In the undead world, Zhang Shuo rubbed his sore arms.

More than 10,000 bricks are finally finished.

Feng Ling, who was photographed with bricks more than 10,000 times, experienced several spiritual transformations from initial anger to helplessness, to despair, and finally completely numbness.

She resisted, dodged, and attacked Zhang Shuo frantically, but none of them worked.

She attacked with all her strength, and could only delay Zhang Shuo's movements, and then the bricks arrived as scheduled.

She had no temper when photographed.

These tens of thousands of blows made her fall into deep self-doubt.

After tens of thousands of years, he finally woke up, but he had to face such baptism, and Feng Ling burst into tears.

Finally, she sat on the cliff, facing the bricks thrown by Zhang Shuo, too lazy to make unnecessary resistance.

Give up struggling completely.

Facing such an enlightened weapon spirit, Zhang Shuo was also very happy. He no longer smashed it with a brick, but walked to the weapon spirit and pointed it directly at various positions in the body of the weapon spirit with his blood-stained fingers.

Such a "rogue" move made the weapon spirit furious again, and it was almost desperate to fight Zhang Shuo.

However, Zhang Shuo did not resist her attack now, but instead greeted her again with a brick.

Every time the brick hits her, her body will stiffen slightly and interrupt her movements.

Feng Ling tried many methods, all of which failed without exception. This small brick made her feel autistic.

Until the end, Zhang Shuo patted the last brick and Feng Ling suddenly realized that he was actually imprisoned!

Not only her, but in the entire world of the dead, one hundred and eight star maps appeared in the sky, firmly imprisoning this world. Zhang Shuo's chuckle appeared in Feng Ling's ears.

"Little girl, just leave me."

Feng Ling glared at Zhang Shuo, but Zhang Shuo's face suddenly became cold and he said coldly:

"Remind you again, keep the necessary respect for me."

Zhang Shuo's heart moved, and above the sky of the undead world, there were seventy-two Heavenly Gang maps, thirty-six Earthly Evil maps, a total of one hundred and eight star maps, and a huge force that could not be resisted, suppressing the wind spirit directly on the ground and unable to move!

The power of the wind spirit comes from the undead world. Now Zhang Shuo can suppress the entire undead directly, let alone the spirit in it!

Zhang Shuo looked down at the spirit crawling on the ground with a majestic expression.

"I will give you one last chance to recognize me as the Lord, otherwise I will erase your consciousness!"

Zhang Shuo said coldly.

Feng Ling looked at Zhang Shuo angrily, chewing his silver teeth, refusing to lower his proud head.

"I am the daughter of the Human Emperor. If I want me to surrender, are you worthy?"

Feng Ling looked like she would rather die than surrender.

Zhang Shuo's eyes became cold.

"Is an ancient soul ridiculous pride?"

Although it was a pity, since she could not use it for herself, Zhang Shuo could only send her on the way.

The Yin-Yang Sky Covering Pan has been completely controlled by himself. The power of this world is used by him and can easily destroy the will of the weapon spirit.

After all, he is a ghost king. Even if he becomes a walking corpse in the future, he is much better than an evil ghost.

Just as Zhang Shuo was about to take action, the judge's pen suddenly flew up automatically, and the pen fairy appeared.

"Master, let me try it?"

Zhang Shuo looked at the pen fairy strangely.

However, Bixian seemed to be very confident when she was eager to try. Although Zhang Shuo didn't know what she was selling, seeing that Bixian had provided the previous offer to force Yin and Yang to recognize the master of the Tianpan Pan, Zhang Shuo thought for a moment and nodded:

"Ten minutes."

Bixian was very happy: "Thank you, master.

Zhang Shuo wanted to see what Pen Xian should use this time so that this undead with an extremely noble status in ancient times would give up his pride.

But Bixian looked at Zhang Shuo: "Master, please avoid it."

"Um?"

Zhang Shuo looked at her strangely, with a very confused look in his eyes. What method should Bixian use? He didn't even let him know?

However, Bixian kept urging him, so Zhang Shuo had to lift Feng Ling's suppression and walked aside.

Anyway, the Yin-Yang Sky Covering Pan is completely under his control, and he can suppress the spirit of the weapon again at any time, so he is not worried about anything.

Zhang Shuo walked to a small hillside, which was far away from Bibixian and Artifact Spirit.

In a vaguely, Zhang Shuo seemed to see the Bixian saying something to the weapon spirit eagerly.

Gradually, the spirit of the weapon seemed to be a little moved, looked at Zhang Shuo, and hurriedly turned back.

Zhang Shuo was a little stunned.

Originally, he thought that the Bixian wanted to use some special secret method, but he didn't expect it to be a simple persuasion.

The key is, it seems that Bixian’s persuasion is quite effective?

Zhang Shuo clearly saw that the hostility of the weapon spirit looked at him was reduced a lot!

Women are such a wonderful creature.

Even the dead.

However, Zhang Shuo could not hear the conversation over there, so he had to wait with peace of mind. After a while, the Bixian flew towards Zhang Shuo happily.

"Master, it's done!"

"It's done?"

Zhang Shuo looked at Bi Xian in surprise, then turned to look at the weapon spirit not far away. This time, the weapon spirit did not avoid Zhang Shuo's gaze, but nodded slightly.

Zhang Shuo looked surprised and said to Bixian:

"What did you say to her?"

A cunning look appeared in the eyes of the Bixian.

"This is a secret, you can't tell the master!"

Zhang Shuo was a little helpless.

A woman's mind is really unpredictable.

It's better to be single, don't worry.

Zhang Shuo walked towards Feng Ling and came to Feng Ling's side. Feng Ling took the initiative to kneel respectfully towards Zhang Shuo.

"Feng Ling bows to the master."

She practiced ancient etiquette.

A system prompt also came from Zhang Shuo's mind.

"The Ghost King-level Artifact Spirit requests the contract owner, do the host agree?"

It is worthy of being the Ghost King level, and even the system's statement has changed.

Zhang Shuo nodded and said, "Agree."

A spiritual link connects Zhang Shuo and Feng Ling, and she officially becomes one of her subordinates.

Zhang Shuo said to Feng Ling in his heart: "Get up."

Feng Ling also realized that she and Zhang Shuo had now developed a mysterious connection, which made her have to be loyal to Zhang Shuo forever, but she was not rejected.

Feng Ling stood up, and this time Zhang Shuo truly looked at the daughter of Fuxi from close range.

Looking closely, Zhang Shuo couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was hard to describe Feng Ling with the national fragrance. Even if it was so beautiful, it was not an exaggeration. Whether it was eyebrows, cheeks, figure, or even the subtle parts of the fingers, they were all perfect proportions.

It is natural and people are like flower rolls. Perhaps this is what women who only exist in their ideals.

Not only that, under her crystal clear skin, there was also a terrifying force, and her defense was extremely high. Zhang Shuo's many attacks did not cause any damage to her.

Zhang Shuo suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her hand. Feng Ling seemed a little panicked, struggled slightly, and let Zhang Shuo grab it.

Zhang Shuo pinched it, feeling that the soft thorn in his palm seemed like boneless, and tender as if it was newborn buds and leaves.

There is even a hint of warmth, which is no different from a normal human.

No, this hand is even more exquisite than the best hand model in the world!

Zhang Shuo let go of Feng Ling's hand, turned around, and saw the black-faced Pen Xian.

Zhang Shuo frowned slightly. What's wrong? Wasn't he still very happy just now? Why did he suddenly look so ugly?

Women are really elusive.
Chapter completed!