They were able to tame ancient ferocious beasts as powerful as ghost car into pets, of course, the beast taming technique was not much weaker. They also knew such a natal soul contract and could easily guess the reason: there was no doubt that Gu Fenghua got the soul imprint they left on the ghost car and refined it.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary soul mark. Even if Gu Fenghua refined it, it would not be of much use and would not harm them. But don’t forget that what they left on the ghost car was a contract mark. As long as they refined it, not only life and death would be in Gu Fenghua’s thoughts, but if Gu Fenghua died, they would definitely die. Of course, if they died, it would have no impact on Gu Fenghua at all.

Otherwise, why are the master and servant contracts called? Many slaves are buried with their masters. When have you ever seen the masters be buried with their slaves?

After thinking it through, even if Gu Fenghua didn't speak, they knew what they should do.

"I can't help myself, so I can't help myself, haha..." Qiu and Chen wanted to ask again, but knew that they had no time anymore. They laughed out loud with grief and anger, but only laughed twice, then their heads turned and there was no sound.

Widths of light golden light scattered with vitality and quickly disappeared between heaven and earth.

Two powerful men of the third rank of Emperor Saint died. Until their death, both of them still opened their eyes, full of reluctance and regret.

Weng Yuanming and Qiu Chen had no friendship, but they just used money to eliminate disasters. They had done shameful things for others over the years, and they had long been used to life and death. They didn't feel ashamed, so they turned around and walked towards Duanmu Qingming.

This guy is lucky. He saved his life even after the joint attack of the Three Saints of Moyun.

But this is also thanks to Gu Fenghua. Because Gu Fenghua's order was to kill them, no one of the Three Saints of Moyun dared to let go. It's okay for the others, but Qiu and Chen are not weak in the third grade of Emperor Saint. If they cannot kill with one blow, they will give them a chance to escape, even the Three Saints of Moyun may not be able to catch up with them.

So the few people had a tacit understanding and tried their best to deal with Qiu Chen and the others, and the force they used on the others was much smaller, which gave him a chance to survive.

Of course, this is only temporary. At this time, Duanmu Qingmingyue was seriously injured, and the Holy Pearl between her eyebrows was in chaos. If it weren't for the Holy Soul Pearl, she would have died long ago. And the other disciples of the Sword Ding Sect would not have such good luck. They all had broken hearts and died, and they fell to the side in a row.

"What do you want to do? I am the young leader of the Jianding Sect. If you dare to do it, the Jianding Sect will never let you go." Seeing the three of them approaching step by step, Duanmu Qingming was half lying on the ground, dragging his seriously injured body, moving backwards like an earthworm, screaming fiercely, but tears were already pouring in his eyes.

As he moved, there was a yellow trace of water wherever he passed.
Chapter completed!