Douluo: My ancestors became gods in Dou Er Gang.

"How is this possible?" Bo Haidong's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and fear.

"Oh my god, Master is so awesome."

The little medical fairy looked at the scene in front of her, her mouth opened wide, and her heart was filled with shock.

At this moment, she truly saw the power of the mysterious master.

She was secretly glad that she had made the right choice to follow her master.

"When did my Bajibeng become so strong?"

Yao Lao was also full of surprise and doubtful about life.

Even the possessed Xiao Yan was surprised.

Although he was possessed, he could still feel the power of the alien fire.

It's obviously the same body, the same strange fire.

But the master's flame is countless times stronger than mine!

However, let alone them, even Shui Wuya himself felt very puzzled.

To be honest, he didn't know the level of the fighting skills he just displayed.

However, judging from his experience as a God King for tens of thousands of years, the ice seal he waved with his hands contained countless secrets.

The fighting skills he displayed just now are at least starting from the heaven level.

After Bo Haidong was knocked out by Xiao Yan who was possessed by Shui Wuya, he sat on the ground, his heart filled with fear and shock.

He stood up with difficulty, trembling all over, looking at Xiao Yan who was possessed by Shui Wuya with horror on his face.

"Who are you?" Bo Haidong asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear and uneasiness.

Xiao Yan, who was possessed by Shui Wuya, did not answer, but walked towards him coldly.

His steps were slow and steady, but every step seemed to weigh down Bo Haidong's breath.

As Xiao Yan, who was possessed by Shui Wuya, gradually approached, Bo Haidong became more and more panicked. He felt an indescribable sense of oppression, as if a huge mountain was pressing on his heart, making him almost unable to breathe. .

"No, don't come here!"

Bo Haidong shouted in a hissing voice. He felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat. It was only at this moment that he truly understood that he had offended someone he definitely shouldn't offend.

Xiao Yan, who was possessed by Shui Wuya, did not speak, but the coldness and majesty in his eyes were enough to make anyone fearful.

Facing the coming threat, Bo Haidong no longer maintained his usual pride and confidence. He was completely enveloped in fear and fell to his knees directly on the ground.

His body was trembling, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his hands were clasped together tremblingly, and he kept muttering words of begging for mercy.

"Senior, I...I was blind-sighted and offended you just now. Please...please forgive me! I...I am willing to do anything to atone for my sins. I just ask you to spare my life!" Bo Haidong's voice trembled, every time Every word is filled with despair and fear.

At this moment, he had completely lost his previous arrogance and confidence, and there was only fear and helplessness in his eyes.

He knew that he had fallen into an irreversible situation, and his only hope was that Xiao Yan, who was possessed by Shui Wuya, could be soft-hearted and let him live.

"I am willing to be the registered disciple of Senior, please be kind to Senior!"

Xiao Yan, who was possessed by Shui Wuya, sneered. The smile seemed to be as cold as ice, revealing ruthlessness and indifference.

"Do you still want to be my registered disciple?" His voice was cold and sharp: "I said, I gave you a chance, but it's already too late.

Now you are only qualified to be my servant. "

When Bo Haidong heard these words, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and his body trembled more violently, like a frightened little animal.

He quickly lowered his head, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he begged for mercy with a trembling voice: "Senior, it's okay, I can do anything you ask me to do."

His voice had become extremely humble and even trembling. He knew that he was at a critical moment of life and death and there was no possibility of escape.

Facing Xiao Yan, who was possessed by Shui Wuya, he felt an irresistible pressure, and that powerful aura made him feel desperate.

"I will definitely be a qualified servant and work for you as an ox or a horse. I will do whatever it takes. Please forgive me, senior!"

Seeing Bo Haidong's humble begging for mercy, Shui Wuya, who possessed Xiao Yan, couldn't help but snorted in his heart.

He knew this guy's character very well. He once knew it too well, but now he couldn't believe a word of what he said.

Shui Wuya had an indifferent look on his face. He stared at Bo Haidong, his eyes revealing a deep power.

With the touch of his fingers, a powerful spiritual power poured into Bo Haidong's body.

This spiritual power was like a gentle stream of water, slowly seeping into Bo Haidong's body and shuttling between his meridians and mind.

Under the guidance of this spiritual power, Shui Wuya began to exert his profound ice power.

He accurately selected a specific location in Bo Haidong's body, where the core of the soul was located, and it was also the most critical part.

Shui Wuya's will condensed on his fingers, like a fine needle tip, penetrating Bo Haidong's skin and reaching the core of his soul.

At that moment, Shui Wuya's will and Bo Haidong's soul intersected. Shui Wuya's ice power gradually enveloped Bo Haidong's soul, binding it there, forming a mark of ice.

The mark implanted by Shui Wuya is not only a sign, but also a symbol of will.

His will was now deeply engraved in the depths of Bo Haidong's soul, like an indelible mark, engraved in his life forever.

With this mark, Bo Haidong's life and death will be completely in his own hands.

As long as he wants, he can let Bo Haidong die unexpectedly at any time, or he can continue to live, but he must obey his own orders.

In this way, Bo Haidong's rebellious thoughts can be completely killed, and he will never dare to make any changes again.

Shui Wuya completed this process with a calm expression on his face, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

Shui Wuya looked at Bo Haidong with an indifferent expression, his voice was calm and majestic: "I have set a mark in your body, if you dare to disobey me, I will make you die miserably."

Bo Haidong's body was trembling, and there was a trace of despair on his face.

He knew that he was now under Shui Wuya's control, and any resistance would be futile and might even lead to catastrophe.

There was indifference and determination in Shui Wuya's eyes. He stared at Bo Haidong, seeming to be making a decision silently.

"Of course, since you are used by me, even if you are a servant, I will not treat you badly."

Then, he stretched out his palm, and a faint blue flame rose slowly, condensing in his hand like ice.

Bo Haidong's heart tightened when he saw Shui Wuya's actions, and an indescribable uneasiness surged into his heart.

Shui Wuya slowly raised his palm, and the blue flame danced with it, and then floated directly in front of Bo Haidong.