Lu Zichuan smiled and said: "You probably think that you elites were specially selected to better pursue Young Master Zhaixing. In fact, this is not the case. You are just test subjects provided to us by Baitian Shengjun."
"Test subject?" Tong Ming was full of doubts, "Master Lu, what on earth is going on?"
Lu Zichuan said: "These human races pretending to be Can God are all outstanding talents. They have almost no rivals in the same realm. Therefore, I specially asked Bai Tianshengjun to select them and send Can God
The purpose of the land is to capture them all and completely open the eyes of the residual gods in their palms. Finally, they will be tamed into our residual gods and be loyal to our residual gods forever. Zhang Tianpeng, a human traitor, does not understand my plan.
, attracted many uninformed remnant gods to surround and kill them. And you didn’t understand my plan, and you actually wanted to kill them, which almost ruined the event!"
Tong Ming, Tu Li and others were trembling with fear: "It turns out that Mr. Lu has such a brilliant plan. I almost made a big mistake and asked Mr. Lu to punish me."
Lu Zichuan waved his hand and said, "That's all, punishing you now will no longer help."
When many wild warriors heard this, they were shocked: "They actually want to tame us into the Clan of the Gods!"
"I will never become a Can God!" Wei Xuetong said with determination, "You Can God clan wants to tame us? It's simply a delusion!"
Lu Zichuan smiled and said: "It is useless to let your hearts be as strong as iron. You probably think that as long as your will is strong enough, you will not fall. But I tell you, the Eyes of the Can God in your palms are all from the evil Can
It was dug out from the palm of the god, and I personally took action to suppress most of the divine energy, turning the complete divine eye into a half-open divine eye. Otherwise, you would have been exploded by the divine energy of the complete divine eye. This
The evil will in the Eye of the Can God will gradually open up as the Eye of the God opens, completely invading your sea of consciousness, and finally assimilate you completely into our Can God clan. If I had to use a metaphor, I would probably use it with your human race.
It’s the same thing to use mental power to enslave your opponent!”
When Li Hanxue heard this, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. No one knew better than him how terrifying spiritual slavery was. It was not something that human will could resist. Even high-level saints like the Dragon-Selecting Lord were enslaved by Li Hanxue.
Talking about being strong-willed in the face of spiritual slavery is just a joke.
As long as the evil Can God's eyes are opened, these wild warriors will truly assimilate into the Can God clan!
Li Hanxue quickly shouted: "Everyone, force the Eye of the God of Remnants out of your body!"
"It's useless." Lu Zichuan laughed loudly, "Every move you make is within my expectation. The moment the Eye of the Damn God is implanted in your body, it is destined to be impossible to take out. As long as it is implanted
If you haven't expelled the Eye of the Damn God out of your body in three hours, you will completely lose the chance to get rid of the Eye of the Damn God."
Everyone tried their best to force out the Eye of the God, but as Lu Zichuan said, the Eye of the God in the palm of his right hand did not move. The more they forced it, it gradually opened its eyes, revealing a shocking sight.
The chilling evil light.
Everyone looked desperate: "How could this happen?"
"Are we really going to become a clan of crippled gods?"
"Hahaha... We were actually betrayed by our own people, and we are going to become the Canned Gods." One of the disciples from the Sword Burial Pavilion couldn't bear this despair, and laughed, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with becoming a Canned God.
Okay? Anyway, as a human race, we will die sooner or later, and we will be driven to death by our Bai Tiansheng personally. But if we become the crippled gods, we can survive."
"You weak bastard!" Jian Wufeng frowned, and the holy sword in his hand suddenly swung towards the head of the Burial Sword Pavilion disciple, but was knocked away by a black light from Lu Zichuan's fingertips.
Lu Zichuan smiled and said: "Jian family boy, you don't have to be angry. He is right. Only by becoming my Canshen clan can you have a chance to survive. You should thank us."
Jian Wufeng said: "You don't want me to surrender to you!"
Lu Zichuan laughed and said: "Jian family boy, I know that you are the grandson of Jian Wuyi from the Burial Sword Pavilion. With your talent, once you open your eyes, you will definitely be the top master of my Canshen clan."
Then Lu Zichuan glanced at Li Hanxue and others again. He stared at Li Hanxue and frowned: "Who are you? Why didn't you be mentioned in the information that Baitian Shengjun gave me?"
At this time, Li Hanxue returned to his original appearance, so Lu Zichuan did not know Li Hanxue's identity.
Tu Li quickly stepped forward and said: "This guy is the Holy Son of Tianming, but his true identity is the rebellious Li Hanxue of Tianwu Sect."
"Oh?" Lu Zichuan stared at Li Hanxue with interest and said with a smile, "I heard from Holy Lord Baitian that this Holy Son of Tianming is the number one master in the Huangwu Realm. He has never appeared in the Huangwu Realm since the founding of the Tianwu Sect.
I have experienced such a character. Very good and very strong. The stronger you are, the greater your contribution to our Canshen clan will be after you are domesticated. Li Hanxue, I am very optimistic about you, and I hope you will not disappoint my high expectations for you in the future!"
Li Hanxue remained silent.
"Take all these humans away!"
"yes!"
Tong Ming, Gong Xihe, Tu Li and other nine saints all dispatched together and confiscated all the holy weapons in everyone's hands. No one could resist. Even Li Hanxue was helpless in front of the high-level holy sword.
The difference in realm is too huge.
Tong Ming opened his big hand, and a black iron cage was placed over everyone's heads. Then he raised his long sleeves, took everyone up, and followed Lu Zichuan back to Mochuan City.
"Li Hanxue, is there any way you can escape?" Jian Wufeng asked.
Li Hanxue shook his head and sighed: "I'm at the end of my rope now. If Teacher Qixin were here, with his strength, he could definitely save me, but I can no longer get in touch with him."
"Damn it!" Jian Wufeng showed an unwilling look on his face, "Are we really going to be domesticated by the crippled clan? If we really become the crippled god clan, forget everything in the past, and only have killing in our minds, then we might as well just do it directly
Death is a relief."
Li Hanxue remained silent. If he turned into a muddleheaded killing machine as Jian Wufeng said, he could not imagine what kind of dark world it would be.
It's not that Li Hanxue is afraid of killing, what he is afraid of is that he can no longer remember the soft part that occupies his heart, Su Xiaoya, Li Qi, Ma Hualang, Fang Tianxing, the ghost-faced old man, the Seven-Hearted Killer, the Master of Wuding Palace...everyone
People are more important to him than any wealth. If he forgets them all and forgets everything, what is the difference between it and death?