Chapter 1196: The Fate of Fufeng, the Lord of the Three Halls
Mountain God Yin Kangchong smiled bitterly at Ling Dong and shook his head: "The physical attributes are suitable, but it is too weak and cannot bear my power at all. If I forcibly seize the spirit and possess it, the final result will be that this physical body cannot bear the explosion of my power.
into pieces."
After giving a wry smile, Mountain God Yin Kang said again: "Thank you, I am very grateful that you are thinking about this matter. However, in order to have a divine body that can withstand my strength, its minimum cultivation level must be Xiaocheng's Zhoutiantu divine body, or
Only with the advanced cultivation level of Zhou Tianshen General can there be such a possibility."
After saying that, the mountain god Yin Kang turned back to the Mansion of Ten Thousand Stars with some helplessness.
Ling Dong was astonished when he heard this - Damn, what kind of cultivation level does this mountain god Yin Kang have? He actually needs an upper-level cultivation level from Zhou Tianshen General to withstand his power!!!
Or reluctantly?
After being stunned for a long time, Ling Dong changed his mind and began to think about how to deal with Fufeng, the master of the three halls. Since the old ghost has no use for the body of Fufeng, the master of the three halls, should he search for his soul or kill him?
After thinking for a moment, Ling Dong decided to search for souls!
"Gui Qianshan, come and search for souls. Search for the souls of the three hall masters Fufeng." After scanning around, because the information on the three hall masters Fufeng might be important, Ling Dong simply asked Gui Qianshan to search for the souls.
Ling Dong wanted to do it on his own, but the side effects of soul searching were too great, so he had to let Gui Qianshan do it. If something happened to Gui Qianshan, Ling Dong would be able to save him in time.
"Wait a minute, don't search for his soul!" As soon as Ling Dong finished speaking, the voice of the mountain god Yin Kang came to his mind. Ling Dong stopped in a hurry and was about to search for the soul of the third hall master Fufeng.
Guiqian Mountain, and then asked the mountain god Yin Kang in confusion: "Old ghost, why?"
"The master of these three halls, Fufeng, is already Zhou Tian Zhengshen, and it seems that he has also obtained a lot of humanistic divine power. If you forcefully search for souls, I'm afraid you won't get anything. It's better to interrogate, and maybe you can get some useful information.
." Mountain God Yin Kang replied.
After a pause, Mountain God Yin Kang continued to explain: "The warrior's cultivation has broken through to Zhou Tianzheng Shen, condensed the divine crystal, and his soul has been vaguely embedded with the way of heaven. Unless he is also Zhou Tianzhengshen, and his cultivation level is higher than the target, search for souls."
Only then can you gain something.
If Zhou Tianzhengshen has ever obtained humanistic divine power, even just a trace, his soul will be protected by a trace of humanistic divine power. Under the protection of humanistic divine power, unless a truly powerful person uses clever means, other people will forcibly search for the soul.
At this time, it is impossible to gain anything, it can only make the other party's soul dissipate."
"That's it." Ling Dong responded somewhat depressedly, but these things were more difficult to do.
The situation of Fufeng, the master of the three halls, obviously belongs to the latter. The soul's origin is protected by a trace of human divine power. Thinking about it, Ling Dong is not a person with great supernatural powers. Searching for souls to obtain intelligence information is not feasible.
As for obtaining some useful information from the interrogation, let alone its authenticity, whether or not the masters of the three halls, Fufeng, can be made to speak is a big question, and the hope is almost non-existent.
"Then what should we do? It was so hard to capture the Third Hall Master Fufeng alive, but how could he help him away in such a useless way?" Ling Dong pondered with a headache.
After a while, Gui Qianshan, who was stopped by Ling Dong but gave no more instructions, reminded him with some doubts: "Your Majesty?" Because everyone was here waiting for Ling Dong's orders and comparing with Ling Dong.
The close friend Gui Qianshan reminded him.
"Huh?" Ling Dong, who was awakened from his meditation, couldn't help but look at Gui Qianshan. When he saw Gui Qianshan, Ling Dong's eyes moved and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "I found a way!"
"Alright, you all go out and look for the remnants of the Xingluo Temple within the Huayushan Mountains, leaving Guiqianshan behind. In addition, as long as you are willing to surrender, don't kill too much!" Ling Dong added the last sentence, which was also inspired by his feelings.
Although he, Ling Dong, now stands at the pinnacle of the Long'an world, there are thousands or even hundreds of thousands of warriors who are still struggling in the Long'an world, just like himself who struggled so hard in the past.
That’s why Ling Dong now has the order to keep people on the front line.
The moment when many half-step Zhou Tianzhengshen came out in response, Ling Dong told Gui Qianshan to go guard the door and not allow anyone to come and disturb him, and he immediately crossed his legs on the ground.
The moment he sat cross-legged on the ground, there was a slight scream, and the entire Mingguang Cave suddenly lit up. The Descending Star Disk and the five Royal Star Rings flew out from Ling Dong's soul consciousness sea at the same time. Especially the Descending Star Disk.
The appearance seemed to make the three Bodhi Trees become more energetic.
That's right, Ling Dong had the idea of turning Fufeng, the master of the three halls, into a local slave.
Although in Ling Dong's view, the master of the third hall, Fufeng, has an intermediate level of cultivation as Zhou Tianzheng, and his potential is average. There is no comparison with Gui Qianshan, who is half a step up to Zhou Tianzhengshen.
But when searching for souls fails and torture is impossible, the best choice is the best choice, especially since the body of Fufeng, the master of the three halls, is extremely suitable for being a native slave.
As long as the Third Hall Master Fufeng is successfully subdued as a Tu slave by Ling Dong, Ling Dong will be able to obtain a lot of information about the Star Luo Temple that he doesn't know through the mouth of the Third Hall Master, a Tu slave. Ling Dong may even have some other ideas.
It turns out that Ling Dong still needed the help of Suzaku Xiaosi to conquer Gui Qianshan, but now that the master of the third hall, Fufeng, has fallen into a coma, he doesn't have to go through as much trouble as he did to conquer the water slave Gui Qianshan.
The seven-colored starlight of the Falling Star Disk rotated, throwing down a curtain of light to freeze the spirit of Fufeng, the master of the three halls. For a moment, the five imperial star rings with earth-based royal star rings rotated at the same time. Ling Dong shouted softly: "Five imperial slave spirits!"
The moment he shouted, Ling Dong's aura locked firmly on the aura of the third hall master Fufeng, for fear that the five imperial slave spirits' movements would be too violent and the soul of the three hall master Fufeng would dissipate, and Ling Dong would
All previous efforts have been wasted.
A quarter of an hour later, when the five Imperial Star Rings bound a spiritual shadow and sent it into the Falling Star Disk, the brilliance of the Falling Star Disk faded and disappeared instantly at the moment when the five Imperial Star Rings returned.
When it disappeared, the star-falling disk threw out a small group of colorful starlight, which was condensed by Ling and then sent into the forehead of Fufeng, the master of the third hall.
Ling Dong has the Falling Star Chart in his hand. This kind of soul injury that is almost helpless to others is not a big problem for Ling Dong and can be solved almost easily.
However, the injuries to the souls of Fufeng, the leader of the three halls, were somewhat more serious than those of Bai Baixuan, but they required multiple treatments from Ling Dong to fully recover.
With the help of that ball of colorful starlight, the soul of Fufeng, the master of the third hall, immediately recovered. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes in confusion.
The glint in his eyes first flashed with panic, and then he twitched suddenly. Amid the irregular twitching all over his body, the master of the third palace, Fufeng, looked at Ling Dong with a hint of awe, or perhaps instinctive fear.
"Fufeng meets the Lord!"
After a while, the master of the third palace, Fufeng, who was sweating profusely, got out of bed, knelt down and saluted Ling Dong with a look that was extremely complicated and difficult to understand but extremely respectful.
If someone were to come in and see Fufeng, the master of the Third Palace, who used to be one of the top four people in Long'an Realm, kneeling in front of Ling Dong, he would be shocked and would definitely think it was an illusion.
.
"Well, get up." Looking at the respectful demeanor of the third hall master Fufeng, Ling Dong breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Dong was a little worried at first. He and Fufeng, the master of the three halls, had a deep hatred. Even if he was controlled by Yu Xinghuan and became a slave, it was still a question whether he could subdue his hatred. But he didn't expect that Yu Xinghuan would
The effect of controlling slaves was much more powerful than he imagined, but his worries were unnecessary.
Little did Ling Dong know that the idea he had came up with would lead to catastrophe later on!
"Being able to become my star slave is also your fate." Ling Dong stopped mid-sentence. Ling Dong suddenly felt that his words seemed to be a deliberate slap in the face. He was trying to control others.
If you become a slave, you still want to be in love with the Dharma?
"Thank you for your care, Your Majesty." Fufeng, the master of the third palace, unexpectedly bowed to Lingxiang again, and then asked softly: "May I ask, Your Majesty, where are the three brothers who don't know me now?"
Seeing the indifferent expression of Fufeng, the master of the third hall, Ling Dong was a little surprised and replied: "Fufeng, your three brothers have all died at this time."
After hearing this, Fufeng bit his lips tightly and bowed slightly to Lingdong, but his body could not help but tremble violently again. The pain that came from the depth of the soul made Fufeng bite his lips tightly.
There was blood, and the whole body was covered in sweat.
Ling Dong didn't stop him, he just watched quietly. Ling Dong knew that this was because Fufeng had evil thoughts towards his master in his heart, which directly caused the backlash of the Yuxing Ring, also known as the Slave Spirit Ring. He couldn't stop it, and he couldn't
Prevent.
After a long while, Fufeng, whose whole body became extremely weak, slowly bowed to Lingdong and said, "Please forgive me, Lord, for Fufeng's misguided thoughts."
Ling Dong saw a trace of hatred flash through the depths of Fufeng's awe-inspiring eyes. However, Ling Dong didn't care. With the slave spirit ring around, he wasn't worried that Fufeng would betray him.
"No problem!" Ling Dong responded, and then asked Fufeng, who had become a local slave: "Fufeng, tell me everything about your Xingluo Temple, especially the information about the existence behind your Xingluo Temple.
, not a single one can be left out!”
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Fufeng responded respectfully, and just as he was about to speak, Gui Qianshan suddenly reported: "Sir, Wu Sheng came to report that they sent out another report hidden in the mountain that occupies a huge area.
It’s a secret palace, but it’s protected by a powerful formation.”
"Oh, can't Mr. Mi crack it?"
"Back to the young master, Mr. Mi has already seen it. He said that it can be cracked, but if the guarding formation is broken violently, the secret palace may be completely damaged and collapsed." Wu Sheng's voice came from outside the door.
After hearing this, Ling Dong frowned and looked at Fufeng, the master of the third palace.
"Going back to the master, that is where the Tianji Hall and the warehouse of Xingluo Temple are located, so there is a small self-destruction formation." Fufeng, the master of the third hall, bowed.
"Can you open it?"
"Yes!" Fufeng nodded heavily.
"Then let me go!"
When Ling Dong appeared outside the Mingguang Cave with Fufeng, the master of the third hall with a respectful expression, Wu Sheng, who was waiting outside the Mingguang Cave, suddenly widened his eyes and was shocked!
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