After Long Zhanye got the bargaining chip, he immediately set off and went to the military camp where Masked Douluo was located again.
That Supersonic Bionic Wings drew a white track in the night sky at an astonishing speed.
His heartbeat was a little faster than usual, not because of flying, but because of the urgency in his heart.
He is very eager to know whether Bright Jade Sect is lying? Is Masked Douluo sincerely making a deal with him?
At this time.
It has been two days since the last time I met Masked Douluo.
The military camp was still gloomy, and the black-robed guard still stood at the door like a statue.
Long Zhanye dropped his figure, folded his wings, and strode into the military camp.
The guards recognized him and did not stop him. They just watched him pass by coldly.
When Long Zhanye stepped into the tent again, Masked Douluo was lying on the bed, surrounded by two disheveled women.
As soon as he saw Long Zhanye coming in, his bulging eyes lit up instantly.
He jumped up from the bed, pushed the woman beside him away, and came forward with excitement on his face.
He was looking forward to what kind of woman Long Zhanye would come up with.
That greedy look is like a hungry dog waiting to be fed.
Long Zhanye took out the semi-conscious Gai Feng directly from Storage Belt.
Gai Feng's soft curly hair was scattered all over the floor, and that cold face was full of exhaustion and weakness.
He picked it up in his hand like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, and held it up in front of Masked Douluo.
"Sir, I have brought you what you want."
His voice was as calm as water, but with a hint of unquestionable urging, "It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
At this time, Masked Douluo kept licking his tongue.
The fat tongue slid back and forth on the chapped lips, and he kept swallowing the saliva, making a gurgling sound in his throat.
His eyes were staring straight at Gai Feng, not missing an inch from top to bottom, from hair to toes.
He was completely attracted by Gai Feng's appearance and figure.
Although she is a bit older, she looks over sixty years old.
But he is very well-maintained, with fair and firm skin and a slim figure. He looks only thirty years old.
That mature charm, that cold and arrogant temperament, that unique aura of a strong Soul Douluo, all made this lustful Evil Soul Master crazy.
Masked Douluo rubbed his hands and exclaimed, his voice full of admiration and greed:
"Boy, you did a good job!"
"Soul Douluo level cauldron is also good for my practice. You actually managed to get such a top-grade woman."
"Tsk, tsk tsk..."
He circled around Gai Feng, and then around again, those bulging eyes wished they could grow on her body.
He reached out to touch that cold face, but Long Zhanye calmly avoided it.
"Your Excellency, the things have been tested and it's time to fulfill the promise."
Long Zhanye's voice was a little colder, and his eyes became sharper.
Masked Douluo then came back to his senses and smiled.
Those bulging eyes glanced at Long Zhanye, and then said:
"Why are you so anxious? Can I go back on my promise to you?"
Then he called Long Zhanye to his side, and the disgusting body came close to him.
Long Zhanye is always on guard against Masked Douluo, and Divine Power is all exposed, like an invisible net covering the entire tent.
He is very worried that Masked Douluo will kill people and silence them. What can't these Evil Soul Master do?
He talks about deal, but what he thinks about is how to eat you up.
At this moment, his Double Pupil was running at full power, and light was flowing in his eyes.
Watch every tiny movement of Masked Douluo.
His right hand hung by his side, and his fingertips had touched the edges of the Soul Tool pieces in Storage Belt.
It can be said that being on guard against others is indispensable.
But right now.
Masked Douluo put his mouth next to Long Zhanye's ear, and his plump lips almost touched his auricle.
He mumbled a lot, and his voice was very low, so low that only two people could hear it.
The voice was hoarse and vague, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of the throat, intermittently...
Long Zhanye was a little distracted after hearing this.
That spell, the method of operating Soul Power, the method of condensing essence Divine Power, the technique of stripping the soul from the body--
Every step and every detail was engraved in his mind like a brand.
As he listened, he silently deduced it in his mind, trying to understand the principles and mysteries.
Masked Douluo did tell him the method of manipulating souls.
To be precise, this is a set of evil techniques, a set of evil techniques that only use the souls of living people as materials.
But Long Zhanye listened very carefully, keeping every word in mind and not letting go of every detail.
However, Long Zhanye cannot ensure the correctness of this method at this time.
How credible can Evil Soul Master be?
What if he tampered with key points, what if he deliberately said a few wrong spells, or if he concealed a crucial step...
Then if he follows this method, he may go crazy and become obsessed, or his soul may bite back and kill him on the spot.
At this time Long Zhanye said cautiously:
"Your Excellency!"
"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that this secret method is somewhat profound and obscure. I want to give it a try."
"See with your own eyes the effect of this secret technique, and experience for yourself the mystery of this soul manipulation."
Seeing Long Zhanye being so cautious, Masked Douluo shook his head helplessly.
He said, with a bit of impatience and a bit of generosity in his voice:
"Okay, I will demonstrate it to you personally."
I saw him sucking the semi-conscious Gai Feng to his side with Soul Power.
With a weak grasp of the palm, Gai Feng's body seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope and floated in front of him.
He held down her Tianling Cap with one hand, his rough fingers sinking deeply into her hair, and the other hand drew strange tracks in the air.
Then he muttered a spell in his mouth, his voice low and unclear.
The spell had no words or meaning, only a strange rhythm, a rhythm that made people's scalp numb.
Long Zhanye can feel his Soul Power and sperm Divine Power operating in a strange way.
The Soul Power is like the tide, pouring out in waves; the essence Divine Power is like spider silk, wisps of Entanglement.
The two forces intertwined together and condensed into a purple-black light in his palm.
The purple-black aura penetrated directly into Gai Feng's Tianling Cap.
The breath was cold and evil, carrying an indescribable and strange power that went straight into her mind and into the depths of her soul.
Then Gai Feng's body seemed to be electrocuted, twitching non-stop.
Her limbs straightened stiffly, then curled up again.
Her back arched, then slumped; her fingers flexed spasmodically, then opened again.
The movement was mechanical and strange, like a puppet being pulled by strings.
Her eyes were white and her pupils were rolled up, only the whites of her eyes were exposed, which was really scary.
But then I kept chanting the spell Masked Douluo.
The sound became faster and faster, like heavy rain hitting the tiles.
Veins popped up on his arms, and his fingers dug deeply into Gai Feng's scalp.
At this moment, he suddenly twitched his hand!
A light blue light and shadow was pulled out from Gai Feng's Tianling Cap.
That is her soul.
The light and shadow were blurry and transparent, and human figures were vaguely visible, twisting and struggling in mid-air.
Its limbs are waving, its body is twisting, and its face is changing.
The appearance was exactly the same as Gai Feng lying on the bed, but it was more illusory, more ethereal, and more heart-stopping.