Chapter 1768: Regret it

Let him let go of his will to resist, but he was still forcibly resisting...
In this state, the mental power will be directly blocked, and pain will be heard, which is justified.
"Let go of consciousness..."
"Don't resist..."
"If you continue to resist, you will soon become an idiot!"
"If you want to become an idiot, you can try it!"
Fang Fan smiled coldly, and the reminder is in place. As for whether he wants to believe it or not, it's up to him...
If he used his will to resist forcibly, Fang Fan would lose a sacred battle slave card, and this hot spring would also die due to a mental breakdown. This was a dilemma.
"I...I don't want...I don't want to die..."
"I still have a lot...many things I haven't done..."
"I can't die!"
"Whirring whirring……"
"I give up my will to resist!"
Hot spring suddenly squinted his eyes, his complexion became horrible little by little, and as he spoke, the twitching amplitude of the corners of his mouth became larger...
"give up?"
"Hehe... That's great!"
Fang Fan gave a symbolic encouragement.
"Ding! Spent a holy rank war slave card, successfully conquered a four-star sanctuary war slave!"
System sound came from my ears, everything is over!
"Fight for me well from now on, I will not treat you badly!"
"Otherwise... I will kill you at any time!"
"You should be able to feel my control over you at this moment!"
Fang Fan looked at the hot spring and shouted coldly again, such thoughts tumbling in his mind, everything changed into what it should have been at the beginning.
"me……"
"No... not like this..."
"Damn it! Why can't I control my body..."
"You...what did you do to me?"
"Can you control my soul?"
Wenquan's eyes widened, and he was completely startled at this moment. While talking, his lips trembled, and he was completely in a state of collapse...
This is far from what he expected before...
He originally thought that even if Fang Fan took control of a drop of his soul blood, he would risk the risk of being injured and escape. Anyway, a drop of soul blood is no longer a fatal thing for a sanctuary powerhouse like him. .
But at this moment he felt a sense of panic... as if Fang Fan could kill him at any time if he took that step... This feeling gradually became real... it seemed extra real!
"You are my war slave. I control your actions. Is there any problem?"
"Could it be that you really thought I would be so stupid that I just wanted a few drops of soul blood? There is no binding force at all!"
"I still rely on you to continue to command the other eight Black Iron ranks of the 308 Bronze Legion!"
"If you do something to me behind your back, I can't have no precautions!"
"As a war slave, you must have the consciousness of being a war slave! Otherwise, you must be punished severely!"
As Fang Fan spoke, a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
"I do not want it!"
"I don't really want to be your war slave!"
"I am the Bronze Legion Commander of the Temple! I hold a million army! How dare you threaten me to become your war slave!"
"If the temple knows, it won't let you go!"
After learning that his plan was broken, the hot spring suddenly widened his eyes, with a look of resentment on his face. As he talked, he pressed directly in front of Fang Fan, and he seemed particularly unwilling...