Zhang Yang turned around suddenly, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the golden vitality surrounded him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Standing in front of Zhang Yang was a middle-aged Confucian with a high crown on his head, dressed in a gray robe, with his hands casually inserted in his sleeves. The middle-aged man has a white face and no beard, a bit of handsomeness in the bridge of his tall nose, his eyes are like stars, and his deep eyes faintly reflect something called wisdom.

Facing Zhang Yang who turned around, this person smiled slightly, and then glanced at Zhang Yang's right hand seemingly unintentionally, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little more inexplicable.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Yang's whole person tightened, not daring to be careless at all, and took a step back before asking in a deep voice.

In fact, at this time, Zhang Yang's heart was flooded with turbulent waves. Before entering this hall just now, his spiritual power obviously didn't find the slightest figure, otherwise Zhang Yang would not have stepped into this place with confidence. And even when Zhang Yang shuttled between the many bookshelves, his spiritual power had been shrouded in the entire hall, and the person in front of him seemed to suddenly appear behind him, and then suddenly said such a sentence.

"Who am I?, little one, you came to my place and asked me who I am......

The middle-aged Confucian narrowed his eyes, smiled and said something that made Zhang Yang's scalp explode.

"Your place !! you...... You...... You ......" Zhang Yang's eyes widened, and his body retreated sharply, almost knocking down a bookshelf behind him.

"You are the master of this secret realm???"

The middle-aged Confucian was very satisfied with Zhang Yang's reaction, and nodded with a smile, "I am the only one here besides you little guys who just broke in, do you think I am the master here......

After verifying his hypothesis from the middle-aged man, Zhang Yang did not have the slightest surprise, but a burst of horror swept into his heart.

"Former ...... Predecessor...... The juniors have no intention of breaking in, but they just ...... Just ......"

Zhang Yang broke out in a cold sweat, and although he bowed his body, his spiritual power could still clearly see the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian staring at him.

"Hehe......"

Before Zhang Yang could figure out how to explain to the middle-aged Confucian why he had broken into his secret realm, a chuckle from the other side blew through Zhang Yang's anxious heart like a breeze, making Zhang Yang stabilize his mind a little.

"Little guy don't be nervous, although I am the master of this place, but it is a 'dead' master, since you can come here, it means that you have some fate with me in the dark, so you don't have to be so. ”

The words of the middle-aged Confucian made Zhang Yang stunned, and he cautiously quietly glanced up at the person in front of him,

"Senior...... You...... What do you mean by words......"

Zhang Yang didn't understand the meaning of the middle-aged Confucian at all, but Long Qingyun's voice with doubts came from his mind.

"Boy, this guy in front of you is not a real person, a puppet!! but his body is a little strange, although it is a puppet body, but the soul in the body is real, strange? really strange......"

"Puppet !!"

Zhang Yang's heart trembled, his eyes changed again and again, and he couldn't help but look the middle-aged Confucian up and down carefully.

The middle-aged Confucian felt the change in Zhang Yang's eyes, smiled, slowly paced to a bookshelf, and reached out to take down a tattered book.

"I guess Xiaoyou has already seen it......"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang swallowed hard, "The predecessor is really a puppet!! but...... However, there seems to be something wrong with the senior's body......"

After flipping through the book in his hand a few times, the middle-aged Confucian scholar was a little excited and put the book back in its place.

Turning around and looking at Zhang Yang, his eyes were deep, as if he could make people sink into it.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"This ......" Zhang Yang scratched his head a little embarrassed, it was inappropriate to say that Long Qingyun guessed, he didn't even see that the person standing in front of him was a puppet, where could he see the inappropriateness of this body.

But Zhang Yang trespassed into the other party's secret realm, and it was not good not to answer, so he had to say a few nonsense words.

"This ...... The strength of the juniors is low, and they only faintly feel a trace of abnormality, but when the seniors ask, it is difficult to say the reason. ”

"Haha......"

The middle-aged Confucian raised his head and laughed a few times, then looked at his open eyes, and said, "The little guy has good eyesight, yes, I am a puppet body, but it is the real human soul that dominates this body." Back then, I was approaching the limit, but there were too many things that I couldn't let go, so I collected a lot of heavenly treasures, refined the current body, and then escaped the soul from the original body, and used secret techniques to break into the puppet, which greatly delayed the dissipation of the soul, and barely survived in the world for some time. ”

"As for what you feel is wrong, I have refined ninety-nine puppets like this, scattered on every floor of this tower. In the same way, I have divided my soul into ninety-nine parts, and what you see now is only one ninety-nine, so naturally I can't hide it from a person with a sharp eye like you. ”

"Soul Splitting !!"

Zhang Yang secretly smacked his tongue after hearing this, the owner of this secret realm was also ruthless to himself. Often, when the limit of martial arts cultivators is approaching, they will find an isolated or secluded place, quietly waiting for death to come and their souls to dissipate.

Of course, there are also some cultivators who practice evil magical secret techniques such as borrowing rebirth, in order to covet the prosperity of time, they will also choose to give up a young body and become a special existence when they are dying.

But Zhang Yang had never heard of a martial artist actually dividing his soul into ninety-nine parts, and then used it as a puppet spirit.

You must know that martial arts cultivators will keep their souls intact when they die, in the hope that they will have the opportunity to reincarnate and rebuild. If the soul of a martial artist is incomplete when he dies, his resistance to the laws of heaven and earth and the power of time and space will be weakened a lot, and it is very likely that his soul will be scattered and disappear in the long river of history.

It seems that the owner of this secret realm really has too many things that he can't let go of when he dies, otherwise he wouldn't choose to embark on such a road of no return.

"The actions of the seniors, the younger generations admire !!" Zhang Yang bowed deeply!

Since becoming a martial artist for so long, Zhang Yang has also understood a truth, those who are ruthless to themselves are the ones who are truly worthy of admiration. This kind of person will either become a genius through the ages and leave a name for future generations, or he will be an evil one and become a demon lord.

"Haha...... Although you admire me, you are scolding me for being a crazy person in your heart. Haha......"

Zhang Yang touched his nose and looked embarrassed.

The middle-aged Confucian man waved his hand and looked into the distance, as if talking to himself.

"When you understand how I was feeling at the time, you'll understand why I did it!"