"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just that you lose some energy. After one month, you will be restored to the Dharma Saint. After two or three years, you will be the superior god again. If you stand up straight, don't hinder the deity from casting spells."

If you restore your contracted subordinates, there will be no divine punishment, but Zhao Sicheng will still treat you carefully because...

Zhao Sicheng took out the bloodthirsty sword and directly cut off his little finger with his left hand. Ten fingers were connected to the heart. Zhao Sicheng didn't frown and squeezed out three drops of essence and blood, but Zhao Sicheng's face turned pale. The demon baby automatically gushed out the innate vitality, and the little finger grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The new little finger was fragile like a baby, and it still needed time to temper it.

Three drops of essence and blood were dripping on a piece of Bodhi blood jade the size of a fingertip. The blood jade boiled, and then various proportions of materials were added to the blood jade in a specific order. More and more materials catalyzed the three drops of essence and blood into a pile of boneless flesh.

The broken finger was rolled into powder, separated part of it from the flesh and blood, and handfuls of Yuan crystal coins were thrown in, and finally a pair of bones was formed. While adjusting the size of each bone, innate vitality was input into the bones, making the bones become steel and iron bones.

Zhao Fu's soul was almost drooling when he saw this natural steel bone. The occupational disease of the lich had become a habit. At this moment, he had already left his fear behind and was designing how to cultivate this bone into a perfect skeleton pet.

"Afu, look at you, I like this new body very much."

"Give it to me?"

Zhao Sicheng slapped his right palm and his bones walked automatically, and finally merged with Zhao Fu's soul. Zhao Fu quickly absorbed the dead energy in the space. This skeleton rack was much better than the original one.

A demonic force stabbed Zhao Fu's life imprint. Zhao Fu only felt that he almost separated his spirit and flesh. Zhao Sicheng shouted in anger: "Who made you move around? Stand up."

Fortunately, there is not much death energy involved, but I have to use the law of life to drive away this part of the death energy. At the same time, it outputs a variety of energy and loses three drops of essence and blood. Zhao Sicheng's face looks paler.

Zhao Sicheng grabbed a ball of flesh and blood and created a heart in Zhao Fu's chest.

"Bang bang...bang bang..."

The lich has no heart, but now there is a heart beating slowly. Zhao Fu, the thousand-year-old lich king, has a different emotion at this moment.

Warmth, you can feel warmth with your heart.

Zhao Sicheng was busy using the pile of flesh and blood as materials to make the liver, kidneys, intestines, bladder... it looked extremely nauseous, and then the muscles and meridians. Each one was meticulous. Zhao Sicheng didn't want his subordinates to be born with disabilities or their meridians were confused.

After two magical moments, Zhao Sicheng looked at the black-haired young man in front of him. He exhaled a breath of turbid air. Fortunately, he was a contracted subordinate, without any disasters and difficulties, so he was not so lucky to reshape his body for others.

The appearance of the newborn Zhao Fu is seventy-sixth-particularly similar to that of Zhao Sicheng. His deep eyes, combined with the soul of the thousand-year-old Lich King, the black-haired young man without any energy actually developed a sense of elegance. Such a gentle and kind person is really not the material for being a coachman.

Looking at the body made from his own hands, Zhao Sicheng nodded and praised: "No, put on your clothes and take a look."

Zhao Fu's movements were a little stiff. Zhao Sicheng asked: "Afu, is there any problem with your new body? If you have any problems, you have to say it earlier. If you have cultivated energy in the future, it will be troublesome to change it."

"Ah...ah...oh..." Zhao Fu tried the sound a few times and said in a strange tone: "Master... I have no problem with my health... I just don't get used to so much flesh and blood on my body."

"If you are not used to it, get used to it as soon as possible. I want to marry a concubine and have a soul with a soul around me, which will scare the beauty. This body has a full magical talent. Ah Fu, it's better not to practice the magic of the undead. It's okay to practice the magic of the undead, but if you dare to make yourself a skeleton, you know what the consequences will be."

"Yes." Zhao Fu also found that his new body was gifted and had an excellent fit for any magic element. Although it was related to the spiritual power of his superior god, he had never had any magic power in just a few words. He skipped the level 1 trial mage and level 2, and advanced to level 3 as a mage. With such a promotion speed, his body was not uncomfortable, which was too perverted.

He looked up and down at Zhao Fu and found that something seemed to be missing. By the way, it was a bow tie. He took out a fire magic core, made a magic core bow tie, and threw it to Zhao Fu and said, "Bring it."

In fact, Zhao Fu doesn't like bow tie. He has no flesh and blood for thousands of years. With more flesh and blood, he feels that his strength is suppressed. It's already uncomfortable enough. He is still tied by the bow tie and has difficulty breathing. Now people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Zhao Fu still tied his annoying bow tie to his collar and then endured Zhao Sicheng's unscrupulous look.

Not bad, with deep eyes, elegant temperament, black formal attire, neat bow tie, the new housekeeper seems to be missing a housekeeper cane.

Zhao Sicheng took out a huge beast bone from a small world. It was the natural spiritual weapon held by the skeleton in the Investiture of Gods. This world is called a top-grade magic weapon. The new butler stared at this huge beast bone, as if he had seen Xinyi's beauty, his eyes were straightened.

Zhao Sicheng called out the "Qiankun Cauldron" and threw the animal bones in it. In less than a quarter of an hour, a black cane, one third longer than an ordinary housekeeper's cane, was stuffed into Zhao Fu's hand and said, "Take it a few times."

In fact, without waiting for Zhao Sicheng to give instructions, Zhao Fu had already waved his cane gently, and combined with his elegant aura, Zhao Fu felt that he was a natural noble butler. Compared with Zhao Fu, Chris was a rough man.

"Okay, take the cane, it still needs processing." After hearing the order, Zhao Fuxin reluctantly handed the cane to Zhao Sicheng.

Then he heard Zhao Sicheng say, "It's still three or four days away from the Sunset Empire. Your current task is to get familiar with your new body. I want to go to the Tang family, the second family of the Sunset Empire, to marry the Tang family's lady as a concubine. Then you will be responsible for proposing marriage. After the completion of the work, the cane is yours. It's messed up. Just let Xiaobai use the magic of light to sunbathe your soul, and it can realize your wish and become the undead of light."

Seeing Zhao Sicheng smiling and saying that the light-type beast would sunbathe his soul, Zhao Fu only felt a cold air coming from the soles of his feet to his head, and Zhao Sicheng's voice echoed in his ears: "You are the Lich King, you can't die. In hundreds of years, your soul will be reborn. I believe that with one experience, you will get things done next time."

"Yes, I will definitely help the master get things done." Zhao Fu's face turned pale.

Zhao Sicheng asked: "Will the noble etiquette be?"

"Yes, but it's useless for too long and requires practice."

In fact, judging from Zhao Fu's expression and standing posture, before becoming a lich, he was definitely a well-educated nobleman. Shuang'er was really a lucky star for Zhao Sicheng. If it weren't for taking Shuang'er around the distance and Shuang'er insisting on entering Luhua Village, Zhao Sicheng would have picked up such an excellent housekeeper.

Zhao Sicheng threw Du Ershen, who was dressed like a savage, in front of Zhao Fu: "This is your original pet, and you will also take care of it in the future. Let him take care of himself every day. If you startle Miss Tang's family, you will enjoy sunbathing."

Zhao Fu said calmly: "The master likes this little pet, so I offer it to the master. I only have level 4 strength now, so I really can't control this little pet."

"So..." Zhao Sicheng immediately dragged out Zhao Yong's body and handed it to Zhao Fu together with the soul life card: "Cleaning up the undead energy you left on Zhao Yong's body. The entire energy of the little pet is sealed. The brand can be used as a small pet, and you can play with it first. You can get to the side and get familiar with your body after doing these."

"This is...Master, what is this?"

Zhao Fu sighed inwardly that he is worthy of being the god of ancient knowledge. All the ancient god texts written by him are rare characters. Zhao Fu is also a knowledgeable and cultural clan in the divine world, but Zhao Fu actually does not recognize any of the three ancient god texts on Zhao Yong's forehead, and the mark contains the energy of the law of space. Zhao Fu tenderly caresses the forehead of Zhao Yong's body and feels the law of space.

"Those three words are 'Xiaoyao Pavilion'. If you are interested in ancient god texts, you can teach you in the future."

As soon as Zhao Yong showed up the Wan Ghost Fan, he hurriedly said, "Young Master, Zhao Yong knows he is wrong and will never lie again."

"Okay, stand aside and continue to reflect."

Zhao Yong cried and begged: "Young Master, Zhao Yong knows that he is wrong. Can you not let others touch my body like this?"

When Zhao Yong heard Zhao Yong's words, Zhao Fu was like a corpse-loving pervert, touching him even more vigorously, which made Zhao Yong feel chill. Zhao Yong ignored him and went forward to pk him directly with Zhao Fu. How could Zhao Yong, who had only the soul, be able to beat the Lich King Zhao Fu?

Zhao Sicheng ignored Zhao Yong and Afu's fight, cut off the ring finger of his left hand, squeezed out three drops of essence and blood, and began to reshape the body of the Purple King.

"Young Master!" The Purple King shouted. Zhao Sicheng's lips were pale at this moment, and his face was not covered in blood.

Resurrection is definitely not a job that ordinary people can do. Zhao Sicheng has Bodhi blood jade in his hand and is also carrying innate vitality. His subordinates have no disasters or difficulties in the resurrection contract. They are all so hard that they will probably be killed by God if they resurrect others.

"Shut up, look at it, don't die in the future. If you die, the young master will never give you a body."

According to common sense, practice should make perfect the second time, but Zhao Sicheng still used two magics to make the Purple King's body well. He grabbed a handful of essence and blood pills and swallowed it, and the feeling of weakness improved.

Zhao Sicheng originally thought that the subordinates of the Resurrection Contract would be free of disasters and no problem, and there would be no problem in resurrecting ten or eight in a day. Unexpectedly, only two of them would make him almost discontinued. It seems that it would be better to be careful before the Mahayana period.

"Young Master!" The Purple King came to help Zhao Sicheng immediately, unable to control his gratitude. His original physical qualifications were not good, and every time he advanced, he went through a lot of hardships. Now the Young Master actually gave himself a congenital Taoist body, without venting a trace of spiritual energy in the world, and practicing would only achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Okay, the young master is not yet at the age of needing help from others. Ah Fu goes to drive the car and go down the town to have a good rest."

Zhao Yong regretted it. Seeing the young master's weak appearance, he had to wait for his body to change. I don't know how many years he would have to wait. If the young master had changed his body, Zhao Yong would also recognize him. (To be continued...)

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