bdsm-fiction Chapter 155
Chapter 155
In the next time, Wang Feng killed a happy one in the wild tribe.
However, he could only hide his cultivation and kill some monks who had entered the peak of the Dao, and originally wanted to try to go to the Dao-level battlefield area to kill the personality, but the Heavenly Secret was crazy and warned, so he had no choice but to give up temporarily.
In the body of the sword.
Su Yun could see that with the increase in Wang Feng's killings, the control of the killing personality was getting stronger and stronger, and the dominant personality no longer had an advantage, only a slight control and restraint.
Today's Wang Fengming is a good disciple loyal to Xuantian Sect on the surface, but behind the scenes, he is a bloodthirsty demon.
Kind and lov×ing, indifferent and bloodthirsty√
Wang Feng looked at the magic sword in his hand, and his eyes revealed a strong enthusiasm for the magic sword, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Senior..... Thank you for letting me go, and I will use my actions to thank and repay you.
Su Yun understood the meaning of the killing personality theory.
If he hadn't guided Wang Feng to kill Qin Dong at the beginning, then Wang Feng's second personality, the killing personality, would never have appeared, let alone dominate.
For the gratitude for killing personality, Su Yun replied lightly.
"I let you out, not to get your thanks, you just need to release yourself to your heart's content, remember, don't expose my existence for the time being.
"The younger generation understands the intentions of the seniors.
As soon as the words fell, the killer suddenly knelt on the ground respectfully, slashed his palm with the magic sword, letting the blood drip naturally down the sword body, and then raised the magic sword above his head with both hands, with a serious face.
"The younger generation Wang Feng swears by the way of heaven that he will be absolutely loyal to his predecessors in the future, and will do his best to restore himself for his predecessors, and he is willing to become the sword slave of his predecessors, live forever and serve his predecessors from generation to generation, if he breaks his promise, his soul will dissipate and he will never enter reincarnation
!" "Please also ask your predecessors to fulfill it!" Between
the words, there was a faint flash of thunder.
"This ...... Killing personality is very cruel to yourself. Hearing
the oath of Heavenly Dao, Su Yun calmly looked at Wang Feng who was kneeling on the ground.
He knew that the killing personality wanted to express his loyalty with the Heavenly Oath and thus gain his own support.
I have to say that this practice of killing personality made Su Yun very satisfied.
He has a killing nature, and can clearly find his own position, knowing that relying on his personal ability alone is not enough to achieve his ambitions, so he wants to use his strength.
on this.
Su Yun was interested.
Who uses the power of the magic sword or not, and it is more conducive to one's own development to let a loyal and talented sword slave control it.
At the same time as the killer swore an oath, the system suddenly popped up a prompt.
[The sword master requests to transform the sword slave, do you agree?]
"Agreed.
In an instant, Su Yun sensed the connection between himself and Wang Feng.
Similarly, Wang Feng also noticed this change, especially the spiritual power in his body, which turned blood-colored, and at the same time, he could feel that the strength of this blood-colored spiritual power far exceeded the previous spiritual power several times.
At this moment, Wang Feng, who was controlled by the killing personality, had irrepressible joy on his face.
"Thank you, senior!"
"Get up, you have become my sword slave, no need to thank you."
Su Yun spoke.
Since then, he has also been the first sword slave.
Through the Demon Sword Body, he could sense that his thoughts could affect the changes in Wang Feng's consciousness.
"Becoming a sword slave does give you great power, but you also lose something.
Su Yun pondered silently.
He didn't affect Wang Feng's thoughts for the time being, and at present, under the control of the killing personality, Wang Feng would naturally make the choice that was most beneficial to him.
................
Hearing Su Yun's words, Wang Feng hurriedly got up and looked at the magic sword with burning eyes.
Becoming a sword slave is not important to him, strength is the root of everything.
His strength comes from the magic sword, and without the magic sword, he is just a peak cultivator who does nothing and makes no progress.
It was impossible for Qin Lan to let him obtain the follow-up Xuantian Decisive Exercises, which meant that it was impossible for him to go further.
In fact..... The moment he killed Qin Dong, he had already made a choice.
For him, becoming Su Yun's sword slave is far more cost-effective than being a sword bearer.
"Exploding demons, kendo comprehension, magic sword realm...... I can detect it.... The moment I became the sword slave of my predecessors, my control over these divine skills was strengthened again!
" "I, Wang Feng, with the peak cultivation of the Dao level, I can't fight with ordinary powers!"
"Hahaha!!
" ..............
"The killing personality is really crazy, and he doesn't pay attention to things.
Su Yun nodded slightly, very satisfied with Wang Feng's killing personality.
"Yes..... If you're not crazy, you can't do what you want to be a sword slave.
If it were Wang Feng's main body, he believed that he would definitely not make this choice.
However, for Su Yun, what is more conducive to his evolution, then what he chooses.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest.
............
A few more days passed.
In the past few days, the Xuantian Sect and the major forces led by the barbarian tribes have broken out even more fierce conflicts.
There were even several great powers that fell, which further led to the battle between the sects.
The small sects on both sides were slaughtered, and the surviving high-level members of the sect began to hunt low-level monks without rules.
The upper echelons of the Xuantian Sect really don't value the lives of some ordinary disciples, but the meaningless death is not what the sect wants to see.
Chaos arose.
Xuantian Sect began to prohibit monks below the Dao level of the sect from leaving the sect to clean up the battlefield or participate in war.
Because if they are not careful, the barbarian tribe will take advantage of this to slaughter the disciples of Xuantian Sect, and several teams have already been attacked and killed, and they have suffered heavy losses.
..............
Within the Xuantian Sect.
Wang Feng had no choice but to stay in the cave.
At this time, someone suddenly came from outside the cave.
Wang Feng walked out of the cave and saw a round middle-aged man come to him and smile happily.
"Senior nephew Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time.
"Elder Mo?" "Mo
Fan, a powerful monk, was born as an ordinary disciple, he usually only likes idle clouds and wild cranes, and he doesn't have any real power in the sect, but he is good friends with all the powerful elders in the sect, and his status is not low.
Wang Feng looked at this great power, came to find him, and couldn't help but be stunned.
Could it be that his cultivation or the magic sword
was exposed? But in an instant, he adjusted his mentality, if it was really exposed, then it was definitely not Mo Fan who came forward.
Thinking of this, Wang Feng instantly calmed down.
"I don't know Elder Mo, what is the so-called matter when you come to find a disciple
?" "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"
"Of course not, Elder Mo, please come in." "
I don't know what the situation is, Wang Feng first invited Mo Fan into the cave mansion.
Mo Fan entered the cave mansion, sat down at the tea table by himself, poured a cup of tea, and tasted it.
Then, he brewed another pot of tea without hurrying, which seemed to be particularly familiar.
Wang Feng knew that Mo Fan had something to say, so he sat aside and waited for him to speak.
Really.
After drinking two pots of tea, Mo Fan played out a prohibition, and then smiled kindly.
"Senior nephew Wang has recently made great achievements in the Dao-level cultivation, I don't know when I am going to break through to the Dao-level?"
Hearing this, Wang Feng understood that the point that Mo Fan wanted to talk about was coming.