"It's hard to subdue, just subdue one by one."

Everyone was relaxed, of course they knew that if there was no method, they would not be able to convince even if it was just a small piece. Wang Chong's actions should only reduce the difficulty. Or...

The few people looked at each other and they knew that there might be another reason: psychological torture.

Wang Chong thought that the most successful mental torture in his life was to conquer Qing, and Qing collapsed under Wang Chong's repeated mental torture.

Is this still valid for a state of reincarnation?

Wang Chong didn't know, but he didn't pay much attention. He had great confidence in conquering Siming Mountain, but the process would be extremely long.

I don’t know if Simingshan knows these situations. In addition to letting everyone see some emotional fluctuations just now, he is already expressionless at this moment.

Wang Chong ignored it, held the four hands in a slight grasp, and formed a sphere in the air, fixing the newly cut ball of meat there.

Twenty fingers moved in one go, and a tiny lightning flash was fixed on each finger, and the meat was undergoing some strange change.

Five more days later, Wang Chong calmly put the piece of meat back to Siming Mountain on time. This piece of meat has the same origin as Siming Mountain. Siming Mountain resisted silently. This piece of meat has been stopped on its surface. It was only after the help of gathering spirits that the piece of meat that had been stamped with various imprints by Wang Chong and forced into Siming Mountain's body.

The vitality of gathering spirits is extremely powerful, even stronger than Zhentian. With the nourishment of those vitality, the piece of meat has soon grown into the body of Siming Mountain.

Siming Mountain is extremely calm, and even the tentacles trapped on their bodies by gathering spirits are silent.

In this way, Wang Chong reached a terrible situation on time. Every five days, he would press a piece of meat that had been rushed into countless fried branding back to Simingshan's body.

This is the ultimate mental torture! Especially when Wang Chong was so on time and he had no choice.

Once, twice, three times...

Time passed quickly, and it was already 300 years in a blink of an eye. Wang Chong had already sentenced Simingshan 21,900 times.

If it were an ordinary monk, his spirit would probably collapse directly, but after all, he was a monk in the Reincarnation Realm, a figure who had been a clan ancestor for endless years, and was still as usual.

Wang Chong was still as calm as usual, just like a program that had been set long ago, every step was accurate to seconds, and he was also silently doing his own thing.

The same is true for gathering spirits! He also cooperated with Wang Chong's every move silently and mechanically. Every time Wang Chong forcibly pressed a piece of meat full of imprints into Siming Mountain's body, he first sewed the piece of meat into Siming Mountain's body with energy ropes, and at the same time he could nourish the huge vitality and let it grow completely into Siming Mountain's body.

Time passed year by year, and finally, in the 361st year, Simingshan said calmly: "Looking at this appearance, if you don't keep it, it will take 490,000 years to completely surrender me."

Wang Chong didn't respond, he just did his own thing calmly.

"I have confirmed over the years that if there is no accident, I have no way to resist." Simingshan said: "I just want to ask more questions, if I surrender, what do you want?"

Wang Chong was silent. Good hunters must have enough confidence. In this silent confrontation, Simingshan spoke first, and Wang Chong won the first place.

Seeing that Wang Chong was not responding, Simingshan naturally knew Wang Chong's strategy. He just sneered and never spoke again.

Time has returned to normal, and Siming Mountain never spoke again. Although Siming Mountain knew it was useless, every time Wang Chong pressed his own flesh into his body, he would still resist silently. The gathering spirits had to help Wang Chong grow the flesh into Siming Mountain's body.

Year after year, in the 388th year, Simingshan spoke again, "Everyone knows each other's thoughts, don't do these things. If your answers do not satisfy me in the following question, I will destroy my own thoughts before the hundredth year and let you get this body without thoughts!"

Wang Chong's movement finally stopped and said, "You said."

"If I return to your alien Zerg, what would you let me do?"

"Troubleshooting Tianzheng."

"Tianzheng?" Simingshan was stunned.

"So you didn't know that Tianzheng was not dead yet." Wang Chong suddenly laughed, "Pity, pitiful."

Simingshan was silent, and after a while, murmured: "The original guess of Qishan was true... I was originally wondering why the Zerg was willing to give up the Tianzheng Zombie Tower, but it was for this..."

"Tianzheng will definitely get out of trouble," Wang Chong said: "I will do all my strength to collect strength to fight against Tianzheng!"

"I know the weight, but I think I can't help you." Simingshan said calmly.

Wang Chong had expected this conversation, and to be precise, everything he did was for this conversation. With a wave of his hand, a group of bean tribe appeared in the sky, with hundreds of thousands of people.

Wang Chong had already advised the Dou tribe members, and they immediately formed a battle formation. Suddenly, the energy in the space in front of them suddenly increased a small amount. For the Dou tribe members, it increased by 300 times, but in front of Wang Chong and other existences, even if the 300-fold increase is still negligible.

"This..." Simingshan was stunned. Even if it was dark matter, the demon was precisely an energy body. At the moment when the people of the Bean Clan changed, he had already felt this keenly, and murmured: "This technique is magic!"

After a while of silence, he finally heard Simingshan speak again: "Do you want our clan to use this method to fight against Tianzheng?"

"Not bad." Wang Chong nodded.

"Hehehehehehehehehe..." Simingshan suddenly burst into laughter, and Wang Chong's heart immediately shook!

"I want me to create the Demon Cloud and then create countless tribe members for you to drive it? Hehehehehehe..." Simingshan smiled calmly and said, "The Demon Clan has killed each other, and some have been killed and fled in a panic, but!"

Simingshan seemed to have eyes all over his body, staring straight at Wang Chong: "I will never be a slave!"

Wang Chong's heart trembled!

Hundreds of years ago, Wang Chong had already been sure to surrender to Siming Mountain in a short time, but! Wang Chong was not sure at all to prevent Siming Mountain from destroying itself! This is why Wang Chong would rather destroy his will a little bit! But now...

"The only mistake in my life is to start a war corresponding to the dragon clan..." Simingshan looked at Wang Chong: "And I'll forget you."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Wang Chong sighed deeply. He also sighed deeply.

The only thing they worried about in the past 388 years was that Siming Mountain died and destroyed their own thoughts.

"About half of the copying," Ju Ling sighed, "Simingshan should have sensed that I was copying its thoughts, so he showed up in advance."

Looking at the Siming Mountain, which had no change at all, but was actually only in body, Wang Chong said: "Is there a way to make a demon?"
Chapter completed!