How can the demon soldiers be controlled by being unruly? They must sacrifice their blood relatives, use them as sword spirits, and then use the natural closeness breath in their bloodline to suppress the backlash!

There is a saying in the weapon list that this evil technique is best to sacrifice voluntarily to obtain maximum power.

Nangong Wuwang put his hand on Nangong Wuwang's head and was speechless.

"Old thief! Brother, run away, he will kill you to renovate your troops!"

Nangong Qing's eyes were bloodshot.

"Sister!"

Nangong Fu's eyes turned red and shook his head: "You have always misread my father. He... He is not such a person! He... He is himself who is going to sacrifice!"

"What?"

Nangong Qing was stunned, and even Chang Kun couldn't help but stop.

"No hope... do you believe in Dad?"

Nangong Wentian stared at his son and suddenly asked.

"letter!"

Fang Yuan's words are concise, but in fact he is confident.

"Haha... OK!"

Nangong Wentian laughed: "Remember... live well!"

Boom!

In an instant, a surging internal force, like a big Yangtze River, surged out of his palm and penetrated into Fang Yuan's body.

This change immediately surprised the people of the Demon Sect.

‘So... this old ghost is just trying to fulfill his son?’

The man in the gray robe of the Demon Sect looked at this scene and was stunned. He then shook his head: "If the Lord of the Imperial Army was Nangong Wentian, there might be a possibility of escaping from heaven, but if it were Nangong Wuwang, hehe... This is a gift from heaven!"

‘This Nangong Wentian ended up with this kind of character? It’s a bit troublesome…’

Fang Yuan was speechless at this moment.

If Nangong Wentian wanted to kill his son and practice swords, he would have just broken down and broke up completely, which would have been a bit troublesome.

Soon, he had no time to think about this.
Chapter completed!