Zhao Fan ignored the white moling and looked at the golden moling as if thinking.

The golden ink spirit was ecstatic. It saw that the invader cared about power and even wanted double power, so his fortune was saved.

"Even if you want to enslave two Jin tribes, there must be a prerequisite!" White Mo Ling said with tears in her eyes: "There is only one now, and, if you tie two of the same color, you have never had it in the past.

I have never tied two different colors!”

"oh?"

Zhao Fan's eyes turned back to the former and said, "I'll go down and grab a golden ink spirit. Would you know if I'll try it?"

"Then hurry up!!!"

The white moling couldn't wait and said, "It's only one hour in total, and half a stick of incense has passed..."

"Anyway, there are so many Mo Lings. If you are gone, I will capture it again."

Zhao Fan stood up indifferently and smiled, "I'll go back."

“…”

The four molings were speechless.

When the Mo Ling was captured in the past, the invaders would offer them like treasures, after all, it would be too difficult to capture.

As a result, this bastard didn't even take four Mo Lings of different colors seriously...

There is no way, that terrifying prison is simply unsolvable.

"Wait here."

Zhao Fan's thought moved and enveloped them in the sealing magic circle.

Even if they merge again, they cannot break within one hour.

The next moment.

Zhao Fan then left the gate of the seclusion room.

Haozu, who was waiting outside, saw him coming out, asked curiously: "Junior Brother Jie, which color did you choose?"

“Not selected yet.”

Zhao Fan smiled and said, "I'll go to Moshou Holy Mountain again and catch a golden Mo Ling back."

"ah?"

Haozu asked in surprise: "You killed the golden ink spirit among the four colors before?"

"No."

Zhao Fan shook his head and said, "Time is limited. Let's talk about it again. I will temporarily seal them in your seclusion room."

"Okay, I'm here to guard it." Haozu nodded. He had already led the way once, and if he went there again, it would not work.

immediately.

Zhao Fan then used the arrival of the ancestral realm and appeared again outside the edge of Moshou Holy Mountain.

He held the Holy Prison in his hand and raised his foot and stepped into the mountains.

The many four-color ink spirit combinations that were hunted before have long dispersed.

However, there are still some single monomer molings nearby.

The moment Zhao Fan came in, they noticed it and began to merge the four colors in shock. At the same time, they also sent an emergency signal to inform Mo Ling in the distance to come.

"Damn it!"

"That hateful invader is here again!"

"He has captured one of Mo Ling in the four tribes, but isn't satisfied?"

"asshole!"

Overwhelming insults and roars.

...

Zhao Fan glanced at it and locked in a golden ink spirit who wanted to merge.

"Detain!"

Zhao Fan waved his palm and sacrificed the Holy Prison into the void.

The golden ink spirit that was about to merge with the other three colors had no time to react and could not control himself into the Holy Prison.

"receive!"

Zhao Fan waved his hand and took the Holy Prison into his hand, and said with a smile: "Everyone, say goodbye."

He turned around and stepped out of the edge of Moshou Holy Mountain.

Left a lot of Mo Lings were confused in the mountains.

"Running?"

"What the hell is he going to do?"

"Why did you catch a Golden Clan?"

"We are here, where are the invaders? Why are there no trace?"

...

And Zhao Fan immediately returned to Haoqi Sect.

In front of the main hall of the seclusion quiet room.

When Haozu saw Zhao Fan coming back so quickly, he was stunned for a moment, "Catched?"

"Um."

Zhao Fan nodded slightly and pushed open the door of the quiet room.

"He's back."

"It's so abominable. Why does it be as easy to capture as he enters the Holy Mountain?"

"Those invaders used to be too naughty."

The Mo Ling and others were quietly talking.

Then, they saw Zhao Fan release the second golden ink spirit in the Holy Prison.

"Invader! You already have the Golden Clan, why do you still want to capture me?!"

It roared unwillingly.

"Don't make a noise."

Zhao Fan said coldly: "If it's quieter, I won't be able to use Mo Ling later, I might consider sending it back to Mo Shou Holy Mountain."

When the molings heard that even if they were not selected, they had hope of survival, they suddenly became silent.

Zhao Fan's eyes kept changing between the two golden ink spirits.

I really can't see the difference.

He asked thoughtfully: "You two, no matter who I refine, the additional abilities I bring will be the same, right?"

"Um!"

Before they could answer, the white moling next to him nodded. He really wanted to follow this magical human race.

"Then I will enslave you first in order."

Zhao Fan stretched out his finger and pointed at the first golden ink spirit.

His perception covers the other party, "Don't resist."

The golden ink spirit stayed well and remained motionless.

"Not the origin of consciousness?"

Zhao Fan was a little surprised.

Even energy life is from the origin of consciousness.

"The core is that golden light particle!"

Zhao Fan tried according to the slavery method mentioned by Haozu.

"Um?"

He was even more confused.

Because the process of slavery is like recognizing the master of a treasure.

It’s like this golden ink spirit is not life, but treasure!

What's going on?

Zhao Fan thought about it and put this irrelevant issue aside for the time being.
To be continued...