Chapter 467: The Viciousness of the Cannibal Demon

The old cannibal demon urged Zhang Xiaoyu, "Take off the golden hoop on your head quickly and put it on your brother."

Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out his hands and tremblingly lifted the golden hoop on his head.

If he hadn't tried his best to control his emotions, his tears would have flowed down.

This golden hoop has hurt him terribly. Every time the golden hoop tightened, he regretted living in this world, but he wanted to die but couldn't. It was really a dilemma between life and death.

In the past, he often dreamed of taking off the golden hoop on his head and regaining his freedom, but when he woke up, he found that everything was a dream.

But today, under the layout and planning of his brother Lin Feng, his dream finally came true.

He tremblingly dragged the golden hoop towards Lin Feng.

The old cannibal demon stared at the golden hoop in Zhang Xiaoyu's hand. He seemed to see the scene of the golden hoop being put on Lin Feng's head and drilling into Lin Feng's body.

He couldn't even control his excitement.

He seemed to have seen that he would obtain the Shenzhou warrior body that only appears once in a thousand years and become one of the strongest people in Taixu.

When he returned, he wanted to trample all the second-blood and third-blood grandmasters of Taixu under his feet.

He wanted to become a quasi-martial saint, or even a martial saint.

He wanted to be the number one in Taixu.

At this moment, his ambition was swelled wildly.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked up to Lin Feng and was about to put the golden hoop on Lin Feng's head.

Although he knew that he was in an illusion and the Lin Feng in front of him was not Lin Feng, it was okay to put on the golden hoop, but he still hesitated.

He was afraid that Lin Feng would mess up, and if he really put the golden hoop on Lin Feng's head, he would never forgive himself.

Thinking that the pain brought to him by the golden hoop would be repeated on Lin Feng, he felt a little suffocated.

He removed the golden hoop from Lin Feng's head and said, "Master, should we wait until my brother wakes up and ask for his opinion?

We don't know yet, will he agree?"

The cannibal old demon was dodged by Zhang Xiaoyu, and his heart almost jumped out.

He cursed Zhang Xiaoyu in his heart, traitor, I'll fuck you next door.

The beautiful scenes in front of his eyes just now disappeared after being shaken by Zhang Xiaoyu.

But he didn't dare to really curse, who asked him to use Zhang Xiaoyu at this time.

The old cannibal said patiently: "There is no need to ask for his opinion, your brother will agree even if he wakes up?

Having a master like me is a blessing that no warrior in the world can ask for."

Zhang Xiaoyu also cursed in his heart, go to your blessing, whoever wants it can take it.

Lin Feng was also talking to Zhang Xiaoyu through the mental imprint, "No, Brother Zhang, what are you doing? Put it on for me.

That's not me, it's just a straw man."

Zhang Xiaoyu said through the mental imprint: "Brother, your illusion is too real.

I'm really scared. If I really put the golden hoop on your head, I can die.

You must not underestimate this thing, it's too vicious."

"Oh my brother, don't worry, the Lin Feng in front of you is a straw man."

Lin Feng allowed Zhang Xiaoyu to see the straw man in the illusion.

Zhang Xiaoyu was also thinking, is it really because of the loss of eggs that she became fussy and worried about gains and losses?

At this time, the old cannibal demon urged again, "Good disciple, put the golden hoop on your good brother quickly.

The master will not harm him.

Don't you believe in the master?"

Zhang Xiaoyu pretended to be reluctant and said, "Master, of course I believe you, I just don't want to.

I will put it on him right away."

The old cannibal demon cursed in his heart, you dog thing can be addicted to being abused, you are really a waste.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands were shaking badly, and he slowly put the golden hoop on the top of the straw man's head.

After the golden hoop was put on, Zhang Xiaoyu trembled and took back his hand.

Then, he saw a scene that made his scalp numb.

Dense metal wires stretched out from the golden hoop and inserted into the straw man's head.

Lin Feng let his injured soul attach to the straw man. After the metal wires entered the straw man's head, they actually imprisoned his injured soul.

Hiss, Lin Feng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. This golden hoop was really vicious. His soul was considered useless.

It's useless, it's useless. At worst, I can just condense another soul.

Even if I have to waste two more souls today, I have to kill the old cannibal demon.

The old cannibal demon couldn't see through the illusion, but he felt that the golden hoop locked Lin Feng's soul.

This man was controlled by the golden hoop and there was no escape.

He thought Zhang Xiaoyu really put the golden hoop on Lin Feng's head.

He couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, hahaha, the martial arts genius that only appears once in a thousand years is mine.

I didn't expect that after experiencing a great disaster, I could still have such luck.

God really helps me."

"My dear disciple, the master is coming."

The soul of the old cannibal demon slowly flew out of Zhang Xiaoyu's brain and was about to drill into the head of the straw man.

Zhang Xiaoyu widened his eyes. What did he see?

An ugly soul emitting black mist floated out of his brain.

This soul exuded an evil spirit, and just a glance made him feel nauseous.

The old cannibal demon turned out to be like this. This was the evil spirit of Taixu. It was indeed evil enough.

The old cannibal demon looked back at Zhang Xiaoyu. His eyes were strange and sinister. Zhang Xiaoyu's hair stood up.

He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Farewell, Master."

Zhang Xiaoyu was anxious. The old cannibal demon had come out, so why didn't Xiaofeng take action? Could something have happened?

He looked carefully and found that the old ogre had a tail connected to his head.

It turned out that the old thing had a backhand and had not yet come out completely.

The old ogre said to Zhang Xiaoyu: "My dear disciple, Master is leaving, don't you want to give me something?"

The voice of the old ogre seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell.

Zhang Xiaoyu was so scared that he couldn't even stretch his tongue straight, "Master, Master, what do you want your disciple to give you?"

"Give me your soul, it's useless for you to keep your soul."

The tail of the old ogre began to frantically extract the soul power of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Uh uh uh, ah ah ah.

Zhang Xiaoyu covered his head and fell to the ground, screaming heartbreakingly.

He hated the old ogre. This old thing had been his master and disciple for such a long time, but he didn't show any mercy and had to kill him.

What if I died? You old ogre, at most, will be with me. Xiaofeng will definitely kill you.