At this time, the inverted gravitational field, a resource point, is in the private room of the Buddha.

Mo Qingtian sat behind the small round table, comfortably picked up the pointed green teapot, and didn't want to use any teacups, so he poured it directly into his mouth, the spiritual tea entered his throat, refreshing and comfortable, he couldn't help but sigh, this kind of life is really beautiful.

On the contrary, a half-kneeling person opposite him was in dire straits.

Qiao Guang's eyes are now unable to see, although he is obviously open, and he is still open, but no matter how he blinks, even if he chooses a well-lit place to look, he still can't see anything, and the dark place is a dark piece, and the bright place is only a white piece.

And from an outsider's point of view, now Qiao Guang no longer has the whites of his eyes, or the whites of his eyes have been dyed black by death, mixed with the black eyeballs, and they can't be distinguished if they don't look carefully.

His current feeling of pain is not very strong, instead of a sense of numbness and a tendency to accept fate, there is a voice in the depths of his mind that keeps echoing, telling him, forget it, instead of struggling so painfully, it is better to give up, it is good to be a corpse puppet, the things that need to be thought about are not so complicated, there is no worry, no pain, and there is no even thinking, isn't this what some people pursue all their lives?

Qiao Guang's eyes gradually became cloudy, and his previous brilliance gradually disappeared, as if he had really become a walking corpse, and after thinking about it, he lived like this, without desire, without the trouble of taking the initiative to choose, and follow a master well, and when the master wants to use you, he will play when he wants to use you, and after the fight, he will return to his back and guard silently, which is also good.

In this way, he lost his view of right and wrong, his view of honor and disgrace, and his ability to think.

But is this still human?

Qiao Guang suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, but the corpse puppet was not a human in the first place.

But he was suddenly shocked.

Isn't the corpse puppet a human being in the first place? It's just that it has been harmed by others and turned into a corpse puppet.

Many people live as if they were dead.

Many people are standing, but they keep kowtowing to the sky, letting the heavens know that I admit defeat.

Unconsciously, the heavenly works above the dantian began to rotate and began to tremble, imperceptibly trembling.

Ling'er, who was dozing off, didn't seem to be worried about this problem at all, she yawned big, stretched, opened her hazy sleepy eyes, and muttered to herself.

Is it finally about to begin?

......

Mo Qingtian looked at Qiao Guang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with a smile, as if admiring a rare work of art. Looking at Qiao Guang's futile behavior again and again, he felt very happy and joking, as he said before, what he liked to watch the most was the song of this helpless person.

He let out a few sighs from time to time, and the small green and transparent teapot in his hand was thrown by him casually, only to hear a crisp crash, and the teapot worth thousands of spirit stones was broken by him like this, and he didn't pity it at all, if Qiao Guang woke up and saw that he didn't know how to cherish money so much, he would definitely have to educate him well.

Mo Qingtian also seemed to notice a little change in Qiao Guang, and walked over to Qiao Guang with a frown, getting closer to observe carefully. Although he didn't believe that Qiao Guang had the ability to break through the dead qi that he had condensed with all his hard work, with his cautious nature, he would not allow any accidents to happen.

With his many years of experience, he felt that there must be something wrong with Qiao Guang's current state, but he couldn't say it. Mo Qingtian frowned like an ordinary little hairy child, but he was indeed a malnourished child, and no one would think in the direction of the ruthless killer demon king when they saw him. He pondered what had changed, his brain buzzed, and his face was a little solemn. He hadn't tried to refine a gold puppet on his own before, would a top-notch puppet like a golden puppet be different from a low-level copper puppet or a stronger silver puppet in some places, and undergo a qualitative change? He didn't know, because he felt a sense of agility in Qiao Guang's body that other puppets didn't have, just like a living person. Of course, Qiao Guang is a living person now, but after being contaminated by the death qi that he has been brewing for a long time, this phenomenon shouldn't appear again, right?

A long time ago, he was also shocked by a similar shock after refining the silver puppet for the first time, because the physical strength of the silver puppet was much stronger than that of the copper puppet, it was simply a qualitative leap, he couldn't imagine what the golden puppet would become, now think about it, maybe the golden puppet made a qualitative leap not only in the physical body, but also in the spiritual intelligence?

He was a little distressed, he hated less when the book was used, and he knew that he should have consulted those seniors who had made achievements in the field of corpse refining puppets.

Mo Qingtian was very puzzled, and looked at Qiao Guang cautiously, there was a fierce ideological struggle going on in his mind: there are two possibilities now, one is that the golden puppet has a spiritual charm that other low-level puppets do not have, and the other is that Qiao Guang has broken his dead qi and is gradually recovering.

In this regard, he prefers the first option, but his intuition tells him that he is the second.

And soon he will realize that his instincts are wrong.

It's not just that the intuition is wrong, but both ideas are wrong, and Qiao Guang is undergoing some unknown changes. Ling'er, on the other hand, acted as a half-pusher, seeing the corpse puppet, and took advantage of the situation.

Mo Qingtian's eyes flickered, but he was still ruthless, he made up his mind, bit the tip of his tongue, cut his teeth hard, and tore it twice, as if he was opening a bottle cap with his teeth.

He bit down on something and spat it out, a white, almost colorless, transparent hard film.

After this membrane fell off, the tip of Mo Qingtian's tongue slowly oozed blood. At the same time, his face continued to turn pale, and his whole person's expression continued to decline. His whole face was wrinkled in pain, and he had never shown such a painful and hideous expression when he had suffered countless thunderbolts in the stone cave, which showed that the pain he was suffering at this time was very unimaginable. Above the child-like figure was a face that was gradually wrinkled, in the shape of withered bark.

Finally, the blood dripped down.

A drop of golden blood floated in mid-air, and there was a trace of white gas around it, as if the mist was evaporating, and in the center of the golden blood, the most important thing was still missing.

Dead air.

There is only a wisp of dead air in it, but this wisp of dead air seems to have given birth to a spiritual spirit, not like other people floating casually, but consciously jumping around, like a dragonfly after a rainy day, moving like a rabbit.

After this drop of golden blood was squeezed out, Mo Qingtian seemed to have lost all his strength, and he sat directly on the ground without paying attention, gasping for breath, and his bark-like face gradually recovered, but it still seemed to wilt.

He looked at the drop of blood, his eyes showed a fanatical look, and his eyes when he looked at Qiao Guang became more and more fanatical, like a beggar who hadn't eaten for more than ten days saw a plate of delicious roast duck.

Undoubtedly, this is his blood.

This is a drop of essence blood that belongs to a Jindan stage monk. At the beginning, Wu Lingxin relied on such a seemingly insignificant drop of blood to force back the blackened Zhao Tianxiu, and became a twist and turn the tide of the battle.

Mo Qingtian looked at Qiao Guang, his eyes were furious, his face was hideous, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't believe it, I can't cure you like this!"

The golden puppet has the strength to carry the Yuan Infant Cultivator, as long as the golden puppet is refined, then all this price is worth it!

Mo Qingtian was already crazy.

Mo Qingtian raised his right hand high, and the golden blood droplets spun rapidly above the palm of his right hand, making a hissing sound similar to a spinning top, and the dead qi inside it suddenly became extremely active, jumping up and down, and even more happily after seeing Qiao Guang, the prey.

There was a thin "hiss", like a white paper being torn off, after Mo Qingtian's right hand was deliberately shocked, the essence blood was divided into several parts, the more it was divided, the finer and thinner, it was originally a small drop, but at this time it was divided into many thin strips, wisps.

He estimated that such a thin should be enough, so he put his palm upright, his palm was facing Qiao Guang, and pushed forward, and the wisps of essence blood turned into blood mist, and slipped into Qiao Guang's seven orifices.

For a moment, Qiao Guang snorted, and his eyes briefly turned orange, but quickly dimmed, and he turned into a blank look again.

After Ling'er saw that Mo Qingtian had used the essence blood of the Jindan monk, her face finally changed slightly. But if you look closely, it seems that Ling'er's expression is ...... Be chuffed to bits???

That's right, Ling'er was ecstatic, she was already so excited that she was about to jump. If she could, she really wanted to jump out and hold this malnourished little kid and nibble hard, he could guess and act on what was on her mind so perfectly.

Ling'er said excitedly: "Tiangong, if you don't come at this time, when will you wait!"

Tiangong received Ling'er's telepathy, and immediately spun rapidly! The speed of this rotation was faintly as fast as it was on the earth at the beginning, and the evil qi that erupted at this speed at the beginning pulled Qiao Guang from the Xuan Rank of the Qi Cultivation Period to the Foundation Building Period to flee for his life, and the evil qi that had nowhere to put made Qiao Guang almost explode and die. I didn't expect the old drama to be repeated this time?

Of course, Ling'er didn't want to force Qiao Guang to explode and die and then take it by himself, his body was gone, and he was a ghost, it can be seen that Qiao Guang slowly recovered after experiencing a few breaths of excessive pain, because the evil qi was no longer limited to his body, but was specifically aimed at a target.

That's right, it's the dead blood that came in from Qiao Guang's seven orifices.

After the death qi with wisdom finally got in, he was about to wreak havoc, but he didn't expect to be ambushed.

It looked around in alarm.

Why are they all ancestors?!

What can make it so frightened by the death qi of a Jindan stage monk must be the originator of all the filthy and evil qi in the world, and there is no doubt that the evil qi is evil.

The problem is big, and it's useless to panic.

The dead essence and blood that came in from all walks of life were surrounded by the evil qi, densely packed, as if they were holding hostages, and obediently "invited" this drop of essence blood to the Tiangong headquarters, which was the world of evil qi.

Ling'er smiled very happily when she saw this drop of such wonderful essence blood, and smiled: "Keep this drop of things first, it is a rare and important lifeline for Jindan monks, and what Jindan monks can get their hands on is it, and it will soon come in handy, even if it is to save their lives, they can save many times." Oh yes, I'll divide it out first, and I'll add some more material to this physical workout. ”

Physical Workout!

Ling'er called Qiao Guang's experience of being a corpse refining puppet a physical exercise!

Listening to Ling'er's instructions, he cut out Mo Qingtian's essence blood and threw it away, mixed with a small trace of dead air, and floated towards Ling'er. Ling'er smiled lightly, reached out and grabbed it, and slammed it down on the ground!

The essence blood broke away from the heavens and came to the top of Qiao Guang's dantian, pulsating slightly with the source of these thousands of meridians, infiltrating into Qiao Guang's meridians, turning into a wisp of aura.

Outside, Qiao Guang's body suddenly flashed with golden light.

Mo Qingtian was taken aback, thinking that his essence blood was too powerful to make something out of it, and he felt the "fragrance" of the rich dead air coming from inside it—it was indeed the case for him, and he felt relaxed.

Mo Qingtian said to himself: "The breath of death is so strong, there shouldn't be anything wrong, but what was the golden light just now? Could it be the energy redundancy of the essence blood? and then strengthen the physical body?" Thinking of this, he smiled, the more he thought about it, the happier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this drop of essence blood was worth using.

"Tempering the flesh body of a golden golem with the essence blood of a Jindan stage monk, who can compare to this kind of treatment?" Mo Qingtian laughed proudly.

Qiao Guang is now delirious, he can only roughly perceive the situation around him, but he doesn't understand what happened at all, he feels that there is a hot force flowing inside his body, rolling, transforming his body, although the external situation is not clear, but the situation inside his body can still be barely perceived, pieces of flesh and blood are broken up and rebuilt, and the pain when they are scattered tortures every nerve in him, making him gradually sober up, and the pleasure of reconstruction makes him flutter.

The flesh and blood of the newborn were reflected with a faint golden light, and for a while, they were like a saint bathing in the light.

And that erratic wisp of dead qi was tempering his muscles and bones, and together with the dead qi that Mo Qingtian first hit in, he even faintly became the head of the first dead qi, leading them to forge Qiao Guang's muscles and bones together.

This is how the corpse puppet's body, which is praised by the world, is forged. A corpse puppet has lost its hard body, just like a monk has lost the aura on which he depends, and has lost his soul. And now, this kind of flesh that should have belonged to the golden puppet has gradually appeared on Qiao Guang's body.

Mo Qingtian rubbed his hands expectantly next to Qiao Guang, watching Qiao Guang shine with golden light from time to time, he thought that the physical body tempering would soon be completed, and he was about to move on to the next step, which was to kill people and draw blood, so that Qiao Guang would completely become a dry corpse.

Qiao Guang's aura gradually stabilized, and his body could be called a golden bell, hard and atmospheric. Mo Qingtian smiled, stretched out his right hand and was about to hit Qiao Guang's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Qiao Guang suddenly opened his eyes.

Suddenly frowned.

Suddenly, there was a flash of gold.

"Boom!" a loud voice resounded through the sky.

Guarding not far away, he was frightened with a worried face, and hurriedly looked over.

That resource point, razed to the ground.