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 is obviously teasing it. He could have severely damaged it directly, but he stopped at every critical moment.

Nan Jie Ling wanted to run, but Feng Hao was not as fast as he could.

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 blocked in front of Feng Hao again. It collapsed completely. A pair of transformed hands hugged its head, looking like Extremely painful.

Feng Hao chuckled and said: "Think again, I will not control you, I just want to feel at ease."

The Southern World Spirit is not stupid, of course he knows that Feng Hao Hao's meaning is nothing more than 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 having such 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 finished speaking, Feng Hao's expression immediately darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Then this emperor will destroy your soul beads, which must be the result of your power. Source, without it, I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything..."

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.

Without 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 more important.

The only thing that the Southern World Spirit cannot accept is probably taking orders from others...

"Are you threatening me?"

The Southern World Spirit is transformed A huge skull appeared, 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 the threat was nothing. What?

　“……”

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 doesn’t understand the style 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 be left?

“There is no room for negotiation?”

Nan Jie Ling said solemnly.

Feng Hao looked convinced of the Southern World Spirit and shook his head: "Absolutely not!"

"Haha!"

Nan The world spirit laughed twice, then stared at Feng Hao, and said seriously: "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 blood condensed and flew towards Feng Hao.

No sense of moral integrity...

"..."

Now it was Feng Hao's turn to be speechless. He originally thought that the spirit of the Southern Realm There will be a stalemate for a while, or there will be a few more righteous words, but who knows that they will compromise so quickly.

Where is 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 turned into a human form, with a look of grievance on his face.

"Of course!"

Feng Hao threw the golden hoop at Sun Wukong, smiled at Nan Jie Ling who looked like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, and comforted: "Follow me. What's wrong? Later on, the other four spirits will come to keep you company..."

The Southern World Spirit trembled and stared at Feng Hao dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.

It was trembling in its heart at this moment. What 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?" Nan Jie Ling 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 powerful beasts from the ancient world have fallen, and they have no 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 shortly after it was handed over.

Feng Haoxiao 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, but suddenly turned into a chess player, and had the life and death of it in his hands, Nan Jie Ling felt uncomfortable.

"You must know how to be content. Compared with turning into a ray of 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 all clearly emerged in Feng Hao's mind, without any secrets at all.

Nan Jie Ling thought to himself, muttered a few words, and then stopped talking.

Anyway, the matter has come to this, and there is no turning back.

"Can you return the soul bead to me?"

Nan Jie Ling looked at Feng Hao resentfully. A large part of his compromise was because of the soul bead. That 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: "This Southern World Spirit has been conquered? "

Feng Hao nodded and said: "As long as I am not stupid, I will agree."

The corners of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched slightly and said: "If I were old Sun, I would definitely not Agree, could it be that...my old grandson is stupid?"

Feng Hao rolled his eyes at Sun Wukong and said: "This is the first time I see a strong person like you who would say he is stupid...you I disagree becauseThere is still a way out, but the Southern World Spirit is different. He doesn't agree. There really is no way out..."

Sun Wukong scratched his head and asked doubtfully: "Then how do you know it has no way out? road? "

"Guess! "

Feng Hao said seriously.

"Haha..."

I, the old man, believed in your evil deeds!
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