Chapter 542: Black Underworld

Steward Long said: "Master, based on the current level of the holy prison, it is impossible to determine the value of that sword, but it is certain that it is worth more than 100 billion."
Chu Feng frowned slightly: "Then can I use that sword?"
"Master, I don’t know. Some things that are not too precious have great requirements for users. If their strength is low, they will not be able to recognize them, let alone use them, but some have certain things. Spiritual treasures, even people with lower strength can recognize the Lord, but I don't know how powerful they can be." Long steward said.
"Steward Long, hold on to the blood." Chu Feng said, stood up and left the room. Feng Bingning and Lan Wen did not practice with all their strength. They felt Chu Feng's departure, but at this time there was no Wake up from the training.
After Chu Feng left the room, his true body disappeared and left an energy body in place. Although this energy body was fake, in this holy prison space, Feng Bingning and the others would not be able to distinguish it if they did not carefully distinguish it.
After leaving the small village, Chu Feng's true body appeared elsewhere in the holy prison space. "Good baby." Looking at the black sword more than ten meters away, Chu Feng's eyes were full of tunnels. From the black sword, Chu Feng felt a force that shocked the soul, if it was not in the holy prison space. Chu Feng still didn't dare to approach the black sword, but in this holy prison space, his master was not so easy to die. Even if the black sword burst into trouble instantly, the holy prison could guarantee that Chu Feng would not Complete death, as long as it is not complete death, with the power of the doctor, it will not take much time for Chu Feng to recover.
"I don't know if you have spirituality. If you have spirituality, then you can respond to me and let's talk." Chu Feng approached the black sword and said.
The black sword did not move. Chu Feng frowned slightly. If the black sword is spiritual, he might still use it. If there is no spirituality, it would be quite difficult for the black sword to recognize the master. Treasures can only rely on their own power to make the treasure recognize the owner, but if the treasure is spiritual, if the treasure itself is willing to recognize you as the master, then the difficulty will be reduced countless times!
Like Lan Wen, when she was just an ordinary person, Taiwu Tower recognized her as its master. With her own power at that time, could something like Taiwu Tower recognize her as its master? If it hadn't been for the spiritual choice of Taiwu Tower itself as the master, Lan Wen would not be able to make Taiwu Tower recognize its master. Later, because Lan Wen's own power was too weak, she could not use the power of Taiwu Pagoda for a long time. Of course, Lan Wen now can use some of the power of Taiwu Pagoda, but it can use it. The power is also quite small!
Chu Feng approached the black sword step by step, and finally his hand gently stroked the black sword. "If you have spirituality, you will tremble a bit, otherwise you can only continue to fall asleep!" Chu Feng's thought passed into the black sword.
There was a flash of black light above the black sword, and two more words appeared on the blade near the hilt! The two characters Hei Ming were written in infinitely universal characters, and of course Chu Feng would not fail to recognize them.
"Om!" After the words Hei Ming appeared, the entire sword body quivered slightly. There was joy in Chu Feng's eyes. This sword was indeed a sword with spirituality. Although his blood shadow sword can barely be used now, the blood shadow sword is really a little bit ordinary, and if the cultivation level continues If he was promoted, the use of the Blood Shadow Sword would not increase his combat power much, so it would be a wonderful thing to make this sword recognize the master.
"Hei Ming, you said your name is Hei Ming?" Chu Feng said, the sword body trembled again, "Hei Ming, would you like to recognize me as the master?" Chu Feng said.
Hei Mingjian trembled lightly, and then instantly turned into a black light and shot towards Chu Feng's chest. In the blink of an eye, Hei Mingjian had already entered Chu Feng's body.
Chu Feng's face was stunned. He was going to know it with emotion, move with reason, induce profit and even use threats, but unexpectedly, he just asked, that Hei Ming He had already entered his body, and Chu Feng felt that Hei Ming had initially recognized him as his master at this time.
Everything went so smoothly, Chu Feng felt a little bit of bad feeling in his heart. At this moment, an old strange laugh sounded in Chu Feng's mind: "Jiejie, wonderful, wonderful, so many years have passed. I can actually enter the body of a living person. The deity hates to stay in that dead body, hahaha!"
"Who are you?" Chu Feng said in his mind. Although he was a little surprised at the beginning, Chu Feng quickly calmed down. His soul is protected by the Holy Prison, and he is not so vulnerable to any harm. As for the body, in this holy prison space, it is also more difficult for the black sword to completely destroy his body.
"The deity is Hei Ming, little guy, don't you, you, I like people calling me Venerable Hei Ming!" The voice in Chu Feng's mind said.
"Hei Ming, you recognize me as the master, you don't ask my master to call me a little fellow, but you also want me to call you Venerable Hei Ming," Chu Feng sneered.
"Little guy, if you don't show you a little bit of power, do you really think that you can't become the master of the venerable?" The black sneer in Chu Feng's mind sounded, "I'll take the soul!"
Hei Ming said, a large group of black mist in Chu Feng's mind rushed towards the depths of Chu Feng's Sea of ​​Knowledge, "Little guy, I have already seen your soul, so poor, so weak. Ah, but it smells good, with a fragrant smell." Hei Ming said with a strange smile.
When Hei Ming said, the large group of black mist had completely wrapped Chu Feng's soul. The soul was wrapped, and Chu Feng's eyes instantly lost the color, and his mind was completely transferred at this time. Above the soul of the core.
"Little guy, don't you know one thing? If people can't control the sword, the sword may control the people! You can obediently become the slave of the deity, rest assured, the deity will not kill you immediately. "Hei Ming said.
Just when the large group of black mist was about to invade Chu Feng’s soul, a dazzling light burst out from Chu Feng’s soul, and the dazzling light turned into a golden color in a short time. The giant hand, the golden giant hand completely grasped the large group of black mist in his hand.
"What a ghost?" A frightened voice came from the black fog, "Little guy, what a ghost is this?"
A voice came from Chu Feng's soul at this time: "Old Hei Ming, want to take your uncle's soul and let your uncle become your slave. Go ahead and dream of your spring and autumn! Dragon steward, give it to me Get rid of this old ghost!"
Steward Long's figure also appeared in the depths of Chu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness: "Master, if you destroy him, the power of the Black Ming Sword will be reduced a lot, and you can't let the Black Ming Sword recognize the master."
"Then what to do?" Chu Feng said, reducing the power of the Black Mingjian and now being unable to recognize the master, both of these Chu Fengs were somewhat unacceptable.
Steward Long smiled and said: "Master, there is no other way. If it does not advance the degree of recognition to the point of irreversibility, it can only be destroyed!"
Chu Feng nodded slightly: "Well, although the power of the black sword is less powerful, it can only be like this." "Wait, wait, kid, if you have something to discuss, discuss it carefully." In the dark mist There was an anxious voice, it tried many times, but it couldn't escape the control of that golden giant hand.
The golden giant hand can be said to be transformed by the body of the holy prison. It was grasped by this golden giant hand. Not to mention that the power of the black mist did not reach the strength of the soul of a god-level powerhouse. It's impossible to escape by grasping by his giant hand, but what Chu Feng didn't know was that his kindness value was rapidly declining at this time.
"Discuss, what is there to discuss? There are only two choices for you, one is to completely recognize me as the master, and the other is to completely destroy. You have five seconds to consider, Dragon Steward, after five seconds, If his choice is the latter or no choice, put it out." Chu Feng said coldly.
Now Hei Ming is only initially recognizing Chu Feng as the master, so that he can initially recognize the Lord because of the power of Hei Ming’s sword spirit, which can’t be controlled by Chu Feng, but if it reaches the level of completely recognizing the Lord, then it’s Chu Feng’s strength is much weaker. Hei Ming’s sword spirit is not easy to resist if he wants to resist. At that time, Chu Feng could make the sword spirit of Hei Mingjian suffer a lot of pain with just a single thought, and that sword spirit would be caught. If Chu Feng's soul is destroyed by the chance, it will also be destroyed by itself.
Five seconds was very short. Within five seconds, there was no sound from the black mist. Chu Feng said, "Steward Dragon, kill it!"
"Wait! Let me completely recognize you as the master, but I have a few conditions" said the guy in the dark mist. "Talk about the conditions, and then talk about it after you completely recognize the Lord." Chu Feng said coldly, "Now start to completely recognize the Lord now, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!"
"You, count you cruel!"
The black mist turned into a black robe, the old man was anxious and frustrated. He thought he was free, but he didn't expect that there was such a perverted thing in Chu Feng's mind, and he could be controlled so easily with the strength of his spirit body!
"Go!" The voice of the black-robed old man was full of resentment. Chu Feng smiled, and a trace of soul power turned into tiny soul marks into the body of the black-robed old man. The black-robed old man had an ugly face. He He wanted to resist, but the giant golden hands around him made him lose the courage to resist.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the recognition of the Lord lasted for a long time. After a full ten minutes passed, Chu Feng's tens of thousands of soul imprints stopped. At this time, the face of the black-robed old man was already Without the color of resentment, he stood there calmly.
"Hei Ming, what should you call me?" Chu Feng said. "Master." The black-robed old man said blankly. He can't resist Chu Feng's order now, but it doesn't mean that he can't show a little resistance.
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