Mu Chen's hands are sealed, which is a combination of marionettes.

I saw that Mu Chen's seal was completed, and the stiff joints around him stretched out thin red lines that were difficult to see with the naked eye, connecting to Mu Chen's ten fingers.

With the rhythm of his fingertips, Mu Chen controlled the flying zombie towards the half-step spirit corpse, and tried several times before he succeeded in resisting it on his body.

Mu Chen's fingers hooked back, and Fei Fei replied.

Looking at the appearance of the half-step spirit corpse at this moment, Mu Chen pouted and said, "I know that although you have been sealed by the heavenly coffin, you can hear me." Do you think that you can escape after being marked by the heavenly coffin? Not to mention that you are a mere half-step spirit corpse, even the heavenly zombie in the ancient legend does not dare to be presumptuous when he sees the owner of the heavenly coffin! If you are against the sky, you will dare to fight against me, and from now on, your consciousness will be forever sealed in this body, and when I am in a good mood one day, I may throw you out and let you out!"

After speaking, Mu Chen didn't care what this half-step spirit corpse thought at the moment, even if he had an idea at the moment, Mu Chen couldn't feel it.

At this moment, among the Bifang tribes, the corpse of the old clan who had been sucked dry of the blood by the flying stiff suddenly moved, and they slowly stood up and looked at Mu Chen, a trace of greed flashed in their eyes.

In just a few moments, the corpses turned into corpse golems.

It's just that these corpse puppets are not the same as those encountered in the Fu tribe more than a month ago. The corpse puppets that were transformed into the martial artists of the Shadow Realm were not comparable to those ordinary corpse puppets, at least in terms of the strength of their physical bodies.

As long as the essence blood is enough, they can slowly evolve into the realm of flying zombies by sucking * blood!

It's just that a corpse puppet is just a corpse puppet after all, and for today's Mu Chen, it's not in his eyes.

But a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and then he smiled: "The second realm of marionette art has never had a chance to practice......

Mu Chen put his hands into seals, closed the lid of the heavenly coffin, and then carried it behind him again. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the flying stiff raised his hand and slapped towards the corpse puppet that the old man of the Bifang clan had turned into.

That's just the result......

Mu Chen covered his head and shook his head.

This palm is not only relying on the strength of the hand, but also needs the cooperation of the waist and legs, when this palm is slapped, the finger that Mu Chen controls the stiff arm is too strong, and the ring finger and little finger that control the waist and legs do not move a bit.

So, before the stiff raised his palm and hit the slowly approaching corpse puppet, he spun around in a circle, almost stumbling between his legs and falling to the ground.

But such a good opportunity to practice the second realm of marionette art could not be missed like this!

In the following time, Mu Chen's ten fingers were opened, and he used the marionette technique to control this flying zombie in this Bifang tribe, practicing the experience of fighting with various Bifang people who turned into corpses.

And the clansmen hidden in the shadow of the ruins of the tribe were found by the hungry corpse golems little by little as time passed, and the number of living people was decreasing little by little, and the number of corpse golems had reached a terrible value.

But these are not of concern to Mu Chen.

Three days had passed at this moment, and he was sitting on top of the tallest building in the Bifang clan, and the half-step spirit corpse behind him stood there quietly with a yellow talisman on its head.

At the man's stiff feet were filled with all kinds of food and water.

And at the foot of this building, thousands of corpse puppets were densely packed below, roaring and looking greedily at Mu Chen.

But Mu Chen's eyes were not on them. At this moment, hundreds of zhang away, Mu Chen was moving his fingertips, controlling the flying zombie and fighting with dozens of corpse puppets.

After practicing marionette art day and night for three days, Mu Chen was already able to fight dozens of corpse puppets without falling behind.

These days, a lot of living people in the ruins have been found out by Mu Chen, and he doesn't have the slightest good impression of these people.

For Mu Chen, these people were the clansmen who killed Hong Zhao's sister, and he didn't feel any guilt in his heart when he saw them being eaten by corpse puppets.

Southern Xinjiang is so cruel, but at this moment, Mu Chen has infinitely magnified these cruelties.

For so many years, among the swamps and dense forests of southern Xinjiang, how many tribes have been plotted when they were outside. If it weren't for the pressure of the three cities of heaven, earth and man, war would have broken out long ago.

The so-called seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang have only been inherited for a long time, most of them have a thousand-year heritage, and some of them have a heritage of hundreds of years.

In addition to the seventy-two tribes, there are many small tribes in this swamp forest, and the life and death of these small tribes are not taken care of at all, and where dozens of people have built a tribe shelter today, it may be wiped out by the larger tribes next month.

Mu Chen controlled Fei Zombie and finally killed the corpse puppets around him, and then he found a fish that seemed to have slipped through the net of the Bifang tribe in a messy corner.

Mu Chen hooked his fingers, and the flying stiff came to the corner of the place with a few jumps, and took away the things that were covering it, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl looked at the flying stiff and trembled in horror!

The corners of Mu Chen's mouth smiled slightly, and her fingertips moved slightly, and the girl's shoulders were firmly grasped by Fei Stiff. She covered her mouth desperately, trying not to scream.

Because from her observation in the past few days, the zombie in front of her does not eat people!

"Oh?" Mu Chen looked at the little girl and suddenly became a little interested.

In the past few days, Mu Chen has found a lot of fish that have slipped through the net, and they are all screaming when they are discovered. Before Mu Chen could control Fei Zhuang's move, he attracted a large number of corpse puppets, and in the end, they were either assimilated into corpse puppets by sucking essence blood, or they were eaten by those extremely hungry corpse puppets.

Mu Chen twitched the ring finger of his left hand and the thumb of his right hand, grabbed the girl and walked towards the group of corpse puppets.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly panicked, and seemed to feel the intention of flying stiff.

She looked at the tall Mu Chen, and suddenly shouted loudly like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw: "My lord, I am not from the Bifang tribe!

This shout, not only Mu Chen heard it, but also the group of corpse puppets!

They turned at the same time, their green eyes like wolves, and they crowded towards the little girl!

Mu Chen's eyebrows tightened, and he muttered to himself: "The ...... who was forcibly captured by the Bifang tribe"

"Ahh

Mu Chen's ten fingers moved together, the zombie turned to grasp, kicked away the nearest corpse puppet, and then went to the nearest roof, and in a few breaths, he came to Mu Chen's side.

"What you said is true?" Mu Chen looked at the little girl and asked in a cold voice.

The girl's face was covered with stains, and she couldn't see the appearance on her face clearly, but the pair of eyes made Mu Chen feel a sense of sadness in her heart.

His sister Hongzhao also has such a pair of talking eyes.