Emperor Jiuyin

"Little friend, stop it! Stop it, if you keep blasting me, I will blow myself up, and I will drag you along with me to be buried with me." The Dragon-Selecting Lord roared.

"Really?" Li Hanxue sneered, one soul mark after another, with no intention of stopping.

The Dragon-Selecting Saint is a Saint. The higher the realm and the longer a person lives, the more he knows the value of life and the more he cherishes his life.

The vastness of time passes, and love and justice are important, but is there anything more important than life?

No! Nothing is as important as life.

The longer you live, you will become indifferent to many truths of friendship, and the only thing you care about seems to be your life.

It's just ten years of honor and disgrace. Compared to the millions of years of life of a holy king, what does it count?

The Dragon-Selecting Lord finally gave in: "That's it, that's it. Boy, stop it. I'm willing to sign a ten-year contract with you."

Li Hanxue showed a smile, and then stopped the bombardment of the soul brand.

"In that case, then completely open your Sacred Heart and let me stamp my soul on it."

Every holy king has a holy soul, and in the holy soul, there is a holy heart. The holy heart is the life gate of the saint.

If the physical body is destroyed, you can spend your lifespan to re-condensate it. If the holy soul is damaged, you can quickly replenish it through cultivation or swallowing some heavenly materials and earthly treasures. However, if the holy heart is shattered, it will fall completely and no one can save it. .

Therefore, the best way to kill the Holy King is to directly crush the Holy Heart. However, the Sacred Heart is in the deepest part of the Holy Soul and is protected by layers of power. It is generally impossible to show it to others unless that person no longer wants to live.

If the Dragon-Selecting Lord releases the Sacred Heart and imprints it with the soul, he will become Li Hanxue's slave completely.

Therefore, the Dragon-Selecting Lord was hesitant.

Li Hanxue smiled and said: "What? Now that things have happened, do you still want to regret it?"

"Hey... Li Hanxue, you have to remember your promise."

"Don't worry, I will definitely let you go after ten years."

The Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon opened his holy soul, and saw a golden heart like a bunch of bananas flying out of the golden holy soul, thumping, beating vigorously, and exuding bursts of golden fluctuations.

Li Hanxue's mind moved, and a thousand soul marks were formed, completely wrapping the heart.

If it is a wild warrior, a soul mark is enough to control the opponent. However, because the opponent was a Saint Lord, Li Hanxue did not dare to be careless, so he applied a thousand soul marks.

Li Hanxue was afraid that it was not safe enough, so he added nine thousand soul marks.

The Dragon-Selecting Lord was speechless: "Boy, do you need to be so vigilant? My holy soul is already extremely weak. If not, I wouldn't be able to show weakness to you."

"Be careful with your ten thousand year ship." Li Hanxue said with a smile.

As the 10,000 soul imprints were completely penetrated into the holy heart of Holy Lord Dragon-Selecting, the holy soul of Holy Lord Dragon-Selecting gradually changed its color, from a golden state to a hazy and gray state.

Later, Li Hanxue had a wonderful feeling of fusion with the holy soul of the Dragon-Selecting Monarch.

A large number of memories of Saint Lord Selecting the Dragon poured into Li Hanxue's mind. From the birth and growth of Saint Lord Selecting the Dragon, to his entry into martial arts, and then to becoming a Saint Lord, Li Hanxue knew all these memories clearly.

However, after Saint Lord Choosing the Dragon stepped into the holy realm, his memory was completely blank.

It's not that the Dragon-Selecting Lord has forgotten or was erased, but because Li Hanxue's current cultivation level simply cannot bear that kind of memory. If he forcibly peeks into it, Li Hanxue's mental power will definitely collapse, and he will most likely become a idiot.

"Master!" The holy soul of Dragon-Selecting Lord made a dull voice.

"Okay! I have finally surrendered to the Holy Lord Selecting the Dragon." Li Hanxue was overjoyed, "Sage Lord Selecting the Dragon is originally a high-level Holy Lord and is arrogant. His current holy soul is too weak. If he does not regain his strength, he will not be able to send him. use."

Li Hanxue broke the golden dodecahedron, liberated the holy soul of Dragon-Selecting Lord, and completely integrated it into the red puppet, becoming one with it.

Later, Li Hanxue asked Saint Lord Selecting the Dragon to practice on his own, absorb the energy between heaven and earth, and restore the power of the holy soul.

The Dragon-Selecting Lord is indeed strong, but he cannot be too strong.

If his holy soul is completely restored, with his strength, he can easily break free from the shackles of the soul brand, turn his back on the guest, and enslave Li Hanxue.

In order to prevent this situation from happening, Li Hanxue could only restore a small part of the power of the holy soul of the Dragon-Selecting Lord, limiting it to within his controllable range.

In the end, the power of the Dragon-Selecting Holy Lord only returned to the level equivalent to the power of the second-level Holy Lord.

It would be comfortable to have a high-level holy king as a thug. But that is not realistic after all. Li Hanxue is very satisfied with having a second-level sage as a thug.

Li Hanxue handed over the Holy Sword of Freedom to the Dragon Sage Lord. With the holy weapon and his powerful cultivation comparable to that of the second-level Saint Lord, Li Hanxue had a powerful life-saving trump card.

After Li Hanxue took the Dragon-Selecting Lord back into his storage bag, he continued to sink into cultivation.

…

Time flies, and there are only three days left before the day when Tianwuzong accepts disciples. Bao Jie has already followed Li Hanxue's instructions and waited early on a hilltop ten miles away from Fengju Mountain.

"Master!" Bao Jie immediately knelt down on one knee when he saw a man wearing a white coat, black gauze and a mask walking over.

"Get up." Li Hanxue said, "How did you do what I asked you to do?"

"My subordinates have already done it. The person in charge of the disciple recruitment ceremony in the Wild Martial Realm this time is Elder Shi Chenshi. His subordinates have already given him a pass. At that time, the master will participate in the disciple recruitment ceremony as his friend Zhang Ranran." "But Elder Shi Chen will not go too far into investigating the authenticity of the master's identity." Bao Jie raised his head, "However, master, you will not be able to wear this mask at that time. The disciples of the Tianwu Sect are not allowed to cover their faces." of."

"The master's identity has been exposed. Almost everyone in the Tianwu Sect knows the master's face, which is a big trouble."

Li Hanxue took off his mask: "Does anyone still recognize me now?"

Bao Jie was shocked when he saw Li Hanxue's hideous and terrifying face: "This... Master, have you ruined your own face?"

Li Hanxue nodded.

"In this way, there is no problem in sneaking into the Tianwuzong." Bao Jie sighed inwardly, "The master is just cruel enough to ruin his own face. If he cannot become a saint, he may have to be an ugly monster for the rest of his life. ”

"Master, Tianwuzong is extremely far away from Fengju Mountain. It's a bit tight to travel in three days. Let's set off immediately." Bao Jie said.

"Without further ado, let's go."

The two of them drove non-stop for three days and three nights, and finally arrived at Tianwuzong.

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