Nan Jie Ling was about to cry but had no tears. From the day he became conscious, he had never been so embarrassed. He was being chased and couldn't get rid of him no matter what.
What's even more hateful is that Feng Hao was obviously teasing it. He could have severely damaged it directly, but stopped at every critical moment.
Nan Jie Ling wanted to run, but was not as fast as Feng Hao.
I wanted to resist, but my strength was no match for Feng Hao. It was very painful and painful.
Of course, the premise is that it has eggs.
"What do you want?"
The Southern World Spirit was once again blocked in front of Feng Hao. It completely collapsed. The transformed hands were holding their heads, looking extremely painful.
Feng Hao chuckled and said: "Think again, I won't control you, I just want to feel at ease."
The Southern World Spirit is not stupid, of course it knows what Feng Hao means, it is just for its creator, the Heart of the World.
But everyone wants this thing, and even it cannot avoid being tempted, and is willing to take risks.
After working hard for so long, it had to make a wedding dress for Feng Hao. It couldn't accept it.
"Stop wishful thinking!"
The Southern World Spirit still says the same thing, this is its bottom line, and it must not be easily pleased.
However, after he said these words, Feng Hao's expression immediately darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Then I will destroy your soul pearl. It must be the source of your strength. Without it, I'm afraid you
Nothing can be done..."
Feng Hao weighed the soul beads in his hands and stared at the entangled Southern World Spirit with cold eyes.
He was not in a hurry and felt that Southern World Spirit would make a decision that satisfied him.
If you don't compromise, the Southern World Spirit will always be like this. Even if it loses its soul pearl, its soul will definitely dissipate day by day, and finally turn into an unconscious ancient remnant soul.
But if you choose to compromise, there is still a chance of survival. You can also contact the heart of the world, and you may even get an incredible opportunity.
It's easy to tell which one is lighter and which one is heavier.
The only thing that Southern World Spirit cannot accept is probably taking orders from others...
"Are you threatening me?"
The southern world spirit turned into a huge skull, and the red flames in the bird's nest danced, showing strong hatred.
"You can think so."
Feng Hao shrugged, not denying this. They were already killing each other, so what was the threat?
"..."
The Southern World Spirit was speechless again. It had actually made another choice, but... it really hoped that Feng Hao would be a little softer and save some face for it.
But Feng Hao didn't understand Fengqing at all.
Below, there are so many ordinary people watching. If they just hand over their souls obediently, where will the majesty of the Southern World Spirit go?
"No room for negotiation?"
Nan Jie Ling said in a deep voice.
Feng Hao looked convinced of the Southern World Spirit and shook his head: "Absolutely not!"
"Ha ha!"
Nan Jie Ling laughed twice, then stared at Feng Hao, and said sternly: "Okay, he is worthy of being a world lord. He has always remained unmoved and never forgotten his original intention. I will hand over my essence now...
"
As soon as he finished speaking, a drop-shaped drop of essence and blood condensed and flew towards Feng Hao.
No sense of moral integrity...
"..."
Now it was Feng Hao's turn to be speechless. He thought that the Southern World Spirit would remain in a stalemate for a while, or that he would pretend to be a bully with his righteous words a few times, but who knew that he would compromise so quickly.
What about the moral integrity you promised?
Feng Hao felt the pure and huge energy fluctuations in the flying drop of blood. There was no doubt that the Southern World Spirit was sincere.
Feng Hao directly blended the drop of essence and blood into the center of his eyebrows, wrapped it with spiritual thoughts, and after careful confirmation, Feng Hao merged it directly.
Then...some information about the Southern World Spirit directly appeared in his mind, and...invisibly, there was a feeling that he could control the life and death of the Southern World Spirit at will.
"Now, can you put down the stick in your hand?"
Nan Jie Ling transformed into a human form, with a look of aggrievedness on his face.
"certainly!"
Feng Hao threw the golden hoop at Sun Wukong, smiled at the Southern World Spirit who looked like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, and comforted him: "What's wrong with following me? Later, the other four spirits will come to keep you company...
"
Nan Jie Ling's body trembled, and he stared at Feng Hao dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.
It was trembling in its heart at this moment. What kind of evil things did the five world spirits do to attract such a terrible guy?
It's simply a devil.
What is this called? Stealing the chicken but losing the rice?
"Can I regret it and take back that insight?" The Southern World Spirit suddenly regretted it again. It felt that Feng Hao was a madman.
The other four world spirits are not like it. Their cultivation is terrifying and defying the heavens. They are the masters of the prehistoric era.
What's more, many of the powerful ferocious beasts from the ancient world have died. Without powerful heirs, they are even more invincible world spirits walking sideways in the world.
Although Feng Hao is powerful, looking for trouble with the other four spirits is almost like asking for death.
It didn't want to follow Feng Hao to see the King of Hell not long after the spirit was handed over.
Feng Hao smiled and looked at Nan Jie Ling and said, "What do you think?"
"Then pretend I didn't ask..."
The Southern World Spirit accepted its fate.
When he thought that he was originally a chess piece on the chessboard and suddenly turned into a chess player, with his hands controlling its life and death, Nan Jie Ling felt extremely uncomfortable.
"You must know how to be content. Compared with turning into an unconscious remnant soul, there is nothing wrong with following this emperor."
Feng Hao is now almost the master of the Southern World Spirit. Its emotions and inner thoughts clearly appear in Feng Hao's mind, and there are no secrets at all.
Nan Jie Ling thought to himself, muttered a few words, and then stopped talking.
Anyway, the matter has come to this, there is no turning back.
"Can the Soul Pearl be returned to me?"
Nan Jie Ling looked at Feng Hao resentfully. A large part of his compromise was because of the Soul Bead, well, it was his lifeblood. Only with the Soul Bead could his consciousness truly be immortal.
"Here~"
Feng Hao threw the soul pearl to Nan Jie Ling. He wouldn't have much use keeping it anyway, so the right way is to make the best use of everything.
Anyway, Southern World Spirit is already his.
The stronger the Southern World Spirit is, the more beneficial it is to him.
Nan Jie Ling took the soul bead, a familiar feeling spread throughout his body, and Nan Jie Ling * made a sound of comfort.
Then he swallowed it without hesitation and began to merge with the soul bead. In an instant, a transparent film light curtain wrapped it up, and a powerful aura began to brew.
At the same time, Sun Wukong, who had received the Golden Cudgel, rushed over on somersault clouds. After looking at the Southern World Spirit, he said to Feng Hao: "Has this Southern World Spirit been subdued?"
Feng Hao nodded and said, "As long as I'm not stupid, I will agree."
The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched slightly, and he said: "If it were me, I would definitely not agree. Could it be that... I am stupid?"
Feng Hao rolled his eyes at Sun Wukong and said: "This is the first time I have seen a strong person like you saying that he is stupid... You don't agree because there is still a way out, but the Southern World Spirit is different. He doesn't agree. Really?
There is no way out..."
Sun Wukong scratched his head and asked doubtfully: "Then how do you know there is no way out?"