Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

He Ping's whole body tensed, he turned around suddenly, stepped hard on the hanging silk string with his feet, then raised his sleeves and robes, and there was a sound like plucking the strings, and he fired the Miluo knife, suddenly like a number wandering in the wind. Hundreds of empty blades spread in, forming a dense knife network with extremely lethal power.

What suddenly appeared behind him was a shadow in a green robe. Before the figure could finish speaking, he saw the sharp and vigorous sword energy of the Mi Luo Dao spreading out from all directions. Before he had time to escape, he was involved. Among them, the figure was instantly torn apart, flying in all directions like rags.

"wrong!"

He Ping's pupils suddenly shrank, and there was nothing in the torn cloth strips. When the wind blew, they turned into pieces of dancing butterflies. The criss-crossing knife lines did not even touch the slightest trace of a human being -

Only then did he realize that the figure torn apart by the knife net was actually just a green robe, and Chi Xinzi's true body was not there.

"The voice did come from behind me, but the person is not here..."

Before he had time to think about it carefully, he saw two black shadows suddenly flying out of the flying green robe.

"hand?"

He Ping took a closer look and realized that they were two arms, with black-gold wood-carved palms, five slender and graceful arms, lifelike, flying towards him through the air.

"Detached ghost hands?"

He frowned and his expression changed drastically.

At this moment, those two weird palms flew over, with gold mist floating between the long pointed fingers, and a blazing light.

——"Detached Ghost Hand" is also a puppet technique, but it is only recorded in the volume "Invisible Secrets" in He Ping's hand. As for the refining technique, it is "long lost" without any mention.

(Now it seems that the records of this "Invisible Secret" are not complete, and the refining technique of the Ghost Hand has not been lost...)

All this happened in just a moment. He leaped backwards, the strings under his feet swayed, and the fingers of his hands flicked the void. Suddenly, the Mi Luo Dao attack started again, and more silk threads densely packed in the air oscillated, turning into an invisible, formless, but powerful However, hundreds of sword qi that were difficult to control were trying to crush the flying ghost hands.

"Chi la", there were several strange sounds, the knife net and the silk strings collapsed together, and the aura of the fragmented ghost hand was strong, shaking the net wires, chasing after each other like a shadow, turning into two golden lights, one on the left and one on the right, that penetrated everything, and the sound broke through the air. What a masterpiece!

"The Fragmentary Ghost Hand is also a puppet technique, so it can naturally graft the 'armor-covered spiritual light', but it cannot be grafted on!"

It turns out that the Immortal Puppet Sect's puppet technique is extremely special. Every time a puppet is refined, a certain characteristic of the technique can be activated.

For the people of the Immortal Puppet Sect, making puppets is equivalent to refining spells, and the more powerful the puppets are, the more powerful the spells they are given will be.

While He Ping was thinking, he raised his hand and used the invisible strings arranged in the air. Suddenly, the wind sounded in his robes, and people flew out like ghosts.

Right behind him, Zili Gui Hands caught up with him as fast as lightning, with an extremely fierce momentum. He caught up with him in the blink of an eye and crashed into He Ping's vest.

Who knew that at this moment, He Ping's movements in the air changed strangely, changing directions erratically, and his body hit a silk thread that suddenly appeared on the right side. He kicked his feet, and the angle of his movement suddenly changed in twists and turns.

The flying ghost hands moved in a straight line. They sprinted too fast and overtook He Ping. They shot diagonally towards the woods below, piercing the thick tree body. Sand and stones flew into the ground where they were smashed, and leaves and dust were scattered in the air. .

"so close!"

He Ping exhaled in his heart, but his body moved up and down like a spider on several dense threads on the tree crown.

This forest is covered with countless criss-crossing silk threads, distributed like spider webs. He can change direction at weird angles in the air, or hang in the air like a paper man stuck on the threads, all thanks to the puppetry technique. Grafting method:

For example, the paper puppet's "armor-covered aura" can be grafted onto the paper sedan to increase its protective power. The wooden mandrill puppet made by He Ping can also transfer its unique magic "spider walking" to He Ping's body, making it He can be as light as nothing and can turn the rudder and direction with the help of silk threads in the air, which is extremely convenient.

At this moment, the sound of cracking in the sky suddenly came again. He Ping moved his eyes to the sky, and several golden shadows whizzed down in the sky. They turned out to be several separated ghost hands holding fists.

"Damn, missile flying punch?"

He Ping smacked his tongue as he fell into the forest. Golden light penetrated the air and split shadows, shattering the surrounding trees. Countless branches and leaves swayed, sawdust and leaves flew, but he was still able to escape through the gaps.

…

The environment in the dense forest is complex, and the eerie woodland at night is a good place to hide.

He Ping landed like a spring on the ground, stood on tiptoe for a few steps, and then shuttled through the forest gaps, even more like a light cat. His physical constitution is extremely poor. Without the help of "Spider Walking Technique", he would not be able to move so quickly.

"I don't know where that guy is hiding and watching. In order to facilitate the secret surveillance, I didn't bring the wooden mandrill and paper puppets..."

It would be too ostentatious to move with a large group of puppets. In order to avoid the trouble of being noticed, he had secretly hidden the paper puppets, paper sedans and wooden mandrill puppets in a hidden place, which was not far from here.

“It’s really useful right now.”

He Ping increased his strength with one step, lowered his body, avoided the branches above his head, and rushed forward like a bolt of lightning.

On the rugged road in the mountains and forests, his legs crossed quickly and he jumped several times in succession, so fast that his traces were difficult to distinguish. Others might mistake him for a mountain ape.

At the moment, he did not plan to use the arranged hanging silk spider web to move. Chi Xinzi should keep an eye on him in a relatively open area or at a higher place. Only by hiding in a mountain forest with dense branches and leaves could he avoid Chi Xinzi and him. The pursuit of fragmented ghost hands.

"Senior, here!"

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the trees in front of him. That person turned out to be Cheng Zhi, whom he had never met before.

(Why is he here?!)

He Ping's five senses and six senses are far sharper than ordinary people, not to mention that the soul can sense the surrounding environment and can detect murderous aura and hostility without relying on the ears and eyes. However, at this moment, he did not notice the appearance of Cheng Zhi.

He held the ghost face mask on his lower body, and his feet seemed to slip. His body deviated from the original route and ran in another direction away from Cheng Zhi.

Unexpectedly, he moved, Cheng Zhi jumped on his toes, climbed up the big tree on the side with hooks and kicks, grabbed a vine and flew over.

"kill!"

With one swing, he shouted loudly, pulled out the Burmese iron knife from his waist, fell from the air, and slashed straight at He Ping's back with the knife in his right hand.

"court death."

Even if He Ping didn't have to look back, he could sense what was happening behind him. He didn't wonder why Cheng Zhi would kill him. Since Chi Xinzi had already appeared, it was inevitable that this kid would be bewitched by him and turn against him.

He didn't turn around, he flicked his sleeves back, and the Mi Luo knife burst into the air and dispersed into the air.

At this moment, Cheng Zhi's eyes turned dark green, as if there was a kind of magical power residing in his eyes. His right hand holding the sword and the Burmese iron soft sword in his palm both emitted a faint light.

Buzz…

The blade slashed through the air, and the silk-condensed blade network of the Miluo Sword burst out layer by layer. The blade accelerated and shortened the distance between it and He Ping's back.

This time, He Ping had no way to hide. He turned around suddenly, the nails of his right hand hidden in his sleeve quickly turned black, and he tapped his fingers lightly in the air.

There was a soft "ding" sound, and the Burmese iron soft knife burst into pieces. Cheng Zhi also spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

"Idiot, because of you..."

As soon as He Ping started talking, all the energy and blood in his body suddenly froze, and a biting cold force seeped into his body. He suddenly realized something was wrong, raised his eyes, and saw the eyes of Cheng Zhi, who fell not far away, changing dimly, as if there was a ball of empty flames burning in his eyes.

"This is...what kind of weird magic?!"

He Ping's face was filled with astonishment. Suddenly, his body seemed to be dominated by some foreign object. His muscles all over his body relaxed and became as heavy as an iron block trapped in deep water. Even his mind felt like it was "empty".

The whole body seems to be frozen by a strange force, and the consciousness seems to be slowly dissociating, reaching a point where there is no place for it.

Only now did he understand that Cheng Zhi's body had been subjected to some kind of evil spell, and it had become a "medium" to contact him - no, there was no need to actually touch him, just make eye contact, and the evil spell would be like The maggots of the tarsus invade the body.

"No, it's not aimed at my body. This power is aimed at the monk's soul. If that's the case -"

In an instant, the feeling of freezing his whole body slowly subsided, and the control of flesh and blood was once again controlled by his mind, and the influence of the evil magic was losing its effectiveness.

"Yes, this should be a kind of magic that specifically affects people's souls and wills. This magic can be transmitted by sight, but for me, this kind of move..."

He Ping laughed dumbly in his heart.

He is different from ordinary people. There are two souls hidden in his mind, one of which is his soul as a time traveler, and the other is the soul of the original owner of this body.

The evil spell transmitted through the eyesight can only affect one of his souls. For example, right now, the dark power generated by the evil spell is polluting the original soul, but it has no effect on his own soul.

"It has absolutely no effect on me—"