King Mighty is really so powerful and knows how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, so could his arrival be part of his plan?
This is really terrible!
This is ten times more terrifying than the feeling Mo Shang brought to Zhuo Yifan. Just thinking about it makes his back numb.
"The Mighty King has a plan, but how can it be so easy to get his things? The weapon spirit lures you there. Not only will you not get the valuable treasure, but you will also become a sacrifice to awaken the Mighty King."
"Shut up, you shameful traitor." Qi Ling was trembling with anger.
Zhuo Yifan's expression changed, he pinched it hard, almost crushing the weapon spirit, and roared: "Is everything he said true?"
"So what?" Qi Ling said proudly: "My king has no plans left. No one in the world can stop him from awakening."
Zhuo Yifan was shocked. If this god-like person appeared in the lower realm, wouldn't he be invincible?
Who will be his enemy?
Is it a coincidence or necessity that I came to you?
"What are the conditions for King Mighty to wake up?"
Zhuo Yifan's words were meant to be asked.
After all, the young man in white had not been able to activate the soul mark for a long time, and he had not gained many secrets.
"Hmph, do you think I will tell you?" Qi Ling snorted coldly.
"Let me devour the main body, and I can get all his secrets." The young man in white said: "I don't want to be a weapon spirit, and I don't want to guard an ancient tomb for the rest of my life. Fusion with me as the main body is the best result."
"Are you crazy? You actually want to devour me?" Qi Ling was really panicked this time and shouted: "Even if I blow myself up, I won't let you get my secret."
After saying that, he struggled hard, and his somewhat illusory body became even more distorted, as if it was really going to explode.
Zhuo Yifan sneered: "If you want to blow yourself up in front of me, there's no way."
With the power of the mind at his fingertips, he used the confinement circle, and the chains of source power penetrated the conscious body and tied him up directly.
The weapon spirit yelled in despair, but it was of no avail.
"Give him to me quickly, you won't be able to trap him for long." The young man in white shouted.
Zhuo Yifan hesitated for a moment and threw the weapon spirit over: "Remember your promise."
The young man in white nodded, without hesitation, grabbed the weapon spirit, stuffed it into his mouth as if swallowing candy, and started chewing it.
Although it was a spirit body, it still made Zhuo Yifan feel nauseous, which was no less shocking than the cannibalism of the Black Heart Demon.
After the young man in white devoured the main body, his whole body erupted with a burst of brilliant light, forcing Zhuo Yifan to squint his eyes.
The power of his mind was like invisible armor, guarding his consciousness, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
The young man in white is like taking a big tonic pill, his momentum keeps rising, becoming more and more astonishing.
Zhuo Yifan quickly took a few steps back and watched him warily.
Although he doesn't believe in weapon spirits, he also doesn't believe in the young man in white. In essence, there is no difference between them. It's just that one is under the absolute control of the mighty king, and the other is a free soul.
When the two are put together, no one knows what will happen.
Zhuo Yifan somewhat regretted his recklessness.
This is destined to be a big gamble.
The young man in white let out a wild beast-like howl and held his head with both hands, seemingly in great pain.
Obviously, the weapon spirit is not willing to let it be swallowed up, and is fighting back hard.
But he was tortured to the point of dying by Zhuo Yifan, so how could he be the opponent of the young man in white? Soon, the young man in white calmed down, but his whole body was still covered with a layer of white mist, which made him look very misty.
This aura shocked Zhuo Yifan.
His temperament has completely changed, like an immortal descending to earth, exuding a noble aura that does not belong to this world, towering over all things, making people want to surrender involuntarily.
"Hey, are you okay? You don't have any sequelae of indigestion, right?" Zhuo Yifan asked tentatively, while getting ready to fight.
The young man in white slowly opened his eyes, and two brilliant rays of light burst out, like two scorching suns. He turned around and stared at Zhuo Yifan, like a superior god looking down on mortals.
Zhuo Yifan snorted coldly, and a ripple suddenly appeared three feet in front of him. The halo spread, stirring up regular threads and twisting them, causing the void to deform.
"You are really ambitious. Do you want to burn down the bridge?" Zhuo Yifan sneered: "Come on then, let me see how powerful you are now."
"You misunderstood. I just wanted to see your true strength. I had no intention of becoming an enemy." The young man in white said calmly.
The light in his eyes gradually faded, revealing his true handsome appearance.
Zhuo Yifan laughed and said, "Can I believe you?"
"You have to believe, do you have any other choice now?" The young man in white said indifferently: "I have merged with the subject's memory. Although you can threaten me now, you can't kill me if you want to."
Zhuo Yifan's face darkened: "So you've been using me all along."
"It's not taking advantage, it's just helping each other at best." If the young man in white had such a noble temperament in front of ordinary people, even if he wouldn't be mistaken for an immortal, he would at least be a noble man with excellent demeanor.
But in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, he is an insidious weapon spirit with different appearances and duplicities.
Everything about him is just a disguise, and Zhuo Yifan will certainly not be fooled.
However, hearing what the young man in white said, he actually wanted to fulfill his promise, which made Zhuo Yifan a little moved.
"So, are you really going to hand over the devil's heart to me?"
"Yes, I am not a weapon spirit. Most of my soul components belong to humans. I remember that humans have a saying that a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. How can I be a person without faith." The young man in white said with dignity.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but suffocated and rubbed his eyes. Could it be that this guy in front of him had his entire ideological and moral character sublimated after absorbing the main body?
Zhuo Yifan never believed that any evil person could suddenly realize and put down his butcher knife.
Generally speaking, in this situation, you probably know that you are in doom and it is better to just give up.
But now that the odds of winning against him are 50-50, the young man in white doesn't need to worry about himself at all. Why is he doing this?
Could it be that he wanted to use the magic circle to kill himself?
As if he knew what Zhuo Yifan was thinking, the young man in white looked helpless: "Human, please don't judge others by yourself. I really want to be friends with you, not enemies. Moreover, instead of being suspicious of each other, now there are
The biggest threat is in front of us. If we can't solve it, not only you and me, but the entire lower world will become bloody. It will be very difficult for you human race to survive."
Zhuo Yifan looked shocked and said in disbelief: "Are you talking about the awakening of King Mighty? Is this... really possible?"
"It's not whether it's possible, but it will definitely happen." The young man in white said with a wry smile: "Actually, the castle stopped in this time and space a hundred years ago and no longer travels. I think it has reached its end."