Whether it was the Saint of the "Dark Temple" back then or the current Master of the Time Temple, they were all people with profound strength and strong personalities.
Sharing a body with other souls, and still being able to live in peace with each other, is indispensable to the character of the female writer Feng Qingyu.
She is a kind, gentle girl who loves fantasy and dislikes conflicts. Her only hobby is to write stories about the weird ideas in her mind and share them with the world.
This kind of non-competition and non-competition character also puts her at an absolute disadvantage when it comes to occupying the time of this body.
Out of the 365 days a year, Feng Qingyu's body is used by the Saint of the "Dark Temple" for at least 300 days, and the female writer's appearance time is often only a fraction.
Since the death of the saint, the female writer has only appeared for a few days, and in the extremely private process of "men and women communication", she obediently gave up the sovereignty of her body to Shiyu.
This shows how Buddhist and indisputable Feng Qingyu is when it comes to controlling the body.
However, at this moment, Shiyu clearly felt that another soul in his body was frantically agitating, trying desperately to squeeze out of himself and regain his body.
The writer girl's thoughts were more intense than ever before, and her mood was extremely angry. It seemed that she had been greatly stimulated, and it even made the Lord of Time Palace feel a little overwhelmed.
Under the impact of waves of souls, Shiyu's consciousness gradually blurred, his eyelids kept fighting, and a strong feeling of exhaustion couldn't help but surge into his heart.
I see!
He actually used an illusion on that girl!
What a night in Jiangnan!
After all, he still got his way...
After holding on forcibly for a long time, Shiyu was still unable to resist the soul power of the original owner of this body. He slowly closed his beautiful eyes and fell into a coma.
Before she fell asleep, the corner of her eye glanced at Ye Jiangnan, and she clearly saw a hint of pride in those shining golden pupils.
"I know you can't forget me."
Looking at Shi Yu's slender body falling slowly, Ye Jiangnan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of teasing and a hint of viciousness in his voice, "Don't worry, I will love you well."
Even Shi Yu, who was the only one who could resist this "Reincarnation Dream Code", fell under the impact of Feng Qingyu's soul. In the valley, there was no conscious person on the coalition side.
Even the raptors that followed Gan Muyun all had dull eyes and absentmindedness. Even their wings stopped moving and fell from the sky one after another.
The entire Stranger Valley was filled with deathly silence.
Ye Jiangnan was hanging quietly in the sky, her long silver-white hair blowing in the wind, the six colors on her body becoming more and more dazzling, and her golden eyes shining brightly.
He is a demon.
But at this moment, he was more like a god.
An extremely powerful and noble god.
A god who can decide the fate of all living beings in the world with a flip of a finger.
A six-rayed disc floating in the sky with its head above the ground, the Merciless Lord of Death sat cross-legged, two golden tears rolled down his face, and there was a hint of compassion on his face, as if he was crying for the lives of the world, and for the world. Crying in pain.
In the valley below, the most powerful cultivators in the world gathered here, each with their heads raised, looking up at the aloof white-haired god like fanatical believers.
The only difference between them and the believers is that everyone's eyes are empty and dull, as if there is no soul in the body.
At this moment, figures suddenly jumped out from the mountains behind, leaping into the sky one after another, and then hung respectfully behind Ye Jiangnan.
The number of these people was actually thirty, and the hair of each of them was actually silver-white.
"Puppet Master, why did you come out?"
Ye Jiangnan turned a blind eye to these white-haired people, and instead asked softly downwards.
"I sensed that someone was attacking the valley, and my subordinates specially brought these freshly baked treasures to support them."
The figure of the puppet master slowly appeared in the valley, with a strange smile on his ugly face. The soul staff bell in his hand swayed and jingled, "Now it seems that it is unnecessary."
"Lingyin Cave can isolate your spiritual consciousness from prying eyes, so you shouldn't be able to sense the movement outside." Ye Jiangnan replied casually.
"this……"
The puppet master was stunned when he heard this. A hint of panic flashed through his curious eyes, and he hesitated, "When I was studying the puppets, I encountered some problems that were difficult to solve, so I came out of the cave to relax. Looking for inspiration, this, this just happened..."
"Oh? What kind of problem can even stump you?" Ye Jiangnan was surprised and couldn't help but ask.
"Sir, although these treasures of the Silver Clan have acquired Lao Jun's physique and can exchange lives with others, they are still only as good as your father." The puppet master continued, "Do you think they can kill a strong saint?"
"Is this the problem that's bothering you?" Ye Jiangnan's expression was very strange, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with the puppet master's brain circuit. "It is naturally impossible for an ordinary spiritual master to kill a saint, but if we can fight in close combat by chance, it may not be hopeless. Wouldn't Old Ling Xiao die in the hands of the old gentleman?"
"But the physiques of the babies are just imitations after all." The puppet master seemed not satisfied yet, and said reluctantly, "The effect cannot be compared with the real Laojun after all..."
"One person's lifespan is not enough, wouldn't it be enough to have a few more?"
Ye Jiangnan didn't expect that the puppet master would repeatedly struggle with these boring questions, and said impatiently, "By the way, how are Yin Ning'er and the pregnant woman doing now?"
"As long as there are enough babies, can a saint like you kill them easily?"
Unexpectedly, the puppet master suddenly raised his head, stared into his golden pupils, grinned, and answered the question, "I understand, sir. Thank you, Master Beidou, for clarifying my confusion."
Looking at the puppet master's weird smile, Ye Jiangnan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly came over him.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his arms tighten and he was held firmly by someone.
Turning around, what caught his eye was a delicate and dull face, as well as a bunch of brilliant silver-white bangs in front of his forehead.
It turned out that the two white-haired puppets standing behind him suddenly took action and grabbed his left and right arms respectively.
"you……"
There was a look of surprise on Ye Jiangnan's face. It was obvious that he had never expected that a white-haired puppet with no self-awareness would actually attack him.
Just as he was dazed, more and more white-haired puppets had suddenly arrived. They all stretched out their palms and mercilessly grabbed the white-haired old demon.
And when the two puppets who attacked first erupted with extremely bright white light, it stung him so much that he could hardly open his eyes.
"My subordinate is a person who loves practice. Whether Master Beidou is right or not, it's time to test it on your body to know the authenticity." The puppet master sneered and said slowly.
"How brave!"
Ye Jiangnan, who was bathed in the bright light, was filled with shock and anger. He suddenly raised his arms, and his body shone with bright red light, and the two puppets on the left and right were violently thrown away.
However, the third, fourth, and fifth palms pressed on his chest, back, limbs, and even his forehead one after another.
In just a short breath, he could clearly feel that something very precious was quietly passing away and leaving him.
Shouyuan!
The white-haired spiritual masters who had been pretending to be around him before turned out to have abilities similar to Laojun's. They could burn themselves to exchange longevity with their enemies.
Even though every white-haired puppet's copycat physique is lacking, the combined abilities of more than thirty people are far more powerful than the original version of Laojun. Under simultaneous urging, Ye Jiangnan's terrifying strength , there was nothing we could do for a while.
When he realized that something was wrong, he tried to use the power of heaven to escape, but he was already exhausted and depressed, and he couldn't even use the simplest spiritual skills.
This feeling of exhaustion is completely different from physical exertion.
This is a kind of weakness and powerlessness that comes from the depths of the soul.
As his longevity passed quickly, wrinkles appeared on Ye Jiangnan's face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, he turned from a handsome young man to an old and frail old man who seemed to be heading home at any time!
"Why……"
The bright light gradually dissipated, and the wrinkled Ye Jiangnan gritted his teeth, his eyes full of disbelief, and used his last bit of strength to spit out three words intermittently.
Then, before the puppet master could answer, his body was no longer able to support him, and he fell hard in a free fall, falling heavily to the ground with a "bang".
I am afraid that no one would have thought that Ye Jiangnan, who was able to fight back to the extreme under the siege of so many saints and strong men, would actually die in the hands of his own puppet spirit master.
The tricks used by these puppets are still from the master Laojun of the Stranger Valley.
Things in the world are often so wonderful.
Until the moment of his death, his golden eyes were still bulging fiercely, and his face was full of unwillingness, obviously unwilling to die in peace.
No matter how strong he is, he will eventually be defeated by time, and so is Ye Jiangnan, as is the great sage of reincarnation in ancient times.
"You did a great job!"
Not long after Ye Jiangnan's death, a voice as sweet as water and as melodious as song suddenly appeared in the valley.
Immediately afterwards, three graceful and exquisite figures appeared out of thin air beside the puppet master.
