The Emperor Of The World

"Crap, I'm afraid that today ?" Dian Feng could not retreat, he was in the mud man's body, where else could he run to?!    

    

Dian Feng did not understand. These crazy "artists" could be called artists.    

    

In order to create a clay man, Dian Feng had refined his own body into Qi. Dian Feng truly felt that this madman would not let him go even if he was still alive, not to mention that he only had one last thought left!    

    

No wonder there were no living creatures in the valley. All living creatures with souls must have been used by him for experiments! Dian Feng thought coldly in his heart.    

    

Primordial Spirit were not to be trifled with. They had to force a Primordial Spirit to fuse with a body, and from then on, accept the action of having the body under their control. This is very dangerous!    

    

If Dian Feng's Primordial Spirit could not handle it, if the burden was too great, it would immediately crumble and disappear!    

    

The mysterious man laughed sinisterly, he floated in front of Dian Feng and revealed his dense white teeth, laughing hoarsely, "Hehe ? Don't be afraid, the soul extraction won't hurt, I'll be fine! "    

    

After he finished speaking, he stretched out an illusory palm, reaching towards the center of Dian Feng's brows!    

    

"No!" Dian Feng wanted to run, but he was locked by an aura. This was the energy from the remnant consciousness of the Monarch Stage, it was even stronger than a Monarch Artifact!    

    

The True Immortal Jindan could not help Dian Feng either. It was a dead object after all, and this shadow was half a Primordial Spirit!    

    

Just as the illusionary finger reached into his forehead, the moment it came into contact with Dian Feng, he felt his entire body tremble, it was a tremble that came from the soul!    

    

He had no doubt that this hand could pull out his Primordial Spirit from his sea of consciousness!    

    

"Hehe ?" "Don't be afraid, it will be done soon. I will be very gentle!" The mysterious man stared at Dian Feng's terrified and angry eyes, he smiled, looking like he had the grace of a bandit!    

    

Dian Feng was enraged, his entire body shivering uncontrollably, but he was unable to move at all. He could only clench his teeth and watch as the illusionary palm reached between his eyebrows!    

    

Dian Feng closed his eyes as his mind sunk into his sea of consciousness. As expected, he saw a huge palm grabbing towards his consciousness!    

    

Dian Feng's Primordial Spirit had always been in his sea of consciousness. After his mind had sunk into his sea of consciousness, his five senses returned to the Primordial Spirit, turning into an illusory little golden figure!    

    

This was the result of cultivating the Soul Spell. The Primordial Spirit was golden and transparent, it did not have any impurities in its exquisite and exquisite feel, and it contained powerful Divine Consciousness and Soul Power.    

    

Dian Feng's Primordial Spirit saw the palm grabbing over, and immediately escaped into the spirit tower. It was an old demon, even within his sea of consciousness, Dian Feng did not have the ability to retaliate!    

    

In Dian Feng's sea of consciousness, there were a few treasures that he could only seek medical treatment for in desperation.    

    

First, he flew to the Spiritual Altar and placed the drop of Immortal Liquid in front of him. This was personally refined for him by a Immortal King. Dian Feng hoped to use this chance to make the determination to stop!    

    

"Huh?" The palm stopped in front of the spiritual altar, clearly sensing the Spirit Qi on the Immortal Liquid that was filled with Immortal Light.    

    

But he only stopped for a second, in the next breath he continued to extend his hand: Humph, it is just a bit of Qi, your main body is not in this world, even if it is Immortal King, how can it withstand me?!    

    

Dian Feng was shocked, he never thought that this obsession would not hesitate to offend the Immortal King. Seems like he was really just insisting on one goal, going all out to achieve it, he did not feel any sense of respect!    

    

"We're finished, what should we do!" Dian Feng saw that the palm was already close to the spirit altar, the Spiritual Sense swept across his sea of consciousness, hoping to find something that could protect his life.    

    

In Dian Feng's sea of consciousness, there was originally a True Immortal Jindan, a Immortal Liquid, a feather of unknown origins, and a book!    

    

"Right, it!"    

    

Above the spiritual altar, other than the Immortal Liquid, there was another book ? ? Soul Spell!    

    

This was what Leng Weiyang had given him. When she had passed down the [Soul Spell] to Dian Feng, Leng Weiyang had not done it the way she had done in the dark sky.    

    

Dian Feng was unable to directly read the content within, and could only read after reading through. This showed that it was indeed a book with a physical form.    

    

Previously, Dian Feng had been unable to move it out of his sea of consciousness. He could only read the contents written on it, but Dian Feng was sure that this was a treasure as well!    

    

"Let's just bet that you're a treasure!" Dian Feng's Primordial Spirit lifted the Soul Spell manual and placed it between his and the palm that was grabbing!    

    

"Stop resisting! This is a great opportunity for you. If you can become an Emperor, then you can immediately become an Emperor!" A stubborn voice came out, it was a bit complacent and playful, as though he was looking forward to Dian Feng's Primordial Spirit.    

    

Dian Feng clenched his teeth, and said: "I would rather not have this kind of fortuitous opportunity!"    

    

"Tsk tsk ?" "Then it's not up to you!" He had done this tens of millions of times, and his heart didn't waver in the slightest.    

    

Closer. Closer!    

    

Dian Feng saw that his hand was grabbing over slowly, and it seemed like he would run into the [Soul Spell]!    

    

"There's no reaction right now. It's over. I'm really done for this time!" In Dian Feng's eyes, there was despair. Against an existence with an Emperor's Dao ability, he seemed to be powerless!    

    

Weng! *    

    

That giant hand reached out and grabbed the [Soul Spell], as if it despised it. It wanted to casually throw it away and continue catching Dian Feng's Primordial Spirit.    

    

However, at this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred!    

    

The Soul Spell that was originally closed slowly opened by itself and opened to a blank page! Dian Feng did not have enough Cultivation Level s, so he could not see the rest of the chapters from the Divine Buddhist Stage, so he was left with nothing.    

    

"Huh?" After a moment of doubt, he realized that he couldn't get rid of the < Soul Spell > anymore. Instead, he was attracted by the blank title page!    

    

Weng! *    

    

On the blank title page, there was a hint of black. It seemed to be the part of a character that appeared slowly.    

    

"Capture!" Dian Feng recognized the word, it was from the Ancient God Language s.    

    

The moment the word "capture" appeared, the obsession suddenly cried out in fear, "What?! How is this possible?!"    

    

Outside Dian Feng's body, the stubbornness was struggling, wanting to cut off the arm that was probing into Dian Feng's sea of consciousness. However, a powerful suction force suddenly came over, pulling him into Dian Feng's sea of consciousness!    

    

Ah!" His eyes opened wide in disbelief as he stared at the ancient book. The "take" character was pulling him and even had his arm sucked into the title page of the book!    

    

"This, this is actually the Soul Spell ?" The last sentence of the obsession had a hint of shock and regret in it. In the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed into the book!    

    

Dian Feng could see that after the determined Residual Soul was sucked in, it was still struggling within the paper, as if the person in the painting was trying to break out from the canvas!    

    

This scene reminded Dian Feng of the "Luohe Chart".    

    

Weng! *    

    

He flipped through the? Soul Spell? once again, and on a blank title page, the word "Zhen" appeared. The character flew out and landed on the title page!    

    

Following that, the word 'town' slowly changed, as if it was broken down into strokes and turned into black chains that tied up the entire page!    

    

The struggling obsession could no longer move, and after that, it became a Rune that Dian Feng could not understand, and was sealed within this page of the? Soul Spell?!    

    

"What, what is going on?!" After a long while, Dian Feng recovered from his shock and muttered to himself.    

    

However, he knew that he seemed to be safe.