Puppeteer, refining dead corpses and controlling living bodies.

According to the different genres, there are two types of puppets and living puppets: most of the puppets are made of steel and iron, which can be simply understood as "intelligent robots" created by cultivators by means of cultivation, most of these puppets are used for close containment, and there are also more skilled puppeteers who can make the puppets have the ability to cast spells, and this kind of puppets are also called "spirit puppets", which belong to the advanced type of puppets.

Living puppets, which belong to the taboo of cultivation, need to be refined in the flesh of a living person, and after refining, the puppet itself has zero memory, retains part of its cultivation, and has the basic characteristics of life, but has no self-awareness, and will only act in full accordance with the puppeteer's orders.

The puppeteer can use elixirs to improve the cultivation realm of the living puppet, but he cannot let the living puppet practice spells, so he can only perform the spells that he learned during his lifetime and still retain after being refined into a puppet.

The method of soul casting and refining belongs to the genre of living puppets, and even on the basis of this genre, it has gone one step further to develop "living puppets that can think for themselves", and successfully created an advanced new type of living puppets.

The new kind of puppet is no different from ordinary people, with the ability to think, learn, remember, etc., but even so, the new kind still cannot escape the essence of the puppet, so it cannot be called a "human", so it is named "alien".

Inhuman puppets are the lifelong dream of every puppeteer, and although the cultivator clearly regards the living puppet as a taboo, he secretly attaches great importance to the inhuman puppet, and can be refined into an Inhuman puppet, and the cultivation talent is at least a "secondary spirit" (the initial spiritual power is eight), and once he becomes the master of the Inhuman puppet, the Inhuman will not betray it for the rest of his life, and the value of this kind of help is even better than that of the heavenly weapon!

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The biggest difference between the Inhuman puppet and other puppets is that there are lives other than the soul, and therefore, Zhao Feng is sure that the "slave" in front of him is indeed the Inhuman puppet!

Nowadays, the "slaves" only understand some basic perceptions and emotions, such as:

At the beginning, when Zhao Feng asked, "How long have you been here?", you will be shaken and panicked by the memory of the loneliness you felt trapped in this place in the past, and then you will unconsciously produce subtle movements of trembling shoulders.

There is also a curiosity about the unknown, so when she doesn't feel movement, she has a strong desire to explore Zhao Feng, a "newcomer", and on the premise of not violating her duties as a puppet, she will secretly look up to check.

Even now, he didn't feel any different from the other seventy-one people at the scene.

Zhao Feng looked at the confused, cold-faced, and arrogant "slave" in front of him, thought for a long time, and finally asked, "Do you want to continue to stay here?"

"The slave" showed a thoughtful expression, and then kowtowed again, and responded in a plain and indifferent tone: "The slave is willing to follow the emperor's side." ”

"I am not the emperor in your mouth, and I don't need your follower, if you want to leave this place, I can help you, if you don't want to leave, I won't force it, you think about it yourself first, I'll come back later." Zhao Feng shook his head, and then set off to walk deeper into the Imperial Mausoleum......

"Yu Nu" raised his head and looked at Zhao Feng's departing back, and the confusion in his eyes was even worse......

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The back door of the harem and the Pavilion of the Prisoner King.

After the destruction of the nine kingdoms, the corpses of the nine kings were placed on the top floor of the Prison King Pavilion, exposed to the blue sky and white sun, and allowed them to be trampled by birds, eaten by wind and rain, and exposed to the scorching sun, so that they could not be at peace after their death.

The king, the dead.

The resentment does not dissipate, and it is stationed in the Prison King Pavilion, and the corpse is stained by resentment, and after years of growth, it is finally alienated.

Zhao Feng looked up at the Prison King Pavilion, the cylindrical attic design, counting the open-air top pavilion, a total of nine floors, each floor is three meters, covering an area of nearly two hundred square meters, each floor has nine windows, and near the window, there is a king.

"What a heavy corpse gas...... Zhao Feng smelled a disgusting extreme rancid stench, like rotting flesh and blood stirred into a liquid state, and the liquid vaporized and filled the air.

Zhao Feng immediately took out a pair of gas masks from the infinite sky and put them on, isolated the stench, and was able to breathe.

Boom Boom Bell Bell ......

The sound of chains shaking and dragging came from the Prison King's Pavilion, and Zhao Feng followed the sound, but before he could see the source of the sound, he heard a low and rough breathing sound.

"Whoa...... Phew...... Whew......"

The sound was like that of a dying man in a dry well, struggling to continue his breath when he was dying.

Zhao Feng followed the sound, and saw a dried corpse in the third window on the right hand side of the main entrance of the Prison King Pavilion, the head of the dried corpse leaned sideways against the window, face down, its right hand passed through the iron fence, hanging weakly outside, the skin had dried up and clinged to the hand bones, and glowed black, like charcoal.

"The sound of breath came from the corpse, is he still alive?" Zhao Feng was still three meters away from the window, in order to explore the truth, he took two steps, and suddenly-

Click!

The head of the dry corpse was raised suddenly, and two bloody lights appeared in the empty eye hole, as if looking at Zhao Feng.

Buzz ——! ding!

Chuangtian suddenly let out a trembling roar, and then, the dry corpse's upward-closed jaw sank suddenly, and spit out a cloud of black mist from his mouth, spraying directly on Zhao Feng's face, the gas mask could not be stopped, and the black mist all drilled into Zhao Feng's eyebrows!

"Oh no! it's the power of the curse!"

Zhao Feng's face changed in shock, and he immediately retreated more than ten meters, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated......

The resentment of the dead can be seen as the death form of consciousness.

When the resentment accumulates to a certain extent, it will be born under the impetus of the obsession, constituting a curse!

The power of the curse will not cause any external injuries to the living body, but it will affect the consciousness of the living body, and the consciousness will be confused and unclear, and the spirit will collapse and die!

In the dry corpse, there is a resentment that has accumulated for many years, accompanied by the obsession of "wanting to avenge the country and the family", constantly strengthening the power of the curse.

When the dry corpse sensed the approaching of the living, it sensed the existence of sixty-three golden swords from the living, and immediately triggered the curse.

This is the price of holding the creation of the sky!

In fact, the power of the curse has very little impact on the consciousness of cultivators, let alone a big consciousness like Zhao Feng?

But once the curse takes root, it will be derived into consciousness obstacles similar to inner demons, and once the cultivator is in the state of breaking through the great realm, these "obstacles" will often pour out at a key pass, and then force the cultivator into a dead state!

"The curse must not remain!"

Zhao Feng mobilized his consciousness wholeheartedly to track the power of the curse that entered the body, and he could clearly sense: the black mist at the center of his eyebrows was compressing, and gradually condensed into a black spot the size of a bean......

Just as Zhao Feng was meditating, the corpses of the eighty-one deceased in the Prison King Pavilion "woke up" one after another, and a corpse king riot was brewing......