Shasong is extremely powerful and Zhileng is nimble with his hands and feet. Zhao Derong sends them around to hone the puppet and test its weaknesses. Facts have proved that the puppet is strong and tireless, far more useful than the body refiner, and does not require the support of spiritual energy. Every few days, if you drink a drop of "sweet rain" poured from the demon refining pot, your energy can be restored to its original state. Zhao Derong guessed that "Gan Lin" could nourish demon souls and warm up their courage, and was inseparable from the true spirit in the pot. Although Zuo Qianfeng wanted to steal his master, it would be in vain without the "Ziwu Demon Refining Pot".
Her suspicion was soon confirmed.
More than ten days later, Zuo Qianfeng's disciple Zhao Luofeng rushed to Qianfu Valley in Taiping Mountain and brought everything he needed for his master, large and small bags, and almost all his belongings. There were nearly half a hundred puppets of various colors. It's a pity that there are not so many useful puppet insects, most of them are empty shells. Zuo Qianfeng valued this apprentice very much and worked hard to cultivate him, leading him to see the pineapple ash and sand pine branches one by one. Zhao Luofeng's eyes shone and he proposed to cut open the puppet's chest to see what was going on.
This was a feasible method. Zuo Qianfeng thought about it for a long time and asked Wei Shiqi to refine a puppet. It was said that he was refining the puppets. The body was made by him, the puppet insects were made by him, and the demon soul was made by him. Wei Shiqi just moved his hands. He spent a stick of incense and took away two of the best ones. The puppet bug caused Zuo Qianfeng some physical pain. Zhao Luofeng concentrated his attention and watched from beginning to end without missing a single detail. However, he did not have "a piercing eye" and spent most of his time just watching the excitement, completely unable to figure out the secrets.
The puppet was just made of ordinary bamboo and wood. The demon soul was taken from a rabbit demon. It had not been warmed and refined by the demon refining pot. It only lasted for more than half an hour before it ran out of energy and was wobbly and unsteady on its feet. Without the "sweet rain", it would not last long. Zhao Luofeng did not hesitate to pick up the short knife, disembowell the puppet, and cut open the puppet's chest layer by layer. His movements were extremely fast, but he saw a ball of fluorescent light beating feebly, pulling in countless crystal clear bodies. Every movement of the puppets on the left and right was rushed by his Yang Qi, and the Qi machine fell rapidly and was irreversible. Zhao Luofeng looked at it intently for a long time, then stretched out the tip of the knife and gently picked it up. The power of the soul suddenly collapsed, the fluorescence dissipated, the spiritual threads all fell down, and they were tangled into a mess. The whole puppet was destroyed in one day.
Zuo Qianfeng did not blame his apprentice, but simply asked: "Did you see clearly?"
Zhao Luofeng concentrated on his deductions for a long time and said euphemistically: "Master Miluo's skills are amazing, Ziwu's Demon Refining Pot is indispensable. Although this method is brilliant, it is beyond the reach of our descendants."
Zuo Qianfeng let out a long sigh and felt quite unwilling. He had been immersed in puppetry for hundreds of years, but he couldn't see the joints. It was just that his apprentice was very talented and often thought of things he had never thought of, so he called him to come and think about it together. Now it seems to be in vain. However, Zhao Luofeng didn't think so. He proposed to his master privately that both sides would benefit from the cooperation. The Qianzhong Sect would provide all the needed items, and he would ask Sect Master Wei to refine the puppets and trade with the other sects to get the benefits. Separate accounts can be regarded as a long-term solution.
These words were in line with Zuo Qianfeng's wishes, but they had to wait a little longer until Wei Shiqi polished the Dou Zhan puppet, which was enough to solve Jiuzhe Valley's urgent needs, and then he could grasp the lifeline of the fairy city. In the sect's inheritance, people are the most important from top to bottom. Puppet can replace the monks and rush forward, which is enough to change the future of the fairy city. The monks seek immortality, freedom and freedom. Asking them to sacrifice their lives for righteousness is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. This This is the real reason why the human race is weaker than the demon race.
However, what made him anxious and helpless was that Wei Shiqi had made no progress.
Every mountain, every river, every plant and every tree in the fairy city is shrouded in the starlight. The blood in Wei Shiqi's body is suppressed by the star power, and he is slightly uncomfortable. However, he has already touched the power of the law, and the star power is exerted on him, and he is not shaken at all. No blood. Li Yihe returned to the fairy city, but he was like a fish returning to the sea, full of energy, and the treasure of Zhendao in his body was much more stable. Wei Shiqi deliberately used his blood energy to provoke the divine seal of Miluo Zhen, prompting him to resist and intensify the sacrifice day after day.
Li Yihe, as a cauldron, is like a bucket. Although he is supplemented by a source of spiritual pearl pills, there is an upper limit to the water he can hold. If he cuts it down, it will be counterproductive. The treasure of sacrificing and suppressing the road is not something that can be achieved overnight, Wei Shi When I was free, I would always avoid Li Yihe, go to Xia Qian's place, or Qin Rong's place, pick up the book with my fingers, and never tire of it. Xia Qian was deeply curious, and traced it with his fingers, and found that they were purely "ghost-drawing talismans", each of which was different and could not tell the difference. She knew the allusion of Du Duo Shu Kong, but she couldn't bear to say that she felt regretful about losing ambition, so she couldn't help but ask. Wei Shiqi told her that this was "drawing a talisman" and that she had to think and practice repeatedly before writing seriously. Xia Qian saw that he was clumsy and remembered "Bear Embroidery" for no reason. Her stomach hurt from laughing, but she shook her head and refused to confess.
Qin Rong was more stable than Xia Qian, silently watching him draw the talisman, not saying much, just remembering the past, feeling a little sad. Being hired as a wife and running as a concubine, she felt inferior to others, but what did the worldly etiquette mean in the fairy city? Today's Wei Shiqi is no longer the Guo Chuanlin of the past. He has become strange and distant, completely different from the person in his memory. Is this the price to pay for being on the road?
Wei Shiqi treats her neither distantly nor intimately. To him, women are just a little pleasure and a little diversion in his long life. They are neither dispensable nor irreplaceable. From the moment he grasped the fundamental laws and reached the upper realm, many things became less important. As long as he took another step, his consciousness would become one with the origin of the three realms. Under the laws, there would no longer be the joy of mortals. Anger, sorrow and joy.
He has not taken this step for a long time, but even if he jumped out of the three realms and threw a ray of consciousness into the distant future, he could not escape the influence of the law. Fortunately, there was God's will in the dark, and he chose blood in this realm. The law of blood and energy fights against the law of star power. Only by always staying awake can you avoid losing yourself. Blood is his "anchor" in this world.
Suddenly a few days passed, Wei Shiqi concentrated on deducing, tried repeatedly, and finally gained something after a lot of effort. His fingertips activated the blood energy, as thin as a gossamer, looped back and forth, and condensed into a blood talisman, floating in the air, as thin as a gossamer. The cicada's wings sometimes curl up and sometimes relax, as leisurely as a living creature. Qin Rong could sense the danger instinctively, so she hid behind him and stuck her head out to take a few glances. She felt her heart was beating with fear, fearing that she would be swallowed by it.
With a thought in mind, Wei Shiqi summoned the puppet Zhileng, and ordered him to roll up his sleeves, revealing his thin and strong right arm. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the blood talisman fell on his arm, making a "sizzling" sound, like a hot iron mark. Epithelial meat. Zhi Leng had no fear in his heart and stared at his right arm with curiosity in his eyes. When the blood talisman was carved into the skin, Wei Shiqi inspected it correctly, and then he gently tapped it to transfer some blood energy into it.
After waiting for a while and seeing no difference, Qin Rong tugged on his sleeves and said cautiously: "It seems...nothing has changed? Is it because he is stronger or his body skills are faster?"
Wei Shiqi smiled and said: "Let's go and try our skills outside Qianfu Valley!"
