Ancestor, the manipulation of the soul is outrageous. In other words, how powerful necromancy should such a powerful psychic control person have?

And Fenghua is more and more sure that what is in her wrist at this time is just a wisp of soul power.

The true ancestor himself is definitely not dead.

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

“……”

Although I don't know why I can't move, Yinshan Xiaojiu really doesn't move.

Pulling a wisp of spiritual power, Fenghua carefully sensed the faint wisp of dragon soul. Slowly inject the power of the blank soul into the faint dragon soul that will soon be extinguished.

The whole process is incredibly long.

It was so long that Silver Flash held his breath and fell silent.

Looking at Fenghua closed his eyes very seriously, there were big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Silver Flash Xiao Jiu's thoughts all mentioned his throat.

This way of preserving the dead is absolutely rebellious. If you are not careful, even the elegance will be affected.

Breathing was reduced to the weakest, and Silver Flash looked at Fenghua without blinking.

Even if the body is completely numb to the point of soreness, he does not dare to move at all.

Time passed minute by minute.

The power of the dragon soul was too weak, Fenghua didn't even expect it, just repairing the dragon soul for it, unexpectedly, it took so long.

Two and a half days.

Fenghua can only inject the power of the blank soul into the dragon soul of the five-clawed little golden dragon.

But the dragon soul of this little golden dragon is really strong, and after absorbing it all, it is not even a little stronger.

Almost, though.

Unable to talk to Xiao Jiu Yinshan, who was anxiously waiting, Fenghua grabbed all his attention, and while looking at the fluctuation of the dragon soul here, he scattered out a trace of spiritual power and landed on the body of the five-clawed little golden dragon.

The half moon on the forehead is slightly hot.

Fenghua was extremely cautious in his cautiousness, and moved a magic circle out of the half-moon, and then little by little, it fell on the head of the little golden dragon.

"Hoo ......"

Feeling that his body was soaked with nervous sweat, the blue heart fire in Fenghua's body instantly heated up and steamed dry.

An hour passed, and Fenghua finally succeeded in depicting the magic circle.

Airplanes! ~

The mysterious formation was formed, and the corpse of the five-clawed little golden dragon became the fifth puppet in Fenghua's hands.

She can't make a puppet, but she has the original dragon soul of this body.

Injected that wisp of dragon soul into this body.

The corpse, which was originally cold, suddenly opened its red golden eyes.

There was no sound on the body, but it was able to move.

"You...... It's you...... You really! Looking at the five-clawed little nine dragons who opened their eyes, Yinshan's voice trembled a little.

Although the little golden dragon has no temperature and no heartbeat, it has a body.

And this body is what it is.

It's as if it did hatch.

"It's me." The little golden dragon's dragon soul was a little uncomfortable with the contact with his body just now, and he wanted to glance at this little Jiuyin with an ugly expression in disgust.

But the muscles were uncontrollable, revealing a grinning posture.

I've been controlling the egg for a long time, but I don't know how to use this body.

The red golden eyes were full of solemnity, and the little golden dragon looked at the empty area faintly.