Chapter 1126 Human Domestication Plan
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 is going on?"
Lu Zichuan said: "These human beings who are 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 to them. The purpose is to capture them all, completely open the eyes of the residual gods in their palms, and finally tame them into our residual gods and serve them forever. Zhang Tianpeng, a traitor to the human race, does not understand my plan. , attracted many uninformed remnant gods to surround and kill them, and you did not 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 it, punishing you now is of no use."
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 residual god!" Wei Xuetong said with determination, "You, the residual god clan, want 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 Digging out from the palm of the god, I personally suppressed most of the divine energy, turning the complete divine eye into a half-open divine eye. Otherwise, you would have been overwhelmed by the divine energy of the complete divine eye. The evil will in the Eyes of the Can God will gradually open up and completely invade your sea of consciousness, and finally completely assimilate you 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 like he was struck by lightning. No one understood better than him how terrifying spiritual slavery is. This is something that cannot be resisted by human will. Even high-level saints like 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 Desolate God 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 excreted the Eye of the God in three hours, you will completely lose the chance to get rid of the Eye of the 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. A 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." A disciple of 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. 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 one of our 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 hurriedly stepped forward and said: "This guy is the Holy Son of Tianming, but his true identity is the rebellious Li Hanxue of Tianwuzong."
"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. You are very good and very strong. The more powerful you are, the greater your contribution will be to our Canshen clan. Li Hanxue, I am very optimistic about you. I hope you will not disappoint my high expectations for you!"
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 two of them were unable to resist. The difference in realm is too huge.
Tong Ming opened his hand, and a cage made of black iron was placed over everyone's head. Then he raised his long sleeves and brought everyone up, following Lu Zichuan back to Mochuan City.
"Li Hanxue, do you have any way to get out?" Jian Wufeng said.
Li Hanxue shook her head and sighed, "I'm at my wit's end now. If Teacher Qixin was here, with his strength, he could definitely save me, but I can't get in touch with him anymore."
"Damn it!" Jian Wufeng looked unwilling, "Are we really going to be tamed by the disabled tribe? If we really become the disabled god tribe, forget everything in the past, and only have killing in our minds, it would be better to die directly."
Li Hanxue was silent. If it was really as Jian Wufeng said, he would become a muddleheaded killing machine. What kind of dark world would that be? He didn't dare to imagine.
It's not that Li Hanxue is afraid of killing. What he is afraid of is that he will never remember the soft part of his heart. Su Xiaoya, Li Qi, Ma Hualang, Fang Tianxing, Ghost Face Old Man, Seven Heart Killer Saint, Wu Ding Mansion Master... Each one of them is more important to him than any wealth. If he forgets them all, forgets everything, what's the difference between that and death?
"No, I will never let this happen!"
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