This said, before the clock could react, the three people's faces changed again, almost thinking that they had heard wrong.

They had expected the wind to open up what way to solve the current situation, did not expect the other side to actually be a direct showdown, the role of the slave print and the history of the clear.

This time, you know more than one person, but also dozens of disciples such as Jiang Shaoyang, no night, Hong Zhong, etc.!

“Slaves?These guys are crazy, aren’t they?Do you give the disciples a bondmark in this false soul world?”

The most surprising thing is Hong Zhong, he was only when these Fengjia disciples had some private grudge with Zhong away, want to take a breath in this virtual soul world, but he did not think that these people would even move out of the slave prints!

This is no longer a struggle between disciples, it is simply no different from assassination, it is definitely a taboo in the temple of the sun!

Even if he just wants to teach the clock away, he never thought that he would kill each other because of a little conflict.

If there is such a distorted martial arts heart, I am afraid that it is no different from the demon.

And Jiang Shaoyang and others were originally standing on the side of the clock, and after hearing this news, they were all approaching the clock, looking at each other's wind spirit with a glimmer of vigilance.

Even because of this shocking news, many disciples have attracted it and dropped their attention to the venue.

This sentence of the wind spirit actually directly let himself become the target of the crowd, and his own face is still incomparable, but with the wind mausoleum several people in stark contrast.

"Oh?"Aren’t you afraid that I’ll send this to the elders of the temple?”

After hearing this strange word, Zhong left to ask with a smile, but the depth of his eyes was more condensed.

Before this blue-clad youth was to let him be uncertain, and now the other party's perverse slave prints are said, but it makes the bell centrifugal more uneasy.

The blue-clad youth is obviously not a fool, and there is only one possibility to dare such a showdown, and the other side still has what means he does not yet know.

But even the clock can not imagine, in such a case, the other side can also turn out what kind of bottom card.

“The Slave Seal.”

Shocked so many people, even Bai Qiaoyan was aware of what, the appearance of the two eyes suddenly became heavy.

Bai Qiaoyan will leave the clock, only because it has completed the task of the White Family, and I do not know the reasons for it, and what Fengling and others want to do with the clock.

In any case, all she has to do is to use the power of the boundary to trap the clock, and in this false soul world, it is impossible to do anything to kill the disciples, and she will also let the wind family shoot.

But now from the mouth of the wind and spirit heard the role of this slave seal, but Bai Qiaoyan suddenly reacted.

She used the power of the boundary to trap the clock, which was actually an opportunity to give Fengling and others to plant a slave print!

Fortunately, the clock is not controlled by this slave print, otherwise Bai Qiaoyan will become an accomplice in this matter, and may still be in the dark.

The disciples planted slaves and controlled them as slaves, and such things were found by the temple of the Sun, and the lowest punishment would be expelled.

Even if Bai Qiaoyan was involved without knowing it, the end will not go well.

"I still want to stay in the temple, and what you have done has exceeded the original agreement."

After contemplating it, Bai Qiaoyan spoke again, but the voice was inexplicably matured a lot, like a change of person.

After saying this sentence, she actually stood at the side of the clock, hiding the meaning of drawing a line with the wind mausoleum and others.

"Thank you for leaving the White Lady."

Seeing the girl's movements, the clock nodded slightly from her head and said a word.

Before he rushed out of the gap from the boundary, if Bai Qiaoyan had stopped, perhaps he would not have come out so easily.

Although it is not necessary to break the knot by its own strength, this hand left by Bai Qiaoyan is undoubtedly a lot of ease for him.

Seeing that Bai Qiaoyan was standing on the other side of the clock, the three people in the wind and mausoleum completely lost hope, and the soul fluctuations on the body were all very quiet.

Under such circumstances, unless they stay in the realm of the false soul forever, what they face once they go out is absolutely a terrible punishment for the Sun Temple.

"You don't have to be too disappointed, when you enter the world of the false soul, don't you all let you go through a special cultivation and enhance your strength?"

The wind opened the spirit to see the three people in the wind mausoleum as demoralized, but he did not rush to speak, as if he were telling a very ordinary thing.

"Strength, what is the use of strength, once you leave the world of the soul, everything is finished."

The mood of the wind mausoleum at this moment can only be described as dead as ashes, and this words of the wind and spirit have not given him the slightest hope.

Because they let them deal with the clock, the wind family did give one of them an unknown spiritual dan, so that the strength of the three of them was greatly improved.

And the wind family also promised, as long as the slave print can be planted into the clock out of the body, this can quickly enhance the strength of the name of the god will have more after the fact!

But now that these things have no effect at all, even if the nameless god is strong, I am afraid they will not have the opportunity to enjoy it.

"It's all too cunning to be this clock!It's a shame!"

At this point, there is no need to hide, and the windy mound is also directly viciously scolding.

“It’s over, we’re done.”

In the end, the wind and bustle can only read these two sentences, and it is estimated that the heart of martial arts has begun to shake up.

From the successful hand of the slave seal, to the sudden break of the junction of the clock, this feeling of ups and downs is not something that ordinary people can bear.

“If I can get you out of the situation now, are you willing to pay anything?”

The sound of the wind began to sound again, as if with a mysterious temptation.

This strange question made all three people in the wind mausoleum a stagger, and it seemed to understand what, and finally there was a hint of hope in the eyes.

“Willing!Either way, we all want to!“Brother Enlightenment, help us!”

Although I do not know what kind of way the wind is, but at this moment the former is undoubtedly their only choice.

The martial arts heart of the three people in the wind mausoleum has come close to collapse, and now I hear that it is possible to let some of them survive, and immediately careless of any dignity, and directly kneel down to kowtow to the wind spirit with the body of this soul!

“Hahahahahahaha.”

Seeing a few people kneeling in front of themselves like a dog, Feng Qi Ling suddenly laughed loudly, and looked a little crazy.

“Who are you?”

Looking at this laughing blue-clad young man, the look in the eyes of the clock was particularly serious, and asked word by word.

The other party's strange behavior makes the uneasy meaning of Zhong centrifugation more and more clear.

Even if Jiang Shaoyang, Bai Qiaoyan and others are standing next to themselves, this feeling has not weakened in the slightest.

This wind is so strange.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are on the wind and open, and they want to see what kind of words this crazy guy will say.

Under the questioning of Zhong Yi, Feng Qi Ling finally stopped the crazy laughter and looked at the former again.

“Didn’t you ask me why I wasn’t afraid to put the seal on you into the hands of the elders of the temple?”

“Now I can tell you, because you can’t leave here!”

The last word fell, the wind spirit suddenly raised its arm to the sky, and the palm of a blood-colored light burst out, like an arrow, plummeting toward the top of the chaos of the world of the false soul.

Rumble!

Strange soul fluctuations swept up above the false soul world, and the demonic bloodful light finally dispersed when it reached the boundary, and the tide surged out like a sea tide, but no changes reappeared.

“What is that?”

This strange fluctuation surprised all the disciples who were present, and did not seem to understand what was happening.

“I seem to have lost contact with my body.”

At this time, a disciple of the temple in the distance suddenly exclaimed, and seemed incomparably alarmed.

“Lost of contact?”

Others reacted, quickly perceiving the body of their souls, and suddenly a heavy color appeared on their faces.

Originally into this virtual soul world, they will also have a trace of spirit and their own physical connection, when necessary, withdraw from the virtual soul world, return to the real world.

But now, all the disciples of the Sun Temple have found that they have lost contact with the body and have been completely shut up in this false soul world!