Chapter 822

"This...how is this possible..."

Seeing the soul of the soul of the gods being played by Feng Wuchen with applause, Liu Qingyang and the others were completely dumbfounded, and they were all petrified.

"Damn! Sly stinky boy!" Tool Soul was extremely ferocious, gritted his teeth, and his whole body trembled with rage.

The soul of the tool was trapped by Feng Wuchen, unable to move or struggle.

What Feng Wuchen asked him to do, he would do.

"In front of the master, you dare to be so presumptuous, I think you are tired of living!" The corners of his mouth evoked a dangerous arc, and in the depths of his dark eyes, a trace of ferocity flashed away.

"Master? When did Brother Feng become the master of the soul of the tool?" Liu Qingyang and everyone were puzzled again.

"Pong!"

A ray of black flame appeared out of thin air on Feng Wuchen's palm, and then under the control of Feng Wuchen, it slowly spread out, and a terrifying cold air permeated out, and the space within a radius of several dozen meters was at a speed visible to the naked eye. Freeze into ice.

"This is... black fire?" Seeing the black flames spreading, the expression of the soul changed dramatically, and it was unbelievable: "You actually have the ancient black fire!"

There was a huge wave in the heart of the soul, what a terrifying existence of the ancient Wuhuo, the powerhouses of the gods are very afraid, but the young juniors in front of them actually control the Wuhuo!

"How dare you be so presumptuous." Feng Wuchen said coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, extremely fierce.

After a while, under the unbelievable gaze of the tool soul, the black fire slowly spread over his body, turning him into a black fire man.

"You... what do you want to do?" Tool Soul asked in panic.

"What's the use of keeping the tool soul that dares to be presumptuous to the master? Since I am a tool refiner, I can destroy you at any time and condense new tool souls again. It's just as easy for me as the palm of your hand!" Feng Wuchen Sen Leng Dao, control the black fire to devour the soul of the tool fiercely.

"what!"

The terrifying black fire suddenly swallowed, and the soul of the tool screamed in pain.

On the one hand, it was controlled by Feng Wuchen, and on the other hand, it was swallowed up by the black fire. The soul of the tool was angry and afraid.

The worst thing to say is to stand motionless and be beaten, even if you are powerless to fight back, you can't even touch the part where you were beaten. How could a proud weapon soul endure that kind of pain and shame?

Liu Qingyang and his group were dumbfounded. In front of Feng Wuchen, their spirits were no different from kindergarten children.

"Destroy your arrogant tool soul, I can break the seal at any time by controlling the teeth of the ancient ring, why should I ask you? Humph! Shame on your face!" Feng Wuchen said fiercely, showing no mercy, completely swallowing it to death.

The arrogance and arrogance of the tool soul angered Feng Wuchen.

"Brother Feng, this... what's going on here? Why are you able to control the artifact soul?" Liu Qingyang finally couldn't help but ask.

"Because the ancient annual gear has become my magic weapon, and I am its owner now, of course I can control it." Feng Wuchen explained with a smile.

"What? Become Big Brother Feng's magic weapon?" Liu Qingyang and others were shocked.

"What nonsense! How easy is it to conquer the artifact? Besides, the magic weapon has the soul imprint of its original owner. Even if you are an artifact refiner, it is impossible for you to recognize the master without a drop of blood and without erasing the imprint of your soul. Conquer the divine weapon." Shao Siming suddenly said.

Shao Siming's words are indeed justified. To conquer the magic weapon, you have to confess the master with blood.

But Liu Qingyang and the others did not see a drop of blood to recognize the master from beginning to end, nor did they see Feng Wuchen urging his soul force to erase the soul imprint of the ancient ring teeth.

Hearing this, he glanced at Shao Siming, and Feng Wuchen smiled and said: "You are right, it is indeed necessary to drop blood to recognize the master, when it absorbed my power, the soul of the tool was in a state of awakening, my When he has already absorbed my blood, how can he notice it when he is awake?"

"What? You were already..." Shao Siming's face changed greatly.

After a pause, Feng Wuchen continued: "The ancient annual gear is an ancient artifact. It has gone through the ancient times, the ancient times, the ancient times, and finally to the present, even if the strong imprint of the soul has long been too weak to be ignored, how can it be ignored? Can you stop me?"

"It turns out that Big Brother Feng has already planned it!" Everyone in Liu Qingyang finally understood.

Feng Wuchen said with a light smile: "The soul of the divine tool has always been arrogant, because the existence of the divine tool is even supreme, and it will never surrender to anyone other than the original owner. The same is true for the teeth of the ancient years. If you don't prepare well, why not? Can you conquer it?"

"I don't know what's good or bad! I deserve it!" Liu Qingyang said gloatingly.

"Since it is unwilling to surrender, then destroy him, and the hall master will condense and surrender his own soul." Ye Tianwei said.

"Exactly." Feng Wuchen nodded.

With the frantic devouring of Wu Huo, the screams of the tool soul have become smaller and smaller, and the breath has become weaker and weaker.

"Stop! Hurry up!" The tool soul finally couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted anxiously.

Feng Wuchen said ruthlessly: "What's the use of the soul that does not surrender to me?"

"Master, I am willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender! Please take back the black fire!" The soul begged for mercy in horror, and was willing to surrender.

The energy devoured by the black fire is the strongest in the world, and the soul of the weapon is simply powerless to resist.

"Humph! It's a pity it's too late, I don't need such a useless and arrogant tool soul, I will condense a new tool soul to replace you!" Feng Wuchen refused ruthlessly.

Hearing Feng Wuchen's words, Shao Siming was stunned again.

Surrender or not? Is the condensing of the artifact and the soul really as simple as Feng Wuchen said?

"Master, forgive me! Master, forgive me! I know I was wrong! I beg master to give me another chance."

However, Feng Wuchen was unmoved by it, and Wu Huo was still devouring 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 spirit of the tool became more and more panic.

"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 should die." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"Master, the power of time is not in the seal! This seal array seals my original master and the tomb of my original master!" The Item Soul shouted anxiously.

"Oh? The power of time is not in the seal?" Feng Wuchen's expression changed suddenly.

"The original owner's tomb?" Liu Qingyang said incredulously: "How could someone use such a terrifying seal to seal his body?"

Feng Wuchen immediately retracted the black fire, staring at the very weak soul with icy eyes, and asked, "Where is the power of time?"

The black fire disappeared, and the tool soul was completely relieved and completely relieved.

"I beg the master to give me a chance to atone for my sins, and I will definitely lead the master to find the power of time!" The weak tool soul quickly knelt down and begged. (To be continued)