said helplessly: "Girl, we don't have any deep hatred, why can't we talk about it? Why do we have to fight to the death?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Ding Ning coughed twice, which startled Long Luo. He opened his eyes and looked at Ding Ning in surprise: "Hey, why did you change the person?"

Then he waved his hands in annoyance, sat back, and said nonchalantly: "You go away, I won't fight with you, it's boring, let's use that girl instead. Although that girl is very cruel, she is also a beautiful woman after all.

, it’s not just eye-catching to look at.”
To be continued...