Mu Nan never mentioned the word "death", but he just wanted to let Huan Qianmian lower his guard.
Huan Qianmian didn't know why, so Jie Jie smiled.
"No, what you see is my true body. What is 996?"
Mu Nan was indignant: "It's an endless battle and inhumane exploitation!"
Huan Qianmian thought he was talking about puppets and teased: "It's quite miserable!"
"And the worst one is Zero Zero Seven!"
"Worse than 996?"
"It's absolutely tragic!"
Huan Qianmian clicked his tongue twice: "Who is so unreasonable?"
"The evil involution!"
"How many volumes?"
"As curled as your puppet!"
"That's really exciting!"
Huan Qianmian subconsciously chatted a few words and advised: "Stop struggling and become a puppet as soon as possible."
Mu Nan nodded sincerely: "It's not a bad way to escape the world!"
"Have you figured it out? If you become my puppet, I will never let you go to 996, let alone 007! Hurry up and join!"
Mu Nan was not ready to "lie down" yet, so he turned to ask: "Is this puppet made by the person you harmed?"
"Yes and no!"
Huan Qianmian moved his body and continued:
"I just reshape their bones and muscles, free their souls and bodies from the sea of suffering, and abandon the shackles of their skins. You see, how good they live in the Jiaodian Opera Paradise. Even I envy their life without fighting against the world."
From his words, Mu Nan analyzed the origin of the child's skeleton.
But it's not easy for him to point it out face to face.
"Then why don't you make yourself a puppet?"
"Because I want more people to experience the joy of being a puppet!"
"You cramped them and stripped them to their bones, and you still want them to be happy? Absolutely evil capitalism!"
"Reshape your bones!"
Huan Qianmian didn't seem to like the word cramping and bone peeling, and emphasized it in an unhappy tone.
"that……"
The doubts in my mind have been resolved, and there is nothing I want to ask.
Mu Nan also knew that a good communication opportunity was passing quietly.
However, he still thought of a lame topic: "What is your name?"
Huan Qianmian smiled.
"Your question is really worthless! Don't play tricks to delay time in front of my eyes. I am the master of acting! By the way, let me tell you, there will be no rescue!"
Mu Nan was a little embarrassed to be exposed to his face, but he didn't realize what it meant that there would be no rescue.
"Mu Nan, thank you Mr. Qianmian for giving me a chance to breathe."
“I’m not giving it to you for free, so you can ask for it, but it’s just out of gratitude!”
Huan Qianmian shook his long legs, and dozens of puppets landed on the ground: "I have been walking in the world for hundreds of years, and I have been careful and have never been seen through by anyone. Today, you pointed out the shortcomings in my illusion skills, and I learned a lesson!"
When Mu Nan heard this, Huan Qianmian actually had a grateful heart. How could he not thank his fate?
Seize the opportunity immediately and climb up the pole.
"Are you going to let us go just like that? We are not in conflict with each other."
Huan Qianmian shook his head: "Now that you know my secret, if I keep you alive, wouldn't you be digging your own grave?"
"I've always kept my mouth shut! I promise I won't tell anyone, and I can even swear from my heart!"
Dao Xin swore that theoretically he had no contract ability.
But those who practice truth believe it to be the truth.
Just because the Dao mind is unstable, you will fall into the devil's path if you are not careful.
If you swear an oath against your Taoist heart, it is equivalent to having a sharp knife on your neck at all times.
Huan Qianmian did not relent because he wanted to swear by Taoist heart, and said: "I think the dead without souls are the most reassuring!"
What he said made perfect sense.
But it’s not invulnerable!
Mu Nan seemed to have caught that beam of light:
"Four members of the Jiuyi Sect have escaped. Isn't your secret known to everyone? One more is not more than the other is less! Maybe, I can help you silence them all!"
"hey-hey!"
Huan Qianmian Jiejie smiled:
"Do you think they really escaped? Instead of sinking endlessly in the illusion? How could I let such unloyal people stay in the world for so long?"
Mu Nan was startled.
No wonder Huan Qianmian said there would be no rescue.
It turns out that the four people from the Jiuyi Gate did not escape at all!
Fearing that this disaster was inevitable, he once again set his sights on Tu Cheng.
A man who was afraid of death and handed over the Purple Gold Bowl of Buddha's Light to Wen Yuanzheng in an awe-inspiring manner was a bit unreasonable no matter how you looked at it.
Besides, Tucheng is the reincarnation of Buddha, so he should always have some backup plans.
"Tucheng, do you have any backup plans left? If you keep hiding it, I'm afraid we'll all be responsible for it today."
The four people from the Jiuyi Sect must be in the illusion at this moment, secretly rejoicing.
Wen Yuanzheng was concentrating on forming elixirs, even if Zijinbo could keep him from breaking through.
But by the time he comes out of seclusion, he is afraid that the two of them will have become puppets of Huan Qianmen, hanging on a long leg.
If Zijinbo fails, Wen Yuanzheng will not be spared.
Now, only Mu Nan and Tucheng were left to take advantage of the opportunity to breathe and recover some spiritual power.
There is still a fight left.
But how long can it last in the face of a puppet that can be infinitely resurrected?
Are you looking for another topic to chat about?
Tu Cheng turned his back to him and asked, "Is the Tianlong on my back red?"
Mu Nan knew that he had guessed correctly, and indeed he had a back-up plan!
He said excitedly: "It's red, fiery red! It's even blue!"
I don’t know why, Tu Cheng looked extremely calm, and just said lightly:
"In my previous life, I left a projection hidden in the Tianlong tattoo on my back. It can hold the Phantom Thousand Faces for ten breaths. Are you sure I can kill it?"
"Why didn't you come up with this method earlier?"
Mu Nan was a little confused.
Why not just use this kind of technique when there are many people, so as not to put yourself in danger and be more confident in killing Huan Qianmian.
The totem pursed its lips and said helplessly: "I made a great wish to kill thieves. If the tattoo is not red, it means that the murderous energy is not enough, and there is no way to use it to unleash the Buddha's Wrath on the World!"
"What a treacherous little thief, but he has a back-up plan."
Huan Qianmian heard all the conversation between the two.
At first, he did not interrupt the two of them, but he felt that they could not pose a threat to him.
Even after hearing the young monk say that he could stay there for ten breaths, he was just pretending to be angry.
So what if we settle down?
The one named Mu Nan was only in the foundation-building stage, and his most powerful technique was the disc behind him.
Ten breaths?
Even a hundred breaths are useless.
The realm is too different!
"Welcome to the Drama Paradise!"
Huan Qianmian screamed strangely, and all its legs shook at the same time.
The puppets and dumplings all fell to the ground and rushed towards the two of them in no particular order.
Such a formation could annihilate the two of them in an instant.
Seeing this, Tu Cheng asked eagerly: "Do you have any reservations?"
"Stay calm first and then talk! Northern Xuanwu, protect my body, cultivate catastrophes, and be invulnerable to all methods. Xuanwu Shield!"
Mu Nan didn't have time to use Canghai Ruluo, which took a long time to prepare, so he picked up the sky ruler and rushed directly towards the tide of puppets.
The measuring ruler is strong and the basalt shield is magical.
However, there are too many puppets.
In less than two breaths, he was engulfed by the "tide".
The crackling sound showed that it was still holding on inside.
I am afraid that even after a while, the Xuanwu Shield will not be able to withstand the rain of hammer blows.
Tu Cheng realized that it was not too late, and if he continued to delay, he would be reincarnated again.
He hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands and said:
"Hmph, you are a small-time person, but you dare to do the same thing! The mighty heavenly dragon, the blood dragon comes to the world! Prajna Parmakong!"
As soon as the word "empty" fell, the blood dragon soared into the air from his shoulders.
He transformed into a hundred-foot-tall Killing Buddha, sitting upright on the clouds.
There is no kindness, only angry eyes!
In an instant, Huan Qianmian and his puppet were suppressed by this aura, unable to move at all.
It was as if the whole world had stopped.
You can see the breath of wind, the starlight of aura, and even the traces of condensed thoughts.
"Ten breaths!"
Tu Cheng roared.
Only ten breaths.
Time waits not for us!
Mu Nan felt the change in the space, and the jade futon on his feet broke out of the sea of blood from the corpse mountain and flew straight up into the sky.
Directly to the face of Huan Qianmian.
Hold the measuring ruler tightly with both hands and hold it high above your head.
"He is born with virtue, and his husband is given a wooden dome! From the top of the mountain, the other is mysterious. Just ask, how long is the sky?"
After saying this, all the spiritual power poured into the measuring ruler and struck down with all his strength.
Not earth-shattering, silent.
Only an undetectable red light burst out from the tip of the ruler and struck into Huan Qianyan's head.
After one blow, Mu Nan had no power to fight back, and no trace of spiritual power remained.
It fell from a high altitude and crashed to the ground.
He was beaten to pieces.
Blood overflowed from his mouth one after another.
Just ten breaths have arrived!
"Isn't it okay?"
Mu Nan smiled bitterly, very bitterly.
"Is it too different?"
Tu Cheng was full of suspicion.
In that blow, he truly felt unreasonable power.
But he didn't make any achievements.
In a hurry, he spat out a mouthful of blood and seemed to faint.
His eyes were wide open, showing reluctance in his despair.
"I am the Nascent Soul Giant Demon!"
