Chapter Seventy-Nine: Phantom Heart Beads
"On the head," Luo Sheng reminded him aloud.
Xiao San showed an expression of sudden realization, and then walked to the head of the ghost lord and turned over and over, if the ghost lord knew, he would probably have to be angry with him! .
Before his death, he was so angry with Xiao San that he exploded, and he had to be harassed by him after his death.
Ghost Lord: Hehe! Desolate!.
Xiao San took a lot of effort to find a thumb-sized glass bead from the withered grass on the back of the ghost lord's head, he wiped the glass bead on his tattered clothes, and then handed it to Luo Sheng with a sincere face.
The two of them looked confused, your clothes are even dirtier!.
However, despite his disgust, Luo Sheng still carefully took the glass beads, as if this was a rare treasure that would be shattered by a little gravity.
Chen Xuan looked at Xiao San from the side, and saw that he completely obeyed Luo Sheng's orders, without the slightest sense of resistance, and asked, "You can completely control him"
Luo Sheng nodded, but his eyes were staring at the white transparent glass beads, and he said: "The process is very complicated, very magical, and very anti-human!" ”
Chen Xuan listened to her inexplicable words, and rarely showed a puzzled look, was this kid also affected by this puppet? ? The second disease is attacked?.
"But this bead is a treasure," Luo Sheng's eyes sparkled.
"This bead, called the Phantom Heart Bead, is made of a third-order mirage condensation bead, a special space fragment, which is refined by the Ghost Lord through his ability puppet creation technique, which can not only strengthen mental power to control a large number of blood corpses, but also have the ability to store things, and at the same time store the illusion in this bead, and release it when necessary, which can change the similar spatial structure of a place," Luo Sheng recalled the introduction in Xiao San's memory.
Chen Xuan's expression was unmoved, he was still overly calm, even so, so what?
This phantom heart is completely beyond human imagination, anti-human, anti-science! , When Luo Sheng saw it in Xiao San's memory, he couldn't believe that this was true, this world is a fantasy! .
At this time, he got his hand, because no one controlled it when the ghost lord died, so Luo Sheng's spiritual power easily detected the phantom heart, and the spiritual power was like an eye extending outward, clearly transmitting everything in the phantom heart to Luo Sheng.
Luo Sheng closed his eyes, and in his mind were small red dots transmitted by spiritual power, these small red dots gathered together and were moving rapidly, but at this time, a small number of red dots were disappearing, Luo Sheng realized in his heart, and controlled his mental power to give the order to stop.
These small red dots are the blood corpses released by the ghost lord before, a simple puppet, the ghost lord will drain the blood of the captured people, and the corpse can be formed by injecting a small amount of blood energy.
A large number of blood corpses gathered together can also form a blood energy tide with the ghost lord, just like the ancient feng shui treasure land for raising corpses, nourishing corpses, corpses will not rot naturally, and after a long time, they will become invulnerable and powerful monsters.
The ghost lord can not only use the blood energy tide to heal his wounds, but the blood corpse will also use each other's blood energy to interact more powerfully, but it can be said to be a profitable method.
It's just that if you want to form a blood energy tide, you need a large number of blood corpses, and the ghost lord also has a treasure like the Phantom Heart Bead to control the countless blood corpses and besiege a few people. Otherwise, with his seriously injured body, he usually can't control countless blood corpses, but this phantom heart bead is a treasure.
Luo Sheng held the beads in his palm, injected spiritual power into them, and scolded: "Collect"
As Luo Sheng finished speaking, this endless corridor, with white walls, red carpets, and dim lights, seemed to be fogged up, and it looked hazy from a distance, unreal, unreal, like an illusory dream.