Chapter 822: Vassal clothes

"This... how is this possible..."
Seeing the spirit of the of transformation, being played by Feng Wuchen between applause, Liu Qingyang and the others were completely dumbfounded, and they were all petrified.
"Damn! Cunning brat!" The soul of the weapon was extremely ferocious, gritted his teeth, trembling with rage.
The soul of the instrument was tightly trapped by Feng Wuchen, unable to move, let alone struggle.
What Feng Wuchen asked him to do, he did.
"In front of the master, dare to be so presumptuous, I think you are tired of living!" The corner of the mouth evokes a dangerous arc, deep in the dark eyes, a fierce and fleeting trace.
"Master? When did Brother Feng become the master of the soul?" Liu Qingyang was puzzled again.
"Peng!"
A black flame appeared out of thin air on Feng Wuchen's palm, and then slowly spread out under Feng Wuchen's control, and the terrifying cold air filled out. The space within a radius of tens of meters was at a speed visible to the naked eye. Frozen into ice.
"This is... the black fire?" Seeing the black flame spreading, the spirit of the weapon changed drastically, and said in disbelief: "You still have the ancient black fire!"
A huge wave was set off in the heart of the weapon soul. What a terrifying existence the Primordial Wuhuo is, and the powerhouses of the gods are very jealous, but the younger generation in front of them actually controls the Wuhuo!
"A mere weapon soul, dare to be so presumptuous." Feng Wuchensen said coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, extremely fierce.
After a while, in the unbelievable gaze of the weapon soul, the black fire slowly spread across his body, turning him into a black fireman.
"You...what do you want to do?" The Soul asked in a panic.
"What's the use for the souls who dare to be presumptuous to their masters? Since I am a craftsman, I can let you be wiped out at any time and gather new souls again. It is just as easy as a palm for me!" Feng Wuchen is cold! Dao, control Wuhuo's fierce Devourer Soul.
"what!"
The terrifying black fire suddenly swallowed, and the soul screamed in pain.
On the one hand controlled by Feng Wuchen, on the other hand swallowed by black fire, the soul is angry and frightened.
To say that it is awkward is to stand motionless and be beaten, and even if you are unable to fight back, you can't even touch the beaten part. How can a proud soul tolerate the pain and shame?
Liu Qingyang and the group were dumbfounded. In front of Feng Wuchen, the spirits were no different from kindergarten children.
"After destroying your arrogant soul, I can control the teeth of the Archaic annual ring to break the seal at any time. Why should I beg you? Huh! Shame on your face!" Feng Wuchen said fiercely, without mercy, completely swallowing death.
Feng Wuchen's arrogance and arrogance angered Feng Wuchen.
"Brother Feng, this...what the is going on? Why can you control the artifact soul?" Liu Qingyang finally couldn't help but ask.
"Because the Taikoo annual ring teeth have become my magic weapon, I am now its owner, of course I can control it." Feng Wuchen explained with a smile.
"What? Become a magic weapon for Brother Feng?" Liu Qingyang and the others were shocked.
"Nonsense! Is it so easy to conquer the artifact? Moreover, the magic weapon has the soul mark of its original owner. Even if you are a craftsman, it is impossible to force it without the blood to recognize the master and the soul imprint. Conquer the artifact." Shao Si Ming suddenly said.
The Shao Si Ming's words really make sense. To subdue the magic weapon, you have to drop blood to recognize the Lord.
But Liu Qingyang and the others did not see a drop of blood to recognize the Lord from beginning to end, nor did they see Feng Wuchen urging the soul to erase the imprint of the ancient ring teeth.
Hearing this, he glanced at Shao Si Ming, and Feng Wuchen smiled and said: "You are right, you really want to drop blood to recognize the Lord. When it absorbs my power, the soul is in a state of awakening. He has already absorbed my blood at that time, how can he be aware of it when he is awake?"
"What? You were already..." Shao Siming's face changed drastically.
After a pause, Feng Wuchen continued: "The teeth of the ancient rings are ancient artifacts. After the ancient period, the eternal period, the ancient period, and finally to the present, even the strong soul mark is already weak and negligible. Can you stop me?"
"It turns out that Big Brother Feng had already planned it!" Liu Qingyang everyone finally understood.
Feng Wuchen smiled lightly and said: "The soul of the artifact has always been arrogant, because the existence and supremacy of the artifact will never surrender to others except the original owner. Can you subdue it?"
"I don't know good or bad! It deserves it!" Liu Qingyang gloated.
"Since it is unwilling to surrender, then destroy him, and the palace lord will gather and surrender his soul." Ye Tianwei said.
"Exactly." Feng Wuchen nodded.
Along with the madness of the black fire, the scream of the instrument soul has become smaller and smaller, and the breath has become weaker and weaker.
"Stop! Stop it!" The Soul of the Tool finally couldn't hold it, and shouted anxiously.
Feng Wuchen said mercilessly: "What is the use for the soul that does not submit 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 soul begged for mercy, willing to surrender.
The energy consumed by the black fire is the strongest in the world, and the soul is unable to resist, and if he does not surrender, he will really be wiped out.
"Humph! It's a pity it's too late, I don't need your useless and arrogant soul, I will gather a new soul to replace you!" Feng Wuchen refused mercilessly.
Hearing Feng Wuchen's words, the young man was stunned again.
Don't surrender? Is condensing the artifact soul really as simple as Feng Wuchen said?
"Master is forgiving! Master is forgiving! I know it's wrong! I beg the master to give me another chance." The spirit of the weapon repeatedly begged for mercy, and he could not bear the devouring of the black fire.
However, Feng Wuchen was unmoved, and Wuhuo still swallowed wildly.
"Master! Master, stop! I know the whereabouts of the power of time! I can lead the master to find the power of time!" The Soul of the Tool panicked.
"Without you, I can also find the power of time. When I condense a new soul, the power of time will fall into my hands sooner or later, and you will die this heart." Feng Wuchensen said coldly.
"Master, the power of time is not in the seal! This seal formation seals my original master, the tomb of my original master!" The Soul of the Tool yelled anxiously.
"Oh? The power of time is not in the seal?" Feng Wuchen's face suddenly changed.
"The tomb of the original master?" Liu Qingyang asked incredulously: "Someone used such a terrifying seal to seal his body?"
Feng Wuchen immediately retracted Wuhuo, staring at the very weak weapon soul with cold eyes, and asked: "Where is the power of time?"
The black fire disappeared, the weapon soul was completely relieved, and he was completely relieved.
"I implore the master to give me a chance to redeem my merits, and I will surely lead the master to find the power of time!" The weak weapon soul quickly knelt down and pleaded.