Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Chen Huan stood still, clasping his hands over his head. Severe pain struck his soul, and countless memories came flooding in. This memory was different from the"reading" of the human body fruit. This memory was completely embedded in his life.

Thousands of miles away, Chen Huan opened his eyes in horror at this moment, because at this moment the sky in his body seemed to be wildly stirred by an invisible big hand. The whole sky was spinning like a whirlpool. The powerful twisting force stirred the heads representing the five heavenly puppets and made them roar.

In the center of this vortex, like a fairy wielding a brush, a scarlet and strange cursive script slowly fell from the sky, and a monstrous bloody evil spirit dyed the entire sky of the Five Elements Realm red.

""Life,"

Chen Huan whispered.

The word"life" was written in an orderly manner, with hesitation in the flow, and it seemed that one could feel the waves and suffering in the word.

It stood so powerfully in the center and floated quietly, with the five heads of the sky puppets like guards.

The soul that originally controlled Liang Wen, at the moment when the memory awakened, the invisible entangled causal thread was forcibly broken by a powerful killing, and the control was lost in an instant, and the vision of the puppet Liang Wen suddenly went black. Chen

Huan's original body frowned, closed his eyes again and felt, sensing that the soul that was separated from him was flickering like a firefly in the dark night in the distance. He quickly pinched the seal in front of his chest and tapped his eyebrows. The soul trembled wildly as if unwilling.

This soul-breaking method was to forcibly cut off that A wisp of soul could kill him, but originally it only took a thought to kill him, but now it seemed to have encountered a huge obstacle.

This situation was completely out of Chen Huan’s understanding of the way of puppets. The reason was the word"life" that suddenly appeared in his body. Without any consideration, he pinched the formula again, and his soul turned into a sharp blade and pierced into the word"life" in the five elements world like lightning.

The sound of sharp collision of metal and iron shook. Just when Chen Huan thought that a battle of souls was needed, a large number of bloody lines suddenly appeared on the word"life". Those lines were flowing with blood, and the original gold and iron turned into a swamp in an instant.

Most of the soul was trapped in the word"life", and at the same time as the soul entered the word"life", the puppet Liang Wen, who had been out of control in the distance, opened his eyes again.

"Who am I?"

This is the puppet's subconscious exit

"I am Xia Qingshan"

"No, I am Chen Huan."

Chen Huan's eyes gradually became clear, he raised his right hand and clenched it gently, making a crackling sound.

"Flesh, blood, bones."

Chen Huan looked inwards for a moment, and his whole body was shaken. At this moment, the body of this puppet was completely turned upside down.

"The Tianxiang puppet was actually forcibly modified!"

The body of the Tianxiang puppet originally made of the five elements spiritual materials has regained its flesh and blood, and strange patterns are flashing on the bones and flesh.

There are no turning patterns, no head cutting patterns, no inlay patterns, no inlay patterns, no seam patterns, no fixed ink patterns.......All the puppet-making inscriptions from the basic to the highest level in the"Heavenly Puppet-making Scroll" are not here.

This is any kind of puppet inscription that Chen Huan has never seen before, but Chen Huan can feel the surging and unhindered spiritual power flowing, and his inner vision quickly swept through the core of his body.

The horror hit the soul directly, and the puppet's heart had completely disappeared. In the chest cavity, a ball of red blood light beat like a heart. The beating seemed to be an inextinguishable source of power, pulling the strange patterns all over the body to flow.

If it were just that, it would be fine. The puppet's heart also works in this way. What really surprised Chen Huan was that when the divine consciousness penetrated the red light in the body, it was as if he had entered a fairy space with white mist curling, without any impurities, as white as snow, but in the very center, a blood-colored ink-splashed cursive script stood in the air.

The same"life".

Looking at the weird"life" in front of him, he pondered for a long time, and finally his mind slowly withdrew

""Fate is really overbearing."

Now that the puppet Liang Wen has disappeared, he can roughly guess the purpose of Thirteen Yao.

Liang Wen is actually a container, a container that has been raised for eighteen generations, just to accept Xia Qingshan's fate.

If a person's memory of life and his fate are grafted onto another person, is he considered resurrected?

Chen Huan shook his head and could only say that Thirteen Yao was really a genius, and he could achieve such a strange resurrection method.

However, memory is a look back at the past, fate is a guide in front of the body, and one's own will is the executor of one's own life.

Will determines how you recall your experience. , will determines how you choose the fork in the road.

Xia Qingshan's will has long dissipated in time and space. Even if Xia Qingshan succeeds in killing Liang Wen and survives, he is no longer the same Xia Qingshan. At the crossroads, the former Xia Qingshan and the Xia Qingshan after the life-threatening copy will not choose the same path.

It can only be said that the human body is equally powerful. Liang Wen's memory and life were also painted down, causing Xia Qingshan's fate to be born smoothly, but he never thought that this was actually a puppet. A mysterious coincidence of fate gave birth to this extremely mysterious puppet.

He did not give birth to a new will, but followed the will of the puppet master.

"Can this still be considered a puppet?"

Chen Huan couldn't help but feel a little confused. Generally speaking, the principle was probably the same as that of a puppet. The various strange inscriptions throughout the body were just energy conduction. Chen Huan was confident that he could slowly figure it out, but the newly appeared"heart of the puppet" made him feel troubled.

That thing was not made by him, and it was an illusory thing without material or entity.

There was only a word"life" that drove the entire puppet with the power of fate.

If you want to understand why this"life" came from, perhaps there is only one person in this world.

"The art of burying people and changing fate by Feng Shui can play the Dao rhyme of"Dian" to such an extent, which is a bit of an underestimation of the world's cultivators."

Before, I thought that my soul had reached the great perfection of transformation, and the world could let me roam. Now that I see this method of borrowing life and rebirth, I realized that I am still too immature in this mysterious world of cultivation.

Fortunately, his original body has been hiding outside. If Thirteen Yao used this trick on his original body instead of the puppet, he would have died long ago.

He stopped thinking, stretched out his right arm, bent down, opened his palm, and then clenched it. This action was like taking something out of a basket.

The word"life" in the puppet's heart shook violently.

Originally It was as if the empty palm suddenly grasped an invisible illusion. When he stood up, countless bloody spiritual energy gathered.

A butcher knife that looked like blood jade appeared in his hand.

In an instant, the monstrous evil spirits poured out like a landslide. With him as the center, the evil spirits swept through like ripples, and the yellow sand under the ground turned scarlet in an instant. In an instant, the desert was dyed into purgatory.

In the salt lake cave hundreds of miles away, Murong Jing turned his head instantly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the endless desert, his eyes were full of wonder, and he turned to look at Thirteen Yao:

"He is alive"

"Um"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I don't want balance"

"Balance?" Murong Jing was a little puzzled.

Thirteen Yao also turned his head to look at the direction where the evil spirit appeared from the desert ground, his eyes flickered and he shook his head:

"Long You did not climb the Yingtian Pine. As the master of Lingbao Pavilion, the Great Perfection of Huashen died, and the balance was broken."

"The three sects, four pavilions, seven persons are perfect, my six sects, seven persons are perfect"

"Aren't there six gates?" Murong Jin counted his fingers in confusion.

Seeing that Thirteen Yao didn't say anything, he seemed to understand something, and then he said with a tut:"Does the one hanging on the mountain count?"

Thirteen Yao glanced at him:

"So, in order to maintain balance among those people in the inner realm, one of my six sects must die to achieve the perfection of the spirit transformation."

"I let him out, firstly, I don't want to balance"

"Second, as the first person to achieve the Great Perfection of the Spiritualization at the beginning of this era, it would be too boring if he didn’t appear at the end of the era."