Eternal Life: From Refining Puppets to Cultivate for Me

"Is there really a problem?"

Inside the spirit house, the view from Fengzhan No. 1 and Fengzhan No. 3.

Su Qing witnessed the whole process of Ding Ping's death.

He died extremely violently, not to mention being frozen into ice.

Yuan Hua actually didn't even let go of his body. Holding his frozen and hard body, his body seemed to be liquefied, slowly seeping into Ding Ping's body.

After he finished digesting it, he raised his eyes again, picked up the flute on the ground, and actually resumed the sound of the flute!

"Demon cultivator? No, the Qi-refining demon cultivator doesn't have such ability, and the foundation-building demon cultivator doesn't even bother to use such tricks.

Since he is not a demon cultivator, then he is an evil spirit? "

Su Qing thought about it, practicing various arts and serious Taoism, there is no such method as Yuan Hua.

Combined with Huo Dan's attitude towards him today, he temporarily judged him as an evil spirit in his mind.

"How can we get rid of this evil thing in the team? I have to go talk to Qinghe Ma Tuan tomorrow."

The evil spirit's ability will be weakened during the clear day, so it is a good time to kill it in one fell swoop. Su Qing does not want this evil spirit to remain mixed in the team.

Release the black babies and let them seize the time to practice.

Just when he was about to take out the Daotian Talisman Wall that could detect fakes at a glance, he began to wonder if he could gain proficiency in the true Dao pattern.

Fengzhan No. 1 and No. 3 had visions again.

But he saw Ma Tuan walking out of the shadows with a long knife on his waist.

Walking out with him was Qing He who was carrying a sword puppet, as well as dozens of war cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Leng, why don't you come out and explain?"

Ma Tuan looked at Ding Ping, who was still playing the flute, and hummed coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Leng Fengxiang walking out with a confused look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, Fellow Daoist Qing, what are you doing?"

"Fellow Daoist Yuan was brought here by fellow Daoist Leng, right?"

Qing He stood behind the Sword Man Puppet. Ever since Leng Fengxiang came out, his eyes had been fixed on him. It seemed that if he made any riot, the Sword Man Puppet's flaming sword would strike down from the air.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan? It was indeed Xiaodao who brought him into the team. He met Xiaodao the day before yesterday. Xiaodao wanted him to help me and the others, so he invited him.

Why, is it possible that Baibao Pavilion does not allow us to invite fellow travelers?

Huh? Where is Fellow Daoist Yuan? "

Leng Fengxiang looked shocked and looked around, but did not find Yuan Hua, so he asked quickly.

"That's it!"

Ma Tuan pointed at Ding Ping who was still playing music.

When Leng Fengxiang heard this, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Isn't that fellow Taoist Ding Ping?" Before he could say anything, Ma Tuan twisted his body and drew his sword out of its sheath.

The blade of the blade was pitch black, and the sword light shot out several feet and fell on Ding Ping.

Ding Ping didn't even dodge. His body was split in half, and his four middle-parted lips were still pretending to be playing the flute.

At the same time, Qing He and others also poured out their Taoist combat skills crazily onto the corpse of Ding Ping.

It only gave up after blasting out a deep pit several feet deep where he was.

When the aftermath of the Taoist spell dissipated, there was nothing else in the deep pit except a pool of black water and a strange pattern.

At this time, Leng Fengxiang no longer pretended to ask people why they wanted to kill Ding Ping.

There is black water in the pit, and the black water has evil patterns.

Any experienced casual cultivator would know that Ding Ping just now was transformed by evil spirits.

"Fellow Daoist Leng, the ugly words are ahead. Before arriving at Black Tiger Mountain, I don't want any more trouble in the team. I would like to ask fellow Daoist to calm down!"

Ma Tuan narrowed his eyes. The ferocious aura escaped from Ma Tuan's face. He looked at Leng Fengxiang, who looked like a green ghost. He couldn't tell which of the two was more evil, or whether they were both. ?

After saying this, Ma Tuan turned around and left with a group of warrior cultivators.

During this process, Qing He didn't say a word, but looked at the green runes on Leng Fengxiang's body with disgust.

Su Qing watched the entire process with Fengzhan No. 1 and No. 3.

Turning around, he used the cover of the hazy night to summon Fengzhan No. 1 and No. 2, and asked them to fly back to the Sky Peng ship with a stack of exorcism charms.

He was relieved when he saw the wood spirit servants installing exorcism talismans on the front and back of the blast cannon's muzzle.

"Both Ma Tuan and Qing He know that there is something wrong with Leng Fengxiang?

So is Yuan Hua the evil spirit itself, or is it concocted by Leng Fengxiang?

The spirit pattern master is so terrifying, can he even drive evil spirits?

Then why was he exposed on the first night, and the flute musician Ding Ping was killed first? "

With too little information and a timid mind, he was now filled with questions but unable to get to the bottom of it.

He didn't know what kind of weird thing Leng Fengxiang was.

I don’t know why Ma Tuan Qinghe and others knew that something was wrong with him, so they only warned him but did not actually take action against him.

But he knew that if evil spirits were present, it was always a good idea to prepare more evil-expelling talismans and evil-suppressing talismans.

"It's a pity that there is no talisman maker in the team, otherwise I would have to buy another seven or eight evil-suppressing talismans tomorrow!"

After soaking in the bathtub, he easily absorbed the medicine, which was 30% more powerful than the original dosage.

After starting the internal refining, although the refinement furnace has not yet been completed, the physical fitness has been significantly improved.

After absorbing the Qi of the Golden Essence, Qi and blood surged, and the whole body became much harder. With a light touch of the Black Iron Essence, a subtle sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard.

After a comfortable bath, he put on Yunfeng's robes and sat at the table under the care of the wood spirit servants. He took out the false wall that he had never penetrated yet.

The runes engraved on the fake wall had been copied by countless people, but they were already far from the copies made by Yuanying Daxiu, and they were even more different from the real Dao patterns.

After he sold the false wall, he tried it on the wood spirit servants and other puppets. He did not cause any damage to the wood spirit servants, nor did he develop any proficiency.

This made him lose all interest in it and put it directly at the foot of the table to cushion the table.

It was now that there were no puppets to refine, and there was no need to practice on his own, so the long night was actually a bit boring, so he took out the false wall again and looked at it.

Dao patterns are different from evil patterns.

Dao patterns are chance, good luck, divine power, and the ladder to heaven.

Evil lines are a scourge, a calamity, a haunting of evil spirits, and a way to seek death.

I just saw the evil marks left by Ding Ping or Yuan Hua when they were annihilated.

Su Qing looked at this pattern again. Even though it had been copied clumsily countless times, it still seemed to be flowing with endless mystery.

"My attainments in Talismans need to be used when refining puppets to have proficiency prompts. However, I have changed several types of puppets to brand this Talisman, but nothing happened.

The reason is either that this parody of the Dao pattern has long since lost its aura and is therefore unable to take effect.

Or is it that the puppet I chose is not suitable for this Dao pattern and cannot bear this Dao pattern, so the panel has not judged the proficiency? "

Su Qing thought silently, he had a strong desire to master one side of the Dao pattern.

Not only him, but also the hundreds of millions of monks in the Tianyuan world all have a great desire for the ancient Taoist patterns.

The runes in this world are the foundation of all kinds of arts. They are the basis for the existence of formation masters, weapon refiners, and alchemists. The runes act on foreign objects, giving them all kinds of incredible abilities, which can be used by monks.

However, ancient Taoist scriptures can not only affect external objects.

"It can even allow monks to draw talismans in the void, and use the talismans to attack and suppress opponents. It can also act on the monks themselves, allowing them to master various magical powers and infinite means!"

Thinking of this, Su Qing accidentally traced the fake wall Taoist talisman in the palm of his hand!

"I'm really stunned. Even if the True Dao pattern can affect the monk's body, I can't improve my proficiency even if I use it like this.

It's impossible no matter what, just treat myself as a puppet! "

The runes in the palm of your hand are warm and gentle with a hint of coolness.

He used the most basic talisman water, which only contained spiritual power and was not mixed with other materials.

But when he shook his head and became speechless, he suddenly felt a sharp pain like a burning iron covering his body in his palm.

[Failed to refine the Puppet Immortal, current proficiency: 300/32764532······]