Chapter 214: Refining the Puppet

Night, quietly came. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky seemed to be pressed down by layers of dense dark clouds, black and oppressive, as if the iron hooves of the enemy were pressing closely, frantically blowing the leaves and houses to a whining sound, lightning and thunder, and a terrible wind whining.

The Holy King still maintained that benevolent appearance, waved his hand, and suddenly the two hall masters dragged Zhao Haochen to the center.

There was a complex pattern under him, the old man with the white beard took the lead in standing on one side, the other three Dharma protectors also stood on one side separately, the eight hall masters were around the four people, occupying eight directions, and the other two hall masters were waiting on the side.

The white-bearded old man looked at the Holy King, indicating that the time was up, and after receiving a nod, the old man's expression instantly became serious, and he snorted coldly.

"Do it!"

The old man and the three Dharma protectors moved their palms frequently, their hands were sealed, and suddenly the light of five colors lit up from their hands, and after several people looked at each other, they also reflected the big seal formed into the magic circle, very skilled, I don't know how many times they have practiced.

The hall master who occupied the eight directions outside also moved, and the milky white light lit up from the bodies of the eight people, and a Tai Chi gossip diagram flashed out under Zhao Haochen's body.

The colorful brilliance continues to spread along the meridians of the gossip map, and after a while, the entire gossip map is full, and the two hall masters who are waiting for it will not know how many kinds of pills will be stuffed into it, and there are several large barrels of mercury, along the veins of the gossip map, shuttling back and forth with the help of the colorful light.

Zhao Haochen had some doubts in his heart, could it be that the Holy King really had to be the son of an old man just because the sword was the son of the old man, was it worth such effort?

What's more, the Sword Emperor is his enemy?

Could it be that this holy king is some kind of big-chested and brainless guy?

But the truth is obviously not, and the shrewdness of the Holy King will never leave a big trouble for himself.

The sword is wonderful and gorgeous, and the Holy King will definitely not leave such a huge threat to himself.

But looking at the face of the Holy King, that faint smile, it can't be faked, it is from the bottom of my heart that I hope that I will become better.

At this moment, Zhao Haochen was really puzzled.

After about a stick of incense, Zhao Haochen felt that his meridians contained a powerful medicinal power, and it was still pouring into his body, constantly nourishing and repairing his broken bone meridians.

"Ahh

Zhao Haochen's soul was groaning, and his face no longer became distorted because of the pain, and he was extremely comfortable.

The broken bones and wounds were completely repaired, and his physical condition was better than ever, and he even faintly felt that he was even stronger than before.

But at this moment-

The depths of his soul shook suddenly, a huge impact hit his soul fiercely, for a moment, he felt that his consciousness was a little blurred, hazy as if he saw a sharp cone, completely composed of soul power, constantly impacting his soul.

The huge sharp cone was extremely sharp, and it seemed that he would not give up without piercing his soul, and Zhao Haochen also realized this.

The soul is the core of a person, once the soul is traumatized, it will spend a life in a mess, or at worst, the soul will be completely annihilated, leaving only a shell for people to drive.

All of his souls were built into walls, and the point at the cone was constantly thickened, so that as long as it was not breached, his soul power would not be damaged.

"Still want to resist?"

A playful smile flashed on the white-bearded old man's face, as if he had seen something ridiculous.

In his opinion, the soul formation constructed by his twelve people was more than enough to deal with a martial cultivator.

Zhao Haochen kept resisting and persevering, and under such a huge oppression, his soul became a little weak.

"Interesting, interesting, it seems that this kid's soul power is still quite strong, and he will definitely be a dazzling genius in the future, but the old man likes to strangle geniuses the most!" The smile on the white-bearded old man's face was even stronger, and he couldn't help but increase his strength a little.

Zhao Haochen snorted, and his soul power was extremely weakened......

"They are refining puppets, and I have also seen this method, in the early stage, it is necessary to strengthen the body of the chosen person and repair all the wounds on his body, so that the puppets can be more powerful. ”

The sound of the sword rang out from the alien dimension.

"Puppet?" Zhao Haochen was shocked in his heart, it was the first time he had heard of such a domineering method, which forcibly eliminated the soul of a living person and refined it into a puppet.

Although he also knew it in various novels and TV dramas in the 21st century, he really felt terrible when he experienced this kind of thing.

"You can't resist!" Jian Zi didn't panic at all, his face was surprisingly calm, he looked at the anxious Zhao Haochen, and continued: "However, the only fly in the ointment of this method of refining a puppet is that it can only be cast once on the same person, otherwise the caster will suffer a huge backlash, and it will strengthen the puppet's soul." ”

Zhao Haochen gritted his teeth, the soul wall he built almost became transparent, as thin as a cicada's wings, and it would be pierced in the next moment.

"Live well, you must save my father!" these were Kenko's last words on his deathbed.

The next moment, Zhao Haochen only felt that his body was not under his control, and the sword walked out of the alien space and controlled this body.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Haochen was frightened, but the actions of the sword in front of him had clearly told him.

Jianzi's soul replaced Zhao Haochen's soul, there is no doubt that Jianzi's soul is much stronger than Zhao Haochen's soul, but once Jianzi does this, then ......

Even if there is still a remnant of the soul, it will not be able to escape the punishment of the Heavenly Dao, and it will be wiped out.

Jianzi turned around and smiled at him, leaving only one sentence faintly, and rushed forward without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The twelve people who cast the spell outside suddenly felt a sharp and abnormal sword aura, slashing towards their minds, and at this moment, they found an opportunity, and the soul of the sword was also broken through by the sharp cone, and the soul flew away in an instant.

"No-" Zhao Haochen's soul roared, looking at the place where the sword soul dissipated in disbelief, and at the same time, the huge sharp cone also disappeared.

Zhao Haochen looked at the cold alien space, unspeakably disappointed.

Jianzi's dying counterattack was not so easy to bear, the twelve people spat out a mouthful of blood in unison, the eight hall masters instantly became confused, and the white-bearded old man and the three protectors also seemed to be stimulated, and their expressions were in a trance.