Spiritual Lord of the Heavens: My spiritual disciples are all over the world

"Okay, I agree to this deal," Han Fei said, casually taking "The Divine Machine's Hundred Refinements" and putting it directly into the storage space without even looking at it.

Han Fei played with the core in his hand and said, "What do you think is in this core? And why can it simulate the operation of the meridians of the upper organ?"

Ma Xianhong shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I don't know. I heard from my sister that this is not a product of weapon refining. I can't imagine what would have such an effect. I promised my sister that I would not open this core. I must do it, I don’t want to disappoint my sister.”

"Is that so? Are you really not curious about what is inside? Why don't I open it and take a look? You promised your sister not to open this core, which is not a bad thing. If I open it, you won't be violating it. The agreement between you and your sister." Han Fei said with a smile.

"Taoist Master, please don't embarrass me. If you open this core, my sister will be angry." Ma Xianhong showed a struggling look on his face. Although his eyes were full of desire, he still shook his head and said.

"Then how do you want me to help you? You want to refine a perfect self-cultivation furnace, but you don't know what the core is. How can a refiner refine it if he doesn't understand the work he wants to complete? Don’t you think your request to produce perfect utensils is ridiculous?" Han Fei sneered.

When Ma Xianhong heard this, he immediately froze there. Then, Ma Xianhong's face began to twist, looking very painful.

Han Fei's words seemed to open a door to the soul. Ma Xianhong fell into madness and murmured to himself: "What is the core of the self-cultivation furnace? What is it? If I don't know the core, why should I create it?" Perfect slim fit stove, I'm gonna turn it on, turn it on.

No, I promised my sister that I would never open the core. I have to listen to my sister. She is doing it for my own good.

However, I really want to know what the core is. I want to create a perfect self-cultivation furnace. I want to find my lost memory. I want to find my family.

Self-cultivation furnace, Self-cultivation furnace can help me. Only by creating a perfect self-cultivation furnace can I retrieve my lost memory. I must create a perfect self-cultivation furnace. I must... "

Ma Xianhong squatted on the ground, holding his head in pain. Two thoughts kept jumping in his mind, one was his true thoughts, and the other was the mind control imposed on him by Qu Tong.

Han Fei's words undoubtedly created a logical endless loop for Ma Xianhong. Ma Xianhong's original intention was to create a perfect self-cultivation furnace. With the help of the self-cultivation furnace, he could repair his memory and retrieve his past.

Qu Tong's spiritual hint to him was to never open the core. However, if you don't open the core and don't know the true condition of the core, you will never be able to create a perfect self-cultivation furnace. But his original intention was to create a perfect self-cultivation furnace.

The two thoughts repeatedly switched, making Ma Xianhong's head feel like it was going to explode, and he let out a painful wail.

"How can a refiner achieve perfection if he doesn't understand the creations he refines? It's really ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous.

Don't you want to get your memory back? By refining the perfect self-cultivation furnace, you can get your memory back, and you can get your family back. They are waiting for you, waiting for you to save them. Do you hear their wailing? They are asking you for help.

Open it, open it, you can refine the most perfect self-cultivation furnace, open it, you can find your lost memory, open it, you can find your lost family, open it, open it... ···”

Han Fei lifted his Taoist robe lightly, squatted in front of Ma Xianhong, placed the core in Ma Xianhong's hand, and said softly. His voice seemed to be filled with magic, inducing Ma Xianhong to open his core.

Looking at the core in his hand, Ma Xianhong shed two tears of blood in his eyes. He seemed to be struggling with something. He clutched the core tightly, trying to open it, but he shook his head vigorously, looking very painful.

Ma Xianhong's hand grasped the core harder. His face became paler during this struggle. Veins popped out on his face, his eyes were blood red, and he howled like a wild beast.

"Yes, yes, just like that, force, force, open it, open it, Ma Xianhong, you can do it.

Your family is waiting for you to save them, can you bear to let them continue to suffer? Think about your grandfather's leg being chopped off, think about the mistreatment of your great-grandfather, think about your relatives, they also Going through the same thing, don't you want to save them?

Open it, and you can refine the perfect self-cultivation furnace, and you can save them from suffering. They are waiting for you, waiting for you to save them, do you hear me? They are wailing, your grandfather's eyes were gouged out, they are cutting off your grandfather's ears... "

The more Han Fei talked, the more terrifying he became. As Han Fei described, miserable scenes were reflected in Ma Xianhong's mind. They were screaming and wailing. He saw his cousin being thrown away from his chest. I saw the man grabbing his cousin's heart and forcefully pulling it out of his chest.

He heard the man's crazy laughter, and he saw his cousin's desperate eyes before he died. Those eyes seemed to say, "Save me, save me, Xianhong, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

This picture had a great impact on Ma Xianhong's soul. He shouted, and with a sudden force on his hand, he opened the closed core, and saw that what was placed in the core was a meat ball.

Ma Xianhong just glanced at it, his pupils suddenly tightened, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face. He let out a horrified scream. With a shake of his hand, the meat ball was thrown out by him. It seemed that he couldn't stand such stimulation. Ma Xianhong People also fainted.

With a thought in Han Fei's mind, the meat ball thrown away by Ma Xianhong flew back. Looking at the ball in front of him, Han Fei could feel the rich innate energy from the meat ball. It seemed that a life was really gestating in this meat ball.

Han Fei couldn't help but marvel at the magic of both hands. Qu Tong could give birth to such a thing by himself. This was not just a simple control of the physical body. This was the ability to control one's own womb to give birth to new life, and to control one's own body. The womb and life form can be changed at will, which reminded him of a terrible consequence.

If Qu Tong is compared to a queen bee, then the aliens who have been transformed by the Self-cultivation Furnace are like worker bees. As the queen bee, Qu Tong can control all the worker bees. They formed a swarm and would obey Qu Tong's orders without hesitation and without any ability to resist. This scene is terrifying to think about.

Whether this is really the case, Han Fei is not sure, but looking at those people controlled by Qu Tong, they have really lost their sense of autonomy. Don't they look like driven worker bees?