"It's a pity that the battle was so brutal that I lost all my treasures, leaving only this five-treasure armor with more than 90% damage left for you." Wuhun sighed.
"Thank you, senior." Jian Wushuang was still extremely grateful, "Senior, I have a small matter. I wonder if senior can help?"
"Tell me about it." Wuhun was very patient.
"I have a slave, he is a strong man from ancient times..." Jian Wushuang briefly explained the existence of Dao Yuanzi.
At the same time, he also talked about some subtle relationships between himself and Dao Yuanzi.
After hearing what Jian Wushuang said, Wuhun raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to completely erase his own consciousness and completely control him?"
"Yes, this is the only way there won't be any risks. I wonder if senior can do anything about it?" Jian Wushuang said solemnly.
"There is a way. Let your slave come out first." Wuhun said.
Jian Wushuang nodded, then waved his hand, and Dao Yuanzi, who had been suppressed in the Blood Peak Sword, immediately appeared in the surrounding void.
"Owner."
As soon as he appeared, Dao Yuanzi immediately nodded and bowed to Jian Wushuang, and when he saw Wuhun, his heart was shocked.
He stayed in the Blood Peak Sword and knew what was happening in the outside world, but he could not hear some of the conversations between Jian Wushuang and Wuhun.
"Are you that Dao Yuanzi?" Wuhun's voice that seemed to contain magic sounded.
Dao Yuanzi looked at Wuhun, with a bad feeling in his heart, but suddenly...boom!
A powerful soul force swept over directly.
"Not good!" Dao Yuanzi's expression changed drastically.
He had already guessed what Wuhun wanted to do.
"You old immortal, don't even think about erasing my consciousness!!!" Dao Yuanzi was furious and immediately began to struggle crazily to resist.
The strength of this resistance made Wuhun frown slightly.
"Be honest!" Jian Wushuang shouted, and the mark he left on Dao Yuanzi's soul immediately burst out with power.
"Asshole, Jian Wushuang, I have already surrendered to you, and you still don't let me go, and you still want to control my soul? You are dreaming!!"
"Even if I die, I will never let you succeed!!"
Dao Yuanzi roared crazily, and as he roared, his soul began to burn.
For a cultivator, being controlled by the soul is much more miserable than dying directly.
"Want to self-destruct?" Wuhun's eyes turned cold, and his gray figure instantly dimmed, but the soul power that poured into Dao Yuanzi's body instantly surged.
"Ahhhh!!!" Dao Yuanzi screamed, his voice hysterical.
But this shouting only lasted for a moment.
After a while, Dao Yuanzi completely calmed down.
He just stood there, his eyes blank.
Seeing this scene, Wuhun also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jian Wushuang, "Fortunately, your slave is already seriously injured. In addition, you left a soul mark on him before, which has opened a gap. Otherwise,
...With just the remaining consciousness of mine, it is absolutely a luxury to hope to completely erase his consciousness."
While speaking, Wuhun's figure became more and more transparent, as if he might completely disappear at any time.
Jian Wushuang understood in his heart.
There was only a trace of consciousness left in Wuhun, and this consciousness, trying his best to cooperate with his soul imprint, finally completely wiped out Dao Yuanzi's own consciousness. But after all this, this trace of Wuhun was
Consciousness has also consumed so much energy that it can no longer be maintained and will soon dissipate completely.
"Thank you, senior, for helping me. This junior will always remember it in my heart." Jian Wushuang said solemnly.
"Haha, there is no need to be so polite. I have been dead for many years. At this last moment, I am lucky enough to meet a successor like you. If you really want to thank me, then practice hard. If one day you stand
At the top of this world, tell the ancient tribe that you are the descendant of my Wuhun, and let the old guys in the ancient tribe know that the descendants of my Wuhun will not be better than those they have carefully cultivated.
Geniuses must be weak!"
"If you can do this, I, Wuhun, will die without any regrets!"
"Haha~~~"
The laughter still echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time, while Wuhun's figure became completely transparent under Jian Wushuang's gaze.
Not long after, Wuhun's figure completely dissipated.
Jian Wushuang stood up, sighing in his heart, and then looked at Dao Yuanzi next to him.
The 'Dao Yuanzi' at this moment is completely different from before.
"My consciousness has been completely erased, let's control him directly." Jian Wushuang smiled, and a stream of soul power poured directly into Dao Yuanzi's sea of consciousness.
Dao Yuanzi couldn't resist at all, and soon, Jian Wushuang had completely controlled his soul.
"Owner."
Dao Yuanzi saluted Jian Wushuang respectfully, his eyes filled with unprecedented respect and enthusiasm, completely different concepts from before.
"From today on, you are the first sword servant under my command. As for the name Dao Yuanzi, you don't need to use it. From now on, you will be called Jian Yi." Jian Wushuang said.
"Jianyi, meet the master."
Jianyi, the sword servant transformed from 'Dao Yuanzi', said respectfully.
Jian Wushuang nodded with satisfaction, then looked around.
"Senior Wu Hun's bloodline inheritance has been obtained by me, and can I subdue the Taoist soldiers around Senior Wu Hun's body?" Jian Wushuang had a thought in his heart.
Those Dao soldiers are all at the Chaos Realm level. Although they have only reached the level of strength, other fighting skills and secret techniques are almost non-existent, but they are extremely numerous, with hundreds of Dao soldiers, and four more.
If all the silver-armored Dao soldiers could be subdued, they would be an extremely powerful fighting force, which would be more than enough to at least guard the Green Fire Realm.
"Try it."
Jian Wushuang stepped forward immediately.
As soon as he left the range of Wuhun's corpse, a Zun Dao soldier immediately rose up from the ground.
Seeing these Dao soldiers now, Jian Wushuang's feeling was completely different.
"So it turns out that these Taoist soldiers are made from the essence and blood of the ancient tribe. It should be that after the death of Senior Wuhun, his remaining consciousness used his own blood and essence to refine these Taoist soldiers to protect his body."
Jian Wushuang secretly marveled.
The combat power of the Taoist weapons refined from the blood after death was enough to reach the realm of chaos. Jian Wushuang could not imagine how strong Wuhun's combat power was during his lifetime.
"Since it is refined with the essence and blood of Senior Wuhun, it will be easy to subdue it."
Jian Wushuang smiled.
You know, he has inherited the bloodline of Wuhun, and now he is closely related to these Tao soldiers.