Chapter 714

Hearing the threat from his face, Zhang Yunhao sneered: "jade and stone burn, do you have the ability to burn jade and stone now?"

The face said, "of course I have. If you force me, I can't open a special space. Then the immortal soldier will sense me. Then he will come and catch us all."

"Immortal soldiers? It's really a great threat!"

Zhang Yunhao said slowly, but the action didn't stop. More and more bloody silk threads were wrapped around the face.

His face roared: "you think I'm kidding. I'd rather die and pull you together than become a weapon!"

"Then die together? I've never been threatened in my life!"

Zhang Yunhao snorted coldly. In fact, he had already blocked here with the empty mirror. The immortal soldiers couldn't feel it at all. Otherwise, how could he be so arrogant?

Obviously, she didn't know this. She asked in amazement, "do you really want to die with me?"

"We warriors are never afraid of death."

Zhang Yunhao said, "the problem is, are you afraid?"

His face shouted angrily, "I'm just a consciousness. What am I afraid of?"

Zhang Yunhao sneered: "you are not only a consciousness, but also a poor God. When you die, the poor God will be completely over!"

Face, or the poor God roared, "it's over. I just have a consciousness. I can pull you to be buried with me and make a lot of money!"

"Then, you start!"

Zhang Yunhao shouted fearlessly. He didn't believe that the poor God would pull himself to die together. The gods are different from the martial arts. They are afraid of death, which is more similar to the divine soldiers.

"You..."

The poor God's eyes twinkled. While trying to resist the bloody silk thread, she clenched her teeth and said, "then die together. Anyway, it will happen sooner or later. I won't integrate with Qiaoqiao. The immortal soldiers will find us sooner or later."

"Don't talk without doing!"

Zhang Yunhao sneered: "open the special space, poor God, don't let me despise you. Come on, show some masculinity and die with me!"

"What's wrong with you? If you don't live, you'll die together?"

The poor God felt a little crazy. She shouted, "also, I'm not a man, I'm a goddess, the most beautiful goddess in the world!"

Zhang Yunhao looked contemptuous: "don't you blush when you say this? Poor God, poor God, you know you don't look very good as soon as you hear your name. Otherwise, how can you be poor? No matter which world, beautiful women can't be poor!"

"I am a poor God, not poor myself!"

The poor God said angrily, then reacted and shouted, "I tell you what to do, martial artist, stop immediately, or I'll open a special space immediately."

Zhang Yunhao said impatiently, "open it quickly. It's wordy. What a woman!"

I'm so poor that I'm going to die. I just said man, but now I'm a woman. This guy is an asshole!

Anger turned to anger, but the poor God didn't open a special space. Before the last step, she didn't want to die. She had lived five or six thousand years ago and wanted to continue to live.

The longer people live, the more afraid they are of death. Moreover, the status of poor God is so noble. At ordinary times, they are well clothed and well fed and worshipped by countless people. Naturally, they are more reluctant to die.

"Damn it, I met a crazy warrior!"

Since she didn't want to die, the poor God had to compromise. She said, "what do you want? I'm a poor God and can never be a weapon!"

"If you don't become a weapon, there is only one end, that is death!"

Zhang Yunhao shook his head and said, "it's either in my hands or in the hands of Xianbing. There's no other possibility!"

"You let me integrate with Qiaoqiao. As long as the integration is successful, I can have the strength of the Holy One. At that time, I can help you."

The poor God advised, "the Holy One is equivalent to your martial saint. I don't need to say how powerful it is?"

Zhang Yunhao said, "sorry, first, I can't trust you. Second, Qiaoqiao is my friend. I won't help you deal with her!"

The poor God said angrily, "how to deal with her? Let her become a God and let her have eternal life. This is helping her!"

"No, it's hurting her. God is rubbish. A real warrior will never be willing to become a God."

Zhang Yunhao shook his head and said, "you know, the God of power gave me a god stone of earth God, but I have never been interested in fusion, because I am a warrior!"

"The God stone of the earth God?"

The poor God exclaimed, "why don't you integrate? As soon as you integrate, you will be the great earth God!"

Zhang Yunhao said, "summer insects can't speak ice. I'm too lazy to tell you more. Poor God, be a weapon. Don't waste my time."

The poor God looked ugly. She was silent for a moment and said helplessly, "warrior, you really want to kill everything and don't give me a way to live?"

"The way to live? Didn't I give it to you?"

Zhang Yunhao Leng hum: "hum, even if I let you go now, you really have a way to live? You will only die in the hands of immortal soldiers, poor God. You can only survive if you become a weapon."

"What's the use of becoming a weapon? Without the strength of the saint, it's impossible to escape from the immortal soldiers."

The poor God shook his head: "if I become a weapon, I can give full play to the strength of the yuan God at most, or there are restrictions."

"Yuanshen level strength? Enough!"

Zhang Yunhao said with a smile, "as for Xianbing, you don't have to worry. He can't kill you with me. I told Zhang Yunhao!"

The poor God sneered and said, "Zhang Yunhao? Who do you think you are, Wuxian? How dare you say that the immortal soldiers can't kill me?"

"You don't know me, I don't blame you, but there's no next time!"

Zhang Yunhao smiled faintly and snapped his fingers with his left hand. A mysterious mirror appeared in the space, emitting infinite mysterious light!

The poor God's eyes stared to the maximum and shouted inconceivably, "this is the mirror of the sky? The treasure of the gods, how can it be in your hand?"

Zhang Yunhao put away the empty mirror and said, "the God of power is filial to me. With the empty mirror, Xianbing can't find you at all!"

The poor God was shocked to the extreme: "the God of power even gave you the mirror of the sky? Are you his son?"

"You are his son!"

Zhang Yunhao said angrily. At this time, the poor God shook his head and said, "no, even if you are his son, he won't give you the empty mirror and power fist. If I guessed correctly, you robbed him, right?"

Poor God is God after all, not stupid!

"No, I'm Zhang. What kind of person is he? How can he rob?"

Zhang Yunhao flatly denied: "he was awed by my domineering spirit and voluntarily sent the artifact to me!"

"You have a thick skin. However, with the free mirror, you can really block the feeling of immortal soldiers."

The poor God hesitated and sighed: "the problem is, I am a God. How can I become a weapon?"

Poor God can't pass this level, because she used to be a God, just like a billionaire. If she goes bankrupt one day, she can't put down her dignity to be a beggar!

Weapons are worse than beggars!

"You are not a God, you are just a wisp of consciousness. Qiao Qiao is the real reincarnation of the poor God. Isn't it natural for you to become a weapon?"

Zhang Yunhao shouted, "if you really can't let go of the poor God, you can keep persuading Qiaoqiao. As long as she wants, you still have a chance."

"This..."

The poor God hesitated. Zhang Yunhao shouted, "poor God, one last chance, surrender, or I beat you to surrender!"

While Zhang Yunhao was talking, the blood and silk gathered around suddenly broke out, broke through the protection of the poor God and rolled towards her body!

The poor God looked ugly. She was distracted just now, but the other party obviously didn't. She simply gave up resistance and said, "I surrender, Zhang Yunhao, right? I'd like to be a weapon, but I'm free, and only Qiaoqiao can use me!"

Qiaoqiao is the reincarnation of the poor God. She can barely accept it!

"Don't worry, I don't like to force others! Well, don't resist!"

Zhang Yunhao smiled. The bloody silk thread quickly tied the poor God and turned it into a cocoon. At the same time, a special mark quietly dived towards the core of the poor God.

Poor God didn't know the existence of the mark. She didn't resist and let Zhang Yunhao control it. When she felt wrong, it was too late, and the mark was firmly stuck to her core.

The poor God used the divine stone to break the cocoon. At the same time, he shouted with surprise and anger: "what is this? What are you going to do? Haven't I surrendered?"

Zhang Yunhao didn't attack again, because what should be done had been done. He said faintly, "it's just a means of insurance. This is the mark left by the immortal thing. With it, you will not be able to leak my information or betray me!"

Zhang Yunhao showed so many things in front of the poor God. Naturally, she can't leak out, otherwise she will be in great trouble.

One immortal thing, two artifact, and one God stone that hasn't been found yet. Not to mention wusheng, Wuxian will be moved. If there are Wuxian!

The poor God gnashed his teeth and said, "despicable! It seems that the conditions you promised before are also false?"

"This doesn't lie to you. You are free. Only Qiaoqiao can use you!"

Zhang Yunhao shrugged and said, "in fact, only Qiaoqiao can exert your power. For others, you are just an ordinary heavenly soldier!"

The poor God Leng hum: "this is the reason why you keep your promise?"

"Maybe!"

Zhang Yunhao didn't say much. He said, "well, let's talk before refining you into weapons!"

Although the poor God was very unhappy, she didn't refuse. She asked coldly, "what do you want to know?"

"Your relationship with Xianbing."

Zhang Yunhao said, "I need to know everything from beginning to end!"

The poor God was silent and said, "these can tell you, but I have conditions!"

"What conditions, just say, but you can't hurt Qiaoqiao. I'm Zhang. I won't betray my friends!"

Zhang Yunhao said, "also, please remember that you are not qualified to talk about conditions in front of me. The reason why I am willing to promise you is to give you face. Please don't let me down!"

The poor God clenched his teeth secretly. This guy's attitude was really tough, but on second thought, she sighed helplessly that the other party was qualified and his life and death had been completely controlled by him.

"I don't ask much. I hope you can take out eight more heavenly soldiers and integrate them with the skillful poor sword. In this way, the forged weapons will become real holy soldiers, not just rely on the power of divine stones."

The poor God said, "you can see that the divine stone is about to break. If it is only integrated with the poor sword, this holy soldier will be broken after a few times!"

Zhang Yunhao said with a smile, "you can have this! I'll lend Qiaoqiao eight heavenly soldiers first."

"Borrow?"

The poor God was a little dissatisfied. Zhang Yunhao had eight heavenly soldiers, which didn't surprise her. This guy had two artifacts. What did the eight heavenly soldiers count? The problem is, he's too stingy. He just borrowed it?

"Nonsense, of course. The landlord has no surplus food! You are a clever Saint soldier, not mine!"

Zhang Yunhao rolled his eyes. Although he was friends with Qiao Qiao, it was eight heavenly soldiers. How could he give it to her casually?

You know, many heavenly beings don't even have a heavenly soldier!

The poor God didn't bother to say much. She said, "borrow it. If there is holy metal, you can add it, so the effect is better!"

"OK, Qiao Qiao will pay it back anyway. I don't charge her interest!"

Zhang Yunhao didn't refuse. He said, "well, what about the information I want!"

The poor God said, "after I become a holy soldier, I'll tell you slowly. Hurry up. This special space won't last long!"

"What if the special space won't last long? There's a free mirror. Don't worry about being found by immortal soldiers!"

Zhang Yunhao frowned: "poor God, don't delay time."

"What's the point of procrastinating? I'm just a weapon. What else can I do?"

The poor God mocked himself and said, "I created the special space with the power of the divine stone. I want to take it back so that the holy soldiers will be more powerful."

"You are very diligent and thrifty. You may be poor and afraid."

Zhang Yunhao said with a smile: "OK, I misunderstood it. Let's start. By the way, call Qiaoqiao in first. When refining a holy soldier, she needs her breath and blood!"

The poor God had no opinion. Zhang Yunhao waved and left the magic space and returned to the dry well. Then, his heart moved. Qiaoqiao outside stepped into the ancient well again!

Qiao Qiao said excitedly, "bully, are you going to start casting holy soldiers?"

"Are you so sure he can succeed?"

Poor God Leng hum, his reincarnation has full confidence in Zhang Yunhao.

Qiao Qiao naturally said, "of course he can succeed. He is the little bully Zhang Yunhao. There is nothing he can't do in the world!"

Zhang Yunhao pressed his hand and whispered, "keep a low profile, keep a low profile. Although it's a fact, don't say it. Everyone knows!"

Poor and speechless, how thick skinned this man is. He can speak such words and keep a low profile. Do you have such a low profile thing?

"Well, don't waste time. The poor God has decided to integrate with your poor sword!"

Zhang Yunhao pressed his hand again and said, "Qiao Qiao, don't get excited first. In order to make the poor sword more perfect, eight heavenly soldiers need to be refined together."

The poor God added, "you have to add a holy metal!"

"Eight heavenly soldiers, holy metal? Who do you think I am? I'm a poor man, okay? Where did I get so many things?"

Qiao Qiao's eyes are open. The whole world knows how poor she is. If Lingyun pavilion's welfare is not good, she doesn't even have a poor sword. In fact, someone in Lingyun Pavilion once proposed not to equip her with heavenly soldiers, because she will sell her sooner or later.

"It's a shame. The reincarnation of the gods is so poor!"

The poor God despised her. It's my turn to dislike her at last!

"Not because of you!"

Qiaoqiao muttered and was very dissatisfied. If it wasn't for the poor star, how could she be so poor?

"Well, stop arguing. Are you alone?"

Zhang Yunhao rolled his eyes and said, "Qiao Qiao, I can give you eight heavenly soldiers and holy metal, but you want to return it, do you understand?"