The ancestor who survived the tribulation was reborn and went to college

Zhang Fan looked deeply, waved his big hand gently, and a spiritual light of soul power flew out and landed accurately on the forehead of the man in black robe.

Immediately, he began to carefully carve a mark deep into the soul of the man in black robe. This was a very complex and precise ritual.

The man in black robe was shaken all over, as if he was being restrained by a strong force and was unable to move.

There was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, but facing Zhang Fan's cultivation, he could only choose to silently accept this fact.

As Zhang Fan's fingers danced, the spiritual light gradually condensed into a mysterious rune deep in the black-robed man's soul.

This rune contains endless laws and is Zhang Fan's control over the soul of the man in black robe.

The man in black robe felt an invisible force deeply suppressing his soul, as if bound by invisible shackles.

A flash of determination flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes. He knew the dangers of the world of immortality, and the identity of the man in black robe was definitely not simple.

In order to prevent the black-robed man from resisting, he injected a powerful restriction into the soul mark. Once the black-robed man makes the slightest move, he will inevitably receive a huge soul shock.

This scene made the man in black robe's heart sink. Although he could feel the restraint of power, he could not break free from it.

Zhang Fan withdrew his soul power and said calmly: "You are now completely under my control, and any resistance is in vain. I don't care whether you compromised just now or not. If you cooperate now, my previous promise will still be valid."

The man in black robe sneered, with unconcealable anger flashing in his eyes: "Boy, do you think you can control me like this? To tell you the truth, I come to the Immortal Cultivator Alliance, and I am not that easy to be restrained."

Zhang Fan looked at the man in black robe coldly and said calmly: "I have seen through your face a long time ago, but I believe that no one in this small world can decipher the mark of my soul. You cannot escape the shackles of my soul."

"You can try your best to ask the strongest member of your Immortal Cultivator Alliance to give you a try. I think you will die at that time. Moreover, your current cultivation level is not enough to escape my grasp."

The man in black robe barely raised a smile. He knew that what Zhang Fan said was not groundless. He tried it himself, and his soul power was like a child in front of this soul mark.

It's not that Zhang Fan's soul power is contained in the soul mark, but that Zhang Fan's soul level is already far higher than that of Black Bubble Man by countless levels.

But as a man in black robe who has experienced hundreds of battles, how could he surrender so easily?

"Zhang Fan, do you think you can control everything about me? I am not afraid of death, let alone being controlled by you! What else can you do to me?" The man in black robe said firmly, as if he wanted to challenge Zhang Fan's bottom line.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that it would not be easy to conquer a powerful person. Zhang Fan was not looking for a partner, but simply felt that the man in black robe was strong and could do things for him, so Zhang Fan had the idea of ​​conquering him.

But Zhang Fan did not have to subdue the man in black robe. He looked at the man in black robe with extremely cold eyes. Zhang Fan decided not to hesitate and took action against the man in black robe.

The man in black robe was a little timid when he saw Zhang Fan's cold eyes, but he still suppressed his fear and looked at Zhang Fan.

"Since you are not afraid of death, then I will show you my methods!" Before Zhang Fan finished speaking, he waved his big hand again, and a powerful spiritual power poured into the body of the black-robed man.

The body of the man in black robe trembled, and was instantly restrained by a powerful and ruthless force. He seemed to be tightly grasped by invisible hands, unable to move.

A biting chill quickly spread throughout his body, and the man in black robe suddenly raised his head, a pair of deep eyes flashing with unspeakable pain.

A faint light emanated from his eyes, like an icy star twinkling in the darkness.

The man in black robe felt a strong pain emerging from the depths of his body.

His originally cold gaze instantly lost focus, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable pain.

His whole body seemed to be pricked by thousands of needles and he couldn't breathe. He bent his body suddenly to try to relieve the heart-rending pain.

He could hardly bear the pain of this tearing, as if there were countless invisible needles running through his bone marrow.

He tried to shout, but found that his voice was blocked by an invisible force in his throat, making it impossible to make a sound.

A chaotic darkness enveloped his consciousness, but the pain did not lessen.

In the darkness, he felt as if his soul was being torn apart by an invisible force, and every inch of him was trembling violently.

That kind of pain was different from physical pain, but was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul, like a heartache, making it almost unbearable for him.

The black-robed man's body began to twitch uncontrollably, and the force of the spasm spread through every cell in his body.

He opened his mouth and tried to scream, but found that all he heard from his throat was a hoarse and weak sound.

Cold sweat broke out on his fingertips, and an indescribable fear permeated his body.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful dark energy pouring into his body, like a giant dragon sweeping across everything.

The body of the man in black robe seemed to be intertwined with countless black lines, forming an invisible net, imprisoning him in it.

His soul trembled in the darkness, and he let out a deep and sad groan.

The extreme pain made the man in black robe feel an indescribable despair. His consciousness seemed to be lost in the boundless darkness, unable to find an exit.

The whole process seemed like a thousand years had passed, and every moment was like an endless torment.

As the pain intensified, the black-robed man's body began to tremble violently, sweat rolled down his forehead, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

That ruthless force was like an invisible knife, cutting into his soul without leaving any room.

The man in black robe's eyes gradually became hollow, and the pain gradually blurred his consciousness.

As time passed, the man in black robe felt that his consciousness fell into chaos, and he lost consciousness of everything around him.

The soul seemed to be wandering in the boundless darkness, being torn into countless pieces, each piece carrying an indescribable pain.

He tried to concentrate and find some peace, but found himself trapped in an endless sea of ​​suffering.

In the depths of his soul, the man in black robe seemed to see all the crimes he had committed, the pain he had ruthlessly inflicted on others, now returned to him with a hundredfold strength.

His soul was severely judged at this moment, and every crime was like a sharp blade, leaving a deep mark on his soul.

However, just when the man in black robe was about to completely collapse, a faint ray of light suddenly broke into the depths of his consciousness.

This light shines like a warm star in the dark abyss.