Chapter 1000: Infiltrating the Tianwu Sect

"My friend, stop it! Stop it! If you keep bombarding me, I will explode myself and take you with me." Zelong Saint Lord roared.

"Really?" Li Hanxue sneered, leaving one soul mark after another, with no intention of stopping at all.

Zelong Saint Lord is a Saint Lord. The higher the realm and the longer the person lives, the more he knows the preciousness of life and the more he cherishes his life.

In the vast river of time, love, righteousness and reason are important, but is there anything more important than life?

No! Nothing is more important than life.

The longer you live, the less you care about love, righteousness and truth, and the only thing you care about seems to be life.

It's just ten years of honor and disgrace. Compared with the life span of a Saint Lord of one million years, what does it count for?

Zelong Saint Lord finally gave in: "Forget it, forget it. Boy, stop it, I am willing to sign a ten-year contract with you."

Li Hanxue smiled and stopped bombarding the soul mark.

"In that case, open your holy heart completely and let me put a soul mark on it."

Every Saint Lord has a holy soul, and in the holy soul, there is a holy heart. The holy heart is the lifeblood of the Saint Lord.

If the body is destroyed, it can be re-condensed by spending lifespan. If the holy soul is damaged, it can be quickly replenished through cultivation or devouring some natural treasures. However, if the holy heart is broken, it will be completely destroyed and no one can save it.

Therefore, the best way to kill the Saint Lord is to directly smash the holy heart. However, the holy heart is in the deepest part of the holy soul and is protected by layers of power. It is generally impossible to show it to others unless the person does not want to live.

If the Saint Lord Zelong releases the holy heart and puts a soul mark on it, he will completely become Li Hanxue's slave.

So, the Saint Lord Zelong is hesitating.

Li Hanxue smiled and said, "What? You still want to go back on your word now?"

"Hey... Li Hanxue, you have to remember your promise."

"Don't worry, I will definitely let you go in ten years."

Zhelong Saint Lord opened his Saint Soul, and a golden heart like a bunch of bananas flew out of the golden Saint Soul, beating vigorously and vigorously, emitting waves of golden waves.

Li Hanxue's mind moved, and he transformed into a thousand soul imprints, completely wrapping up the heart.

If it was a wild warrior, one soul imprint would be enough to control the other party. However, because the other party was a Saint Lord, Li Hanxue did not dare to be careless, so he applied a thousand soul imprints.

Li Hanxue was afraid that it was not safe enough, so he added another nine thousand soul imprints.

Zelong Saint Lord was speechless: "Boy, do you need to be so vigilant? My Saint Soul is already extremely weak. Otherwise, I would not show weakness to you."

"Better safe than sorry." Li Hanxue smiled.

As ten thousand soul imprints were completely injected into the holy heart of the Lord of Zelong, the color of the Lord of Zelong's holy soul gradually changed, from a golden glow to a chaotic and hazy gray.

Then, Li Hanxue and the Lord of Zelong's holy soul had a wonderful feeling of mind and spirit fusion.

A large number of Lord of Zelong's memories poured into Li Hanxue's mind. From the birth and growth of Lord of Zelong, to his entry into martial arts, and then to his becoming a holy monarch, all these memories were clear in Li Hanxue's mind.

However, after Lord of Zelong entered the holy realm, that memory was blank.

It was not that Lord of Zelong had forgotten or been erased by someone, but because with Li Hanxue's current cultivation, he could not bear that kind of memory at all. If he forced to peek, Li Hanxue's mental power would definitely collapse, and he would probably become an idiot.

"Master!" The Lord of Zelong's holy soul made a dull voice.

"Good! Finally, I subdued the Lord of Selecting Dragons." Li Hanxue was delighted. "Lord of Selecting Dragons was originally a high-level Lord of Selecting Dragons, and he was invincible. His current Holy Soul is too weak. If he doesn't recover his strength, it will be useless."

Li Hanxue broke the golden dodecahedron, freed Lord of Selecting Dragons' Holy Soul, and completely integrated it into the red puppet, becoming one with it.

Afterwards, Li Hanxue let Lord of Selecting Dragons practice on his own, absorb the energy between heaven and earth, and restore the power of his Holy Soul.

Lord of Selecting Dragons is indeed strong, but he can't be too strong.

If his Holy Soul is completely restored, with his strength, he can easily break free from the shackles of the soul imprint, turn the tables, and enslave Li Hanxue.

In order to prevent this from happening, Li Hanxue can only restore a small part of Lord of Selecting Dragons' Holy Soul's strength, limiting it within his controllable range.

In the end, Lord of Selecting Dragons' strength only recovered to the level of a second-level Lord of Selecting Dragons' strength.

If there is a high-level Lord of Selecting Dragons as a thug, it would certainly be comfortable. But that was not very realistic after all. With a second-level Saint Lord as a thug, Li Hanxue was already very satisfied.

Li Hanxue gave the Freedom Saint Sword to the Saint Lord Zelong to use. With the holy weapon and his powerful cultivation comparable to that of a second-level Saint Lord, Li Hanxue had a powerful life-saving trump card.

After Li Hanxue put the Saint Lord Zelong back into the storage bag, he continued to immerse himself in cultivation.

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Time flies. There are only three days left before the day when Tianwu Sect accepts disciples. Bao Jie has been waiting on a mountain ten miles away from Fengju Mountain according to Li Hanxue's instructions.

"Master!" Bao Jie saw a man in a white coat, black gauze and a mask coming over, and immediately knelt on one knee.

"Get up." Li Hanxue said, "How is the thing I asked you to do?"

"I have already done it. The person in charge of the Huangwu Realm disciple recruitment ceremony this time is Elder Shi Chen. I have informed him that the master can attend the disciple-recruiting ceremony as his friend Zhang Moran. Elder Shi Chen will not pursue the authenticity of the master's identity." Bao Jie raised his head, "However, master, you can't wear this mask when the time comes. Tianwu Sect does not allow covering the face when recruiting disciples."

"The master's identity has been exposed. Almost everyone in Tianwu Sect knows the master's face, which is a big problem."

Li Hanxue took off the mask: "Does anyone recognize me now?"

Bao Jie was shocked when he saw Li Hanxue's hideous and terrifying face: "This... Master, you ruined your face?"

Li Hanxue nodded.

"In this way, it will be no problem to sneak into Tianwu Sect." Bao Jie sighed in his heart, "Master is so cruel that he destroyed his own face. If he cannot become a saint, he will probably be an ugly monster for the rest of his life."

"Master, Tianwu Sect is extremely far away from Fengju Mountain. Three days is a bit tight to travel, let's set off immediately." Bao Jie said.

"Let's go without delay."

The two of them drove non-stop for three days and three nights and finally arrived at Tianwu Sect.

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