Since they can tame such a powerful ancient beast as a ghost car, their beast taming skills are of course not that weak. They also know this kind of natal soul contract very well, and it is easy to guess the reason: there is no doubt that, Gu Fenghua got the spirit imprint they left on the ghost body and refined it.
It would be fine if it was an ordinary spirit mark, even if Gu Fenghua refined it, it would not be of much use, and it would not be harmful to them, but don't forget, what they left on the ghost body was the contract mark. As long as it is refined, not only will life and death depend on Gu Fenghua's thought, but if Gu Fenghua dies, they will surely die as well. Of course, if they died, it would have no effect on Gu Fenghua at all.
Otherwise, why is it called a master-servant contract? Many slaves are buried for their masters. When have you ever seen a master die for a slave?
After thinking about it, even if Gu Fenghua didn't speak, they all knew what they should do.
"I can't help myself, so I can't help myself, haha" Qiu and Chen wanted to ask again, but they knew that they had no time, so they laughed out loud with grief and indignation, but they only laughed twice, and then their heads froze. Bias, no more sound.
Wisps of faint golden light escaped with vitality, and quickly disappeared between the sky and the earth.
Two powerhouses of the third rank of Emperor Saints fell. Until their deaths, both of them still had their eyes open, filled with resentment and remorse.
The three of Weng Yuanming and Qiu Chen didn't have any friendship, they just used people's money to eliminate disasters, they did some shady things for others these years, and they have long been used to life and death, so they didn't feel ashamed, and turned to Duanmu Qingming go.
This guy's luck was pretty good, and he managed to save his life under the joint sneak attack of the Three Saints of Moyun.
But this is also thanks to Gu Fenghua, because Gu Fenghua's order is to kill them, so the three saints of Moyun dare not let them go. The others are fine, but the strength of Qiu Chen, the two Emperor Saints and the third grade is not weak. If they can't kill them with one blow and give them a chance to escape, even the Moyun Three Saints may not be able to catch up with them.
Therefore, the few people had a tacit understanding to deal with Qiu and Chen with all their strength, and the force used on the others was much smaller, which gave him a chance to survive.
Of course, this is only temporary. At this time, Duanmu Qingmingyue was seriously injured, and the holy bead between her brows was in chaos. If she hadn't relied on the holy soul bead, she would have died long ago. But the other disciples of the Sword Cauldron Sect were not so lucky. All of them died of broken hearts and collapsed beside them.
"What do you want to do? I am the Young Sect Master of Jiandingzong. If you dare to do it, Jiandingzong will never let you go." Seeing the three approaching step by step, Duanmu Qingming was half lying on the ground, dragging his seriously injured body, like He moved back with difficulty like an earthworm, screaming viciously in his mouth, but his eyes were already full of tears.
As he moved, a pool of yellow water was left behind.
I was scared to pee, the young master of the majestic Sword Dingzong, actually scared to pee. It's no wonder that no one would have thought that the help they had invited with a lot of money would suddenly turn against them, and a sneak attack from behind gave them a fatal blow. The death of the slightest resistance is in their hands. Duanmu Qingming has been pampered since he was a child, so he has experienced such a scene, it is strange not to be afraid. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com