Great Creator

Chapter 396: Naturalization on Sunday (12)

The mountain range here in the aura world is more than 10,000 kilometers away from the lost temple.

Huang Si's soul passed through the balancer and then extended, it could not have reached this far.

But just now his family members were going to be bullied, Huang Si was in a hurry and thought of a good way.

The book of creation is a part of him, and he can directly switch his soul to the book as his body.

So you only need to put your body in a safe place over the green world, and then put the book in the rose garden, and switch over, you can temporarily take the Book of Creation as the core position where the soul is, and extend it.

Without a balancer as the middle channel, the mental force field can be extended to the limit, 20,000 kilometers.

Huang Si came to the scene, caught the blind Sanxian, and beat him dozens of times as a punishment.

Dare to bully his family, tired of work.

Immortal Yaori finished apologizing, got up from the ground, and stood aside.

He stole a glance at Deathwing, and was a little afraid that it would catch his gaze.

"Sunday!"

Huang Si snorted.

Deathwing's massive body took a step forward, his front paws raised slightly.

"I am the master of the temple, the dragon god Neltharion, and my name is Deathwing. Will you be my believer?"

"This Dragon God is fair and open, you offer your soul, your freedom, recognize me as Lord, I can give you a body, and eternal life!"

Seeing that Deathwing didn't force him, Yaori felt relieved.

But when he heard Deathwing's words, he became suspicious again.

"Dedicate your soul and freedom? Isn't this the art of controlling the soul?"

Yaori Daoist looked very frightened.

"What is soul control?"

Huang Si asked him.

"The art of soul control is a secret art of the soul, which can only be performed by true immortals. The person who is controlled by the soul will lose his will and be completely controlled by the master. This is an extremely terrifying secret art!"

If it was really a soul control technique, he would try his best to kill himself but would not be controlled by the soul.

Although he has never seen it before, he has seen it in the records of the ruins. Being charged with the soul is equivalent to the loss of the person's ego, which is no different from death.

Wait, this Deathwing doesn't know this secret technique.

Could it be that this is not a soul control technique?

Master Yaori was still thinking, when he heard Deathwing's huge voice coming from above:

"So, can the person who performs the soul control technique see the memory of the person who is controlled by the soul? Can the knowledge and experience of the person who is controlled by the soul be directly shared with the master?"

"Of course not, unless the soul-controlling person orders the soul-controlling person to speak out."

"This soul control technique is too weak, isn't it?"

Huang Si complained and asked again:

"Then why are you so scared, as if you don't want to accept soul control?"

"That's natural!"

Daoist Yaori shouted, his eyes were full of fear.

"After being charged with the soul, you are a slave. Most of the time, you will be directly sent by the master to fight, or block the knife, or even be ordered to directly kill your relatives... You don't know this kind of terrible pain..."

Yao Ri shook his head.

There are many tragedies mentioned in the records about the accused soul.

"What? Why does the master who controls the soul treat the person who is controlled by the soul so badly? Isn't it his subordinate? Isn't it right for the opponent's subordinate to be better?"

Huang Si asked puzzledly. He really couldn't figure out why he would deliberately spoil his subordinates.

"No, where are the subordinates, they are obviously slaves! People who are charged with souls will only be used as cannon fodder, and at best they will be used as tools. When necessary, they will be sacrificed to protect the master."

"So it's like this." Huang Si gradually began to understand the thinking of the people here, "That is to say, it's mainly because the people who perform the soul control technique are too weak, right, so they use their subordinates as cannon fodder and tools, Even so despicable that he threw his hands out to block the knives and sacrifice."

"That's natural! Who would think that there is not enough cannon fodder!"

Yaori real person shouted.

However, because the secret art of soul control is too taboo, not many people learn it.

But even so, all the stronger true immortals have learned it, and they have a lot of servants.

"I understand, so if the master is strong enough, so strong that all his subordinates combined are not as strong as him, then can't his subordinates live a good life without worrying about anything?"

"How can there be such a good thing? How can there be such a strong person?"

Yao Ri shook his head.

"Then, open your stupid eyes and take a good look, Sun."

Deathwing's voice laughed sarcastically.

"What do you see, is it a human being? Or is it a god that far surpasses all human races, practitioners, immortals, and is above you?"

Immortal Yaori raised his head.

There is no trace of practice on this huge body that covers the sky.

There is no spiritual power, no immortal power, no real immortal breath.

However, as a Sanxian, he didn't have any strength to resist.

Thinking of this, Immortal Yaori's heart trembled, and he finally understood what Deathwing meant.

An extraordinary ability that completely exceeds the knowledge of practitioners.

Not human, not immortal, then there are only gods!

In ancient legends, there were indeed gods, but that was so long ago that everyone forgot that gods ever existed.

If this mighty man is a real god.

Then he, isn't he, really...

Lucky you!

Master Yao Ri thought about it, no matter whether this Almighty is a real god or not, since he can easily kill him, there is really no need to lie to him like this.

"Big God, on my birthday, I am willing to become a believer of the Great God, and dedicate my soul and freedom to you!"

Immortal Yaori no longer hesitated, and knelt down to Deathwing.

"Yao Ri, accept me as master!"

Huang Si pressed his paws on the top of Yao Ri's head, and the golden light flickered.

Assimilation complete.

With the sharing of a Sanxian's thousands of years of experience and ability, in an instant, the entire consciousness space has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Down below, Yaori Daoist said to himself: "It turns out that it is like this... the soul master, this is such a feeling."

He has not lost himself, but he has a heartfelt faith in his master.

This feeling is not bad, it is really much better than the soul control technique.

Just as Yaori was feeling the new experience after recognizing the Lord, Huang Si was also searching his memory.

After roughly reading Yao Ri's past, Huang Si also has some understanding of his past physical condition, so he can start to reshape his physical body.

"By the way, Yao Ri, do you want to go to that old man's body, or should I squeeze another young one for you?"

Huang Si asked.

"Lord, master, can you really restore my youth?"

Immortal Yao Ri couldn't believe his ears. Rejuvenating a life is something that even a true immortal can't do! One must know that once the life essence is exhausted, once the vitality and blood decay, it is absolutely irreversible.

Advanced cultivation can only delay this process, but it can't stop it, and it can't be reversed.

Therefore, people who cannot cultivate into loose immortals or true immortals, even in the Mahayana period, can live up to two thousand years, and finally die of helpless old age.

He was already 1,500 years old when he became a Sanxian, and he was a bit older, and the Dharma Body of the Sanxian who finally cultivated still had the appearance before becoming a fairy.

But the master actually said that he could restore him to his youth!

"It's a piece of cake."

As Huang Si said, he gave an order to let Daoist Yaori disperse his dharma body, and then, with the power of creation, he pinched a 14-year-old body for Daoist Yaori on the spot.

This physical body is directly compared to the soul, and it naturally matches the soul.

Master Yao Ri clenched his fist, raised his hand, and looked at the back of his smooth and tender hand in disbelief.

This body is full of vitality, and he has never felt this kind of vitality for six thousand years!