In the following days, Zheng Tuo switched between nervousness and busyness.
He transformed the twelve generals one after another.
And no surprises.
The twelve divine generals all have the ability to transform.
Not only that.
Since you are going out to make a fortune, you must have some trump cards.
The Twelve Divine Generals are also his children, Zheng Tuo, after all. They are from a poor family and have a rich life. How can they make their children's pockets tight when they go out to make a living.
so.
He specially prepared three trump card gift packages for each puppet.
in.
The gift pack includes thirty-six powerful trump cards, those that run away, those that deceive people, those that take advantage of victory, those that fight back... and so on.
besides.
He also specially asked the twelve generals to practice several sets of combination formations.
In terms of power, the formation composed of twelve people was invincible during the foundation building stage.
Zheng Tuo was like an old mother, preparing this and that for the twelve children, which was more troublesome than going out by herself.
Although they were puppets, he did not really regard the Twelve God Generals as cold machines.
This is my personality, I don’t want to change, and I don’t want to change.
The preparations for the Twelve God Generals were completed. Under Zheng Tuoqian's instructions and Wan's instructions, the Twelve God Generals left the Luoxian Sect and entered the battlefield of the younger generation.
The Twelve God Generals left, Zheng Tuo did not sit idle, but started to prepare some spare parts for the Twelve God Generals.
He did not bring any spare parts with him for the Twelve God Generals.
Considering that they are not real immortal cultivators, it is very likely that they will be targeted by some big shots, who will turn around and arrest them directly.
so.
Each puppet has five hidden self-destruction devices on its body.
Even if he is caught, he will find a way to self-destruct.
The spare materials need to be placed in the storage ring. Even if they explode by themselves, they will probably be difficult to damage.
If these spare materials are found, it is likely to be assembled into a new puppet.
Looking back and following the clues to find yourself is not worth the loss.
There is such a plan.
After preparing three spare parts for each puppet, he put them all away. They will definitely be used in the future.
The departure of the twelve divine generals and the nine-cylinder black phoenix made the originally lively Luo Xian Sect fall into silence again.
Zheng Tuo was also happy to be free and continued to study the way of puppets.
He discovered that puppets were simply divine objects used to spy on military affairs.
The biggest difference between puppets and immortal cultivators is the breath.
Any cultivator has his or her own aura. Even if you are able to hide it, it will be exposed.
The puppet, on the other hand, has no breath.
For example, if you put an ant puppet there, it is just an ant. Its core energy is smaller than a hair. Even if you can feel it, it is only a very weak aura, which is different from that in ordinary practice. The spiritual energy absorbed is simply the difference between the ocean and raindrops.
So Zheng Tuo never tired of dropping various miniature puppets.
What ants, spiders, centipedes, mosquitoes...etc.
Each miniature puppet will become his eyes, helping him monitor the entire land with a radius of 100,000 miles around Luoxian Mountain.
If any strong person approaches, he will detect it immediately and then make what he thinks is the most reasonable judgment.
Having suffered from delusions of persecution, he felt extremely safe doing this.
It's as comfortable as always looking for a nook to hide in after being a child.
in this way.
Zheng Tuo didn't know how many miniature puppets he had refined, but almost all the materials in his hand were used up.
"ah……"
When you really devote yourself to something, time flies.
Calculate the time.
He couldn't help but think of that unlucky kid Mo Jiu.
It's almost time.
Turn the environment into a prison, where Mo Jiu is imprisoned.
"Pleasant sheep, beautiful sheep, lazy sheep, boiling sheep, slow sheep, soft sheep, red wolf and gray wolf, don't look at me as just a sheep, the green grass becomes more fragrant because of me, the sky becomes bluer because of me, and the white clouds become more beautiful because of me. Be soft..."
Mo Jiu lay with his back on the ground.
His eyes were dull, as if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and he was chanting the theme song of Joyous and Big Big Wolf.
After seeing this, Zheng Tuo felt that he was being too cruel.
Lock a person in a room for a year or two, and watch the same childish cartoon replayed every moment.
Zheng Tuo believed that he wouldn't be able to survive even half a day.
Watch now.
The Mojiu in front of him was actually still alive.
He not only lamented that the vitality of the demons was really tenacious.
"Snapped!"
With a snap of the fingers, the environment turns into a prison, and all cartoons disappear.
The moment of silence made Mo Jiu very uncomfortable.
He stood up slowly as if he was lost, turned his head, and looked at Zheng Tuo.
It can be seen from his body language and facial expression that he is on the verge of collapse.
As long as Zheng Tuo increases his intensity, Mo Jiu will inevitably have a mental breakdown.
"I'm just a sheep, you're the gray wolf, I'm just a sheep, you're the gray wolf..."
The Nine Demonic Gods said, approaching Zheng Tuo step by step.
"Stop pretending."
Zheng Tuo hugged his arms and looked calmly at Mo Jiu, who was on the verge of death.
"Quack quack..."
Mo Jiu's shoulders shook, and his originally decadent face revealed the ruthlessness that originally belonged to the demon clan.
"Boy, you think putting these childish things can affect my powerful soul, you are dreaming, you are wishful thinking..."
Mo Jiu is still as ruthless as ever.
As the son of the Demon Emperor, how could he be influenced by such childish things? What a joke.
Seeing Mo Jiu's behavior, Zheng Tuo shook his head helplessly, "I say, stop pretending. Since you are a demon, you can't live openly. Why don't I send you on your way."
The words came out.
The originally ferocious Mojiu gradually regained his composure.
He looked depressed, like an abandoned child.
"Your true body has given up on you. Even if I let you go now, you will be obliterated by the true body."
Zheng Tuo told the truth.
The Mojiu in front of him is just a clone of the original Mojiu.
It can be said that they are the same person, or it can be said that they are not the same person.
The demon's clone usually splits itself, so it can be said to be the original body, or it can be said not to be the original body.
"What do you want me to tell you."
Mo Jiu finally let go.
Although the guy in front of me is annoying, he is definitely not wrong.
He has been abandoned by his true body, and somehow, the thread connecting him to his true body has been severed.
now.
Even if he can get out, he will be wiped out by the main body.
With his Mojiu character, how could he tolerate even a little bit of danger by his side.
"The Eastern Region where you entered from."
This matter is not only something Yunyangzi and Didu want to know, he also wants to know.
If the demons invaded the Eastern Region at this time, with my own strength, I might be able to just watch and not be able to do anything.
Even if there is danger, he can't help.
That was the last thing he wanted to see.
Mo Jiu looked at Zheng Tuo, and his eyes slowly gathered light.
