Ji Liao looked at the introduction in the jade slip for a while, then withdrew his gaze.
After all, the Puppet Master is only controlled by the soul. It is at best a technique, but not a method. Ji Liao, who has changed his bloodline, can study it.
Ji Liao only has a Xuan-level talisman and Taoist talisman with him now. Although he is already invincible at the same level, if he encounters someone with a higher level and ignores his talisman, he will still be helpless.
Ji Liao now has one more method if he can. Now the puppet method has no obstacles for him, so Ji Liao began to think of a puppet master.
He stood up, turned around the corpse puppet standing in front of him a few times, and looked at it.
After a moment, Ji Liao stopped in front of the woman. He moved his hand and gently pinched the soul-stirring nail nailed between her eyebrows.
With a slight exertion, the soul-capturing nail was pulled out.
There was a soft popping sound, and a stream of black blood immediately spurted out from the woman's eyebrows, hitting Ji Liao along with a strong fishy stench.
Ji Liao seemed undecided, but looked curiously at the soul-capturing nail in his hand.
The black blood stopped strangely just a few inches in front of Ji Liao's body, unable to advance any further.
Without the soul-stirring nail, the woman's body stiffened, she fell straight backwards, and fell to the ground with a thud.
At the same time, Xu Shi had been dead for a long time, and the body of the woman immediately appeared with patches of corpse, which quickly festered. The putrid smell instantly filled the entire secret room, and turned into a mass of black water in a short time.
Ji Liao frowned slightly, raised his hand and waved, a brilliant flame flew out of his hand and sprinkled on the black water, burning it up instantly.
Ji Liao sat back down cross-legged, held one end of the soul-stirring nail in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.
But I saw that this soul-stirring nail was as long as a finger and as thick as a little finger. Its surface was dark in color, with little bits of fluorescence permeating it from time to time, just like an ordinary spar.
His spiritual consciousness swept towards the soul-capturing nail, and he suddenly felt that the aura of the white prism still remained in it.
Ji Liao raised his eyebrows and raised a smile, "It turns out that the puppet master's methods are like this."
With a movement of his spiritual consciousness, he suddenly swept towards the soul-stirring nail. In an instant, the aura left by the white prism was expelled, and his aura replaced it.
After doing this, Ji Liao threw it away casually, and the Soul-Capturing Nail immediately flew up into the air, exuding an unexplainable wave and traveling rapidly through the secret room.
Ji Liao's eyes followed the trajectory of the Soul-Capturing Nail, and after a moment, he reached out and took it in his hand.
Ji Liao has been refining talismans all year round, and his soul is already much stronger than those of the same level. If he studies the puppet method carefully, there is no guarantee that he will achieve some success in it.
And White Prism gave him a lot of corpse puppet master's classics, and also left him many finished soul-capturing nails. As a result, Ji Liao suddenly stood at a height that ordinary people could not reach in the way of puppets. .
"Should we try it with people from the Blood Soul Sect?" Ji Liao whispered softly.
He soon gave up the idea again.
During the battle between the two sects, there must be people watching from a distance. If he used this almost evil corpse puppet method, he would inevitably be targeted by some people who claimed to be righteous, and he might cause unnecessary trouble when he fell.
Withdrawing his gaze, Ji Liao put away his thoughts and whispered softly, "This Corpse Puppet Technique can't be used either."
After saying that, he put the Soul Capturing Nail in his hand into his storage bag.
"Fortunately, I can borrow the power of the Black Turtle, otherwise I wouldn't be sure about facing this kind of battle." Ji Liao chuckled, then closed his eyes and sat up in meditation.
Counting him, the Purple Air Sect has a total of five Golden Core Stage monks, and there are also three people from the Blood Soul Sect. As for the Foundation Establishment Stage monks, there are hundreds of them. This is the first time Ji Liao has experienced a battle of this scale.
Ji Liao had subdued the Black Turtle before, and the Black Turtle was not as cunning as the giant tiger. Ji Liao could activate the Taiyi Destruction Pen once. Although it didn't last long, it was a magic weapon that defied the heavens to win.
Ji Liao was sitting cross-legged in meditation, but little did he know that as the war approached, the Purple Air Sect in the outside world had already turned upside down.
On this day, the sky above the Purple Air Sect was filled with clouds of war.
But I saw huge warships floating in the sky above the Purple Air Sect. There were thousands of them so densely packed that they covered half of the sky. There were crowds of people on them. The disciples of the Four Peaks were clustered on the deck with stern expressions on their faces, counting them in detail. There are no less than 20,000 people below.
These warships were extremely huge, each one hundreds of meters long, with a gray-black surface and many golden spiritual patterns scattered all over them.
At this time, these spiritual patterns all lit up, glowing with a faint halo and making a buzzing sound.
And embedded in the packages of these spiritual patterns are more than a hundred bronze mirrors the size of human heads.
This bronze mirror is the color of ancient bronze, with patterns of clouds engraved on the edges. There are circles of ripples rippling in the middle of the bronze mirror, exuding terrifying destructive power.
Hundreds of Purple Air Sect's foundation-building elders were suspended in mid-air, shuttling among the many warships. Some were maintaining order, while others were checking the operation of the warships.
"Be honest and don't make any noise."
"Give me all the spiritual stones you have accumulated over the years. Remember to spend everything you have and do your best to kill the bastards of the Blood Soul Sect."
"You, you, you, and you, the four of you, control the attack of this warship. Remember, no matter who falls, don't take care of it. Just blast towards the Blood Soul Sect."
"Others are also watching. As long as the person controlling the warship dies, you will immediately take over."
A group of foundation-building monks shuttled back and forth between the warships, shouting loudly.
As for the Qi-receiving disciples of the Purple Qi Sect on the warship, some had flushed faces, some had stern expressions, and some were trembling with different expressions.
"Today is the day of the war. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time.
Hahaha. "
"It's nothing to look forward to. Let's wait and see if we can come back alive."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, everyone is destined to die, and if you want to die, you have to die happily."
For a time, the wind was strong, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the monstrous breath overflowed in the world.
Yuxu Peak, in Jiliao's cave.
However, a rumbling sound was heard, and the door of Ji Liao's retreat slowly opened, and Ji Liao's figure appeared.
Ji Xiuniang and Zhang Yunyao were already waiting there. Ji Liao glanced at the two women with a calm expression, "You two stay here. The situation on the battlefield is treacherous. Once the fighting starts, I will have no time to take care of you."
"yes!"
"knew."
The two women responded at the same time.
The three of them walked towards the front hall of the cave. Before they could stand still, they saw two escaping lights from outside the cave rushing toward them. When the light faded, two women and a man were revealed, but it was none other than Long Ji. , Ji Zihe and Arundo japonica.
Because of Ji Liao's return, Lu Zhu was no longer as self-indulgent as before. He carried the big gourd on his back again and returned to the sunny look before. Even though it was the eve of the war, his face still had a free and easy look. smile.
Long Ji and Ji Zihe jumped off Linghu's body. When Long Ji saw Lu Zhu, her face could not help but become cold and covered with a layer of frost.
Previously, Lu Zhu took away Ji Liao, which caused them to meet each other decades apart. This situation cannot be resolved in an instant.
Lu Zhu's eyes flashed, he suppressed his smile, and bowed deeply to Long Ji.
Long Ji pretended not to see it and entered the cave with a solemn expression.
"This fellow disciple, which peak disciple are you from? You look very nervous." Ji Zihe asked in surprise when he saw that Long Ji ignored this person.
Lu Zhu stood up, and without waiting for Ji Zihe's reaction, he put his hand on the top of Ji Zihe's head and rubbed it lovingly.
"Why, we haven't seen each other for a few months, and I have already forgotten about Uncle Lu." Lu Zhu said with a smile.
Ji Zihe's eyes widened when he heard the voice, and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.
She had known Lu Zhu since she could remember, but at that time Lu Zhu had an unkempt beard, her hair was like a chicken coop, and her body always had an unpleasant odor. Ji Zihe never even dared to get too close to Lu Zhu.
But now this handsome, free-spirited man with a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness was actually the Lu Zhu of the past. He was so completely different that Ji Zihe stayed there for a moment without realizing it.
"Hahaha, look at you like this, how come you can't recognize Uncle Lu even if he has removed his beard!" Lu Zhu laughed.
"You...are you really Uncle Lu?" Ji Zihe asked slightly stiffly after recovering from the shock.
"Then there's still a lie."
"Hey, Uncle Lu, you are so handsome." Ji Zihe's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in surprise. He walked around Lu Zhu twice and looked at him thoroughly, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
I can't tell that you were worse than a beggar before, but I never thought you were such a handsome person inside. "
Lu Zhu also understood Ji Zihe's character, and the smile on his face became thicker, "Your husband will be more handsome than Uncle Lu in the future. Okay, go in quickly, don't let your father wait too long."
"Okay!" Ji Zihe's eyes lit up, he responded, and jumped into Ji Liao's cave, without any sense of tension like a sect war.
Lu Zhu shook his head slightly and smiled helplessly.
He couldn't understand how the cautious Ji Liao and the cold-hearted Long Ji could have such a lively and open daughter. Maybe it's the old saying that goes to the extreme.
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