In Su Ming's room, thirteen old men stood cross-legged, and their cultivation was all activated. After they were gathered together, they formed a strong pressure, covering Daokong's body.

Su Ming closed his eyes, and Daokong also closed his eyes.

But Daokong's body was trembling violently. His mind was turning upside down at this moment, and a roar was echoing and spreading, just like the sky collapsed and the earth was cracking, and the rumbling signs were circling.

"Who are you!!! Who are you?!" In the world of Daokong's heart, there was a dazzling nothingness. He stood there, his roaring voice, with a sense of despair, and his fear, spreading wildly in his heart and soul world.

The answer to him was a cold snorkeling and a huge figure.

The figure was Su Ming's soul condensed. He stood in the world of Daokong's heart, like a god descending between heaven and earth. His cold snorting seemed to make Daokong's heart collapse and shake violently.

"You don't need to know my name." Su Ming spoke lightly, his huge figure raised his right hand and suddenly pressed towards Daokong. After this press, his palm suddenly magnified infinitely and came straight to Daokong.

Daokong's expression was ferocious and showed madness. If he could not see the clue at this moment, he would not deserve to be called a genius.

"You want to take over me!! Damn it, even if you successfully take over me, you will never escape death!" Dao Kong raised his hands as he roared. His cultivation, his soul and all his thoughts were condensed on his hands like a boiling moment, to stop Su Ming's big hand from pressing.

With a bang, Daokong's body shook. Looking at him, Su Ming's right hand was now constantly magnifying, as if he could replace the sky. With that press, he could not resist at all. In an instant, he directly covered his big hand.

At the same time, a torn pain appeared strongly in Daokong's soul. The pain was like a sense of being strongly tearing open his soul and invading it, ruthlessly erasing his consciousness bit by bit.

Just as this is an irreversible phenomenon, a fact that no force can change. All this made Daokong's roar become shrill and turned his madness into despair.

He had seen others take over the body, but he never thought that one day he would face the body of others in person. This fear could not be described in words. It was despair that was countless times more miserable than death.

"Damn it. You took out the Star Saint Robe, with the purpose of tempting me to buy it. You hid the teleportation array in the Star Saint Robe. You... you killed the owner of the Star Saint Robe. Even if you take me over, Daochen Sect will never let you go!" Dao Kong roared sharply. But the hands covering his body were compressed like heaven and earth, making his body feel irresistible, and the soul tearing, invading, occupied and erasing. It became more and more intense.

He could feel that at most ten breaths, he would be scattered!

"Why do you want to take over me?! If you have qualifications, Ye Wang on this black ink star, his qualifications are better than me. You... If you let me go, I will help you capture Ye Wang and help you take over him!

I... I can even recommend you to be a guest minister of Daochen Sect and let me go. I... I don't want to be taken over!!" Daokong almost begged.

After his words came out, he immediately felt that the pressure on his body was slightly relaxed, and even the tearing of his soul did not intensify, which immediately made him feel desire in his heart.

Almost as soon as he felt the pressure relaxation, a strong murderous intent appeared in Daokong's heart. He took advantage of this opportunity to hear several complicated and difficult curse sounds from his mouth.

"Pray, ye, 再!" The moment the three words he said came out, a strong light burst out immediately on his body. The strong light surrounded his body, and three complex runes appeared, echoing violently in the strong light, and a majestic momentum spread out unreservedly from these three runes and the strong light.

"Save me, my ancestor!!" Daokong immediately roared violently at the three runes.

Su Ming showed an indecisive sneer on the corner of his mouth. He had been waiting for Daokong to use this method. He believed that Daokong's qualifications were not comparable to Dao Ren in the Daochen Sect. In this way, Daokong's body might have some kind of protection technique.

If this kind of magic is passively forced out, it is uncontrollable and does not conform to Su Ming's plan. Therefore, Su Ming deliberately lets the pressure loosens. In this way, Dao Kong, who was forced into a desperate situation, will definitely seize this opportunity and carry out the technique of saving his life.

This makes this uncontrollable life-saving technique, Su Ming can control the time when it appears. Once he masters the time, he can complete the most critical link in his plan to seize the body.

How can the people of Daochen Sect believe that the Dao Kong that appears in front of them in the future is the real Dao Kong.

"It's not enough to take over you for fifteen breaths." Su Ming sneered, and at the moment when the three runes burst out in the strong light, his figure suddenly pounced on Daokong.

This scene was like Su Ming's huge body turned into fog, and it penetrated into Daokong's body, and even touched the strong light and runes.

The rumbling sound continued to echo in Daokong's mind world. Su Ming's figure seemed to be forcibly erased by the strong light and disappeared rapidly.

The moment his body completely disappeared, Daokong's distorted expression of fear was paused for a moment, but the paused disappeared for a moment, still twisted, still with fear. Only in the depths of his eyes, was there a difference that outsiders could not detect. That difference changed the coldness of Daokong and turned into depth.

"Damn it, you want to take over me, no one can take over me, Dao Kong!" Dao Kong roared to the sky, and the world of his mind immediately twisted and gradually blurred. Together with his figure, it turned into a huge vortex until his figure was submerged and disappeared.

...

Outside Su Ming's room, the Lieshan family and the people from Daochen Sect were in a confrontation.

"When the Black Ink Auction is ongoing, your actions violate the Black Ink Star Law. Even in the Daochen Realm, you should not be so arrogant!" An old voice slowly came from the wind that could destroy nothingness that suddenly appeared in front of Xu Hui.

As the sound appeared, Feng Lao's figure was revealed in the void. Until his sleeves were swung, Xu Hui's expression immediately changed, and his body stepped back several steps. His eyes shrank in an instant.

It was not only her who retreated, but also the nine old men who were following Daokong who had opened their eyes now. The nine old men retreated all the way, and each step fell to the ground, which shocked the earth.

The nine people blocked them were also nine old men. These nine people belonged to different families, but they were all from Hei Mo Star. They were all from Hei Mo Dao!

There was also the catwoman who was extremely fast. A sharp sound came from her mouth, and her body retreated like a twist, retreating several feet away. A rain curtain surrounded her body, making her figure look blurry and looming.

"Interesting. Is it because you have too many Black Ink Star powerhouses, so you can appear so many here in an instant, or... You have been preparing to be here long ago. Just wait for Dao Kong to disappear, and stop us!" Xu Hui sneered as his eyes contracted.

"Hei Mo Xing. No matter why you appear here, but if you insist on blocking us, this will cause a full-scale war between Daochen True Realm and you Hei Mo Xing!

The Daochen Zhenjie Daochen Sect’s direct clan is missing. You also want to give me an explanation for this matter!"

Old Feng looked calm. According to Su Ming's request, he needed to block the other party's fifteen breaths. Now that time is approaching, he glanced at the people of Daochen Sect, especially at Xu Huiduo.

"I don't know how the direct descendants of Guizong disappeared. Please tell me in detail. If they really disappeared in my black ink auction, then I will naturally not stop them. Instead, I will cooperate with the Daochen Realm to find your direct descendants." Feng Lao said lightly. He calculated the time secretly. Now it has been fifteen breaths. Although he does not know Su Ming's purpose, in order to ensure that nothing unexpected happens, it is better to delay more.

"But if you can't explain why, because you are waiting for the random storm just now, you Daochen Zhen Realm will not be allowed to step into the Black Ink Star from now on." As soon as Old Feng finished speaking, a cold snorting sound came from among the nine old men.

"Just just now, the young master took the Star Holy Robe. After you brought the Star Holy Robe, the young master immediately teleported away when he touched the robe. If this matter has nothing to do with your Hei Mo Star, I will definitely not believe it!"

"Oh? Kang Jiu, go to the room of Daochen Zhen Realm to see if there is any teleportation fluctuation there." Feng Lao said calmly, and immediately Kang Jiu, who was beside him, bowed his head and said yes, and walked towards the room where the people of Daochen Sect had just now.

The nine elders around Daokong were now extremely gloomy, but this was Hei Mo Xing, and there were nine people in front of them who were not inferior to them in their cultivation, making it impossible for them to get through.

Xu Hui sneered. She glanced at the room where the air was in her senses. Suddenly, her body shook, and immediately her body turned into four roads, heading straight to the room where Su Ming was in an instant from different directions.

Feng Lao frowned, and as he shook his sleeves, a strong wind roared immediately. When he was about to roll towards Xu Hui, who turned into four figures, Xu Hui sneered. Her four figures shook again. In a blink of an eye, sixteen of hers appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Roar in!" Sixteen Xu Huis heard a sound at the same time. The cat-girl woman immediately roared shrillly, and her body completely changed. The animal shape accounted for most of it, making her feel like she turned into a real cat and headed straight to the door.

The nine old men all spewed out a mouthful of blood, as if they had stimulated some kind of forbidden technique, and their cultivation increased sharply, like nine crazy dragons, rushing towards the door.

"The Eighteen Beats of the Lake Phoenix! You are from the Fengmen Sect!!" Old Feng's eyes shrank.

The sixteen Xu Hui raised his right hands together and looked at the door where Su Ming was. Suddenly, a slap in the air. The sound of thunder suddenly turned around. Outside the door where Su Ming was, in the distortion of nothingness, Xu Hui's seventeenth figure appeared. Her appearance was like the force of the sixteen figures carrying the power of the sixteen figures, condensed on the body, and turned into the seventeenth figure.

At an unstoppable speed, he slapped the door with a palm.

boom!

The door shattered directly, but the moment the door exploded, a calm voice suddenly came from the broken door.

"Xu Hui, I'm fine."

I plan to write role-playing... I admit that it is a bit evil. Perhaps this is like a lowercase book I read back then, waking up, becoming someone else, uh... enjoying everything about others... ahem, it is a very serious and pure science fiction novel that is not at all.

Maybe this is the retribution for the hospitalization... I am still in the hospital, still on the hospital bed in the corridor, and there is no room for me...

Please give me a monthly vote. Su Ming plans to play roles. Please give me a monthly vote to encourage me to resist evil and continue to write role-playing seriously and purely...)

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