"This ...... How is this possible......"

Seeing that the soul of the Transformation God Realm was played with by Feng Wuchen and applauded, Liu Qingyang and the others were completely dumbfounded, and they were all petrified.

"Damn! cunning stinky boy!" the soul was extremely hideous, gritting its teeth, and trembling with rage.

The soul was trapped by the wind and dust, unable to move, and even more powerless to struggle.

Whatever Feng Wuchen asks him to do, he will do.

"In front of the master, you dare to be so presumptuous, I think you are tired of living!" The corners of his mouth hooked a dangerous arc, and in the depths of his dark eyes, a trace of fierceness flashed and disappeared.

"Master, when did Brother Feng become the master of the instrument soul?" Liu Qingyang and the others were puzzled again.

"Peng!"

A wisp of black flame appeared out of thin air in Feng Wuchen's palm, and then under Feng Wuchen's control, it slowly spread out, and a terrifying cold air permeated out, and the space within a radius of dozens of zhang was freezing into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's ...... Black Fire?" Seeing the black flames spreading, the expression of the soul changed drastically, and he said in disbelief: "You still have the Ancient Black Fire!"

A monstrous wave was set off in the soul of the instrument, what a terrifying existence the primeval black fire was, the powerhouses of the Transformation God Realm were very jealous, but the young junior in front of him actually controlled the black fire!

"The soul of a mere instrument dares to be so presumptuous. Feng Wuchen said coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was extremely fierce.

A moment later, under the unbelievable gaze of the Instrument Soul, the black fire slowly spread throughout his body, turning him into a black fire man.

"You...... What do you want to do?" asked the Soul Panic.

"What's the use of keeping the soul that dares to be presumptuous to the master, since I'm a refiner, I can let you disappear at any time and condense a new soul again, it's just as easy as a finger for me!"

"Ahh

The terrifying black fire suddenly devoured, and the soul screamed in pain.

On the one hand, it was controlled by the wind and dust, and on the other hand, it was swallowed by the black fire, and the soul was angry and afraid.

To put it mildly, it is to stand motionless and be beaten, even if you are unable to fight back, you can't even touch the beaten part, that kind of pain and shame, how can a proud soul endure it?

Liu Qingyang and his group were stunned, and in front of Feng Wuchen, the soul was no different from that of kindergarten children.

"Destroy your arrogant soul, I can control the primeval wheel teeth to break the seal at any time, why do I need to beg you? Hmph! Shame on your face!" Feng Wuchen said fiercely, without the slightest mercy, completely devouring to death.

The arrogance and arrogance of the soul of the instrument infuriated Feng Wuchen.

"Brother Feng, this ...... What the hell is going on, how can you control the artifact soul?" Liu Qingyang finally couldn't help but ask.

"Because the primeval ring teeth have become my magic weapon, I am now the owner of it, and of course I can control it. Feng Wuchen explained with a smile.

"What? has become the magic weapon of Brother Feng?" Liu Qingyang and the others were full of shocks.

"What nonsense! How can it be so easy to subdue the artifact? Moreover, the magic weapon has its own original owner's soul mark, even if you are a refiner, it is impossible to forcibly accept the artifact without dripping blood to recognize the master and erasing the soul mark. Shao Si Ming suddenly spoke.

Shao Si's words do make sense, and if you accept the magic weapon, you have to drop blood to recognize the Lord.

But Liu Qingyang and the others never saw the blood from beginning to end to recognize the master, let alone the soul mark of Feng Wuchen urging the soul power to erase the primeval ring teeth.

Hearing this, his eyes swept over Shao Si Ming, and Feng Wuchen said with a smile: "You are right, it is indeed to drip blood to recognize the Lord, when it absorbs my power, the soul is in a state of awakening, I have already let him absorb my blood at that time, how can I detect it in the state of awakening?"

"What, you were already ...... then," Shao Si Ming's face changed drastically.

After a pause, Feng Wuchen continued: "The primeval ring teeth are primeval artifacts, which have gone through the primeval period, the eternal period, the ancient period, and finally to the present, even if the powerful soul mark is already too weak to ignore, how can it stop me?"

"It turns out that Brother Feng has planned it a long time ago!" Liu Qingyang and the others finally understood.

Feng Wuchen smiled lightly: "The soul of the artifact has always been arrogant, because the existence of the artifact is even supreme, except for the original owner, it will never surrender to others, and the same is true for the primeval ring teeth, if you are not ready, how can you accept it?"

"I don't know what to do!" Liu Qingyang gloated.

"Since it is unwilling to surrender, then destroy him, and the hall master will condense the soul that surrenders to him. Ye Tianwei said.

"Exactly. Feng Wuchen nodded.

With the crazy devouring of the black fire, the screams of the soul have become smaller and smaller, and the breath has become weaker and weaker.

"Stop! Stop!" finally the soul couldn't hold it anymore and cried out anxiously.

Feng Wuchen said ruthlessly: "What is the use of the soul that does not surrender to me?"

"Master, I am willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender! I also ask the master to take back the black fire!"

The energy devoured by the black fire is the strongest in the world, and the soul is powerless to resist at all, and if he doesn't surrender, I'm afraid that he will really be wiped out.

"Hmph, it's a pity it's too late, I don't need you kind of useless and arrogant instrument soul, I will condense a new instrument soul to replace you!" Feng Wuchen ruthlessly refused.

Hearing Feng Wuchen's words, Shao Siming was stunned again.

Is it really as simple as Feng Wuchen said?

"Master spare my life! Master spare my life! I know it's wrong! I beg my master to give me another chance. The soul begged for mercy again and again, and he couldn't bear the devouring of the black fire.

However, Feng Wuchen was unmoved, and the black fire was still devouring madly.

"Master, stop it, Master, I know the whereabouts of the Power of Time, I can lead the Master to find the Power of Time!"

"Without you, I can also find the power of time, and when I condense a new soul, the power of time will fall into my hands sooner or later, and you will die of this heart. "The wind is dustless, and the forest is cold.

"Master, the power of time is not in the seal! This sealing array seals my original master, my original master's grave!"

"Oh, the power of time is not in the seal?" Feng Wuchen's face suddenly changed.

"The original owner's grave?" Liu Qingyang said incredulously: "Someone actually used such a terrifying seal to seal his corpse?"

Feng Wuchen immediately withdrew the black fire, stared at the very weak instrument soul with a cold gaze, and asked, "Where is the power of time?"

The black fire disappeared, and the soul was completely relieved and completely relieved.

"I beg my master to give me a chance to atone for my sins, and I will definitely lead my master to find the power of time!" the weak soul quickly knelt down and pleaded.

(End of chapter)