Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Even the changes in the sky are moody, and in the illusion, the passage of time seems to be frozen.

Qinghe walked to a place where there was no one there, and tapped the ground with his knuckles. With a seemingly light movement, two deep ravines appeared on the surface.

"Can you?"

Gongyilin nodded: "Except for immortal puppets, puppets are essentially a mixture of wood and clay. When underground activities are intense, puppets will become irritable and difficult to control. If you continue, people from the puppet sect will soon to find the source."

When Qinghe knocked down for the fourth time, Gongyilin's words were confirmed.

Walking in the distance were two people who looked exactly alike.

"Twins?" Gong Yilin was a little surprised.

It is rare for twins to embark on the path of cultivation at the same time. In most cases, one of the two children has good aptitude, and the other has no way of cultivation.

"Not twins," Qinghe shook his head: "The other one is a puppet."

Gongyilin smiled and said: "Interesting, I always thought that only immortal puppets could be so human."

"The puppet next to it should be made of flesh and blood."

Gong Yilin raised his eyebrows: "It seems that we have met a lunatic."

For the puppet masters, the puppets are only used to enhance the combat power. The weaker puppet masters will make many puppets. When necessary, use them to slow down the enemy's pace and make it easier for them to escape.

It is a different situation if it is offered with flesh and blood.

The puppet produced in this way is very powerful, but the disadvantage is that once the puppet is hurt, the master's soul will also be damaged.

When he got closer, he was a very thin young man.

At this moment, the visitor stared at Qinghe with a somewhat unfriendly gaze: "Master Qinghe, please stop."

Words drift away like air.

Qinghe didn't open his eyes to look at him at all, and continued with his previous actions before Gongyilin said to stop.

Gongyilin squinted his eyes: "Didn't the puppet gate come several times?"

The young man's eyes were evil, "So what?"

Gongyilin noticed the faint blood around the puppet, and frowned.

"You killed them."

Use an affirmative tone.

"A bunch of trash, it's useless to survive."

Both Gongyilin and Qinghe's view of right and wrong differed from the standards of the world, but when they heard this sentence, they couldn't help feeling a little disgusted.

Both of them have their own sects, and the meaning of sects is to unite disciples, especially for training outside, with the support of fellow sects, the chance of survival will be much higher.

To mutilate fellow disciples, only demons and heretics would do this.

The young man showed a smile that was completely different from Qingli's face, cruel and flamboyant.

"It's better to make some contribution than to be destroyed," he stared obsessively at the puppet next to him: "It's their honor to feed my dumb."

Ignoring his arrogance, Gong Yilin kept focusing on the young man's expression.

Ordinary monks would be more or less apprehensive when they saw Qinghe, but this person didn't have the slightest bit of fear.

The white fingers pinched a finger, the young man saw the movement, his eyes changed for the first time, and he moved in front of Gongyilin in an instant, but there was a person faster than him, Qinghe's body firmly blocked the person behind, Choke the young man's neck.

Gong Yilin didn't seem to have seen this scene, he picked up a piece of dead wood and painted on the ground, the lifeblood was stuck, the young man's face turned red, but he didn't fight back.

"Don't kill him." Gong Yilin said suddenly.

Qinghe loosened his hand, and he was thrown a few meters away.

Gongyilin leaned close to his face, spraying warm breath into Qinghe's ears, and slowly said two words: "Duoshe."

The expression of the young man on the ground changed suddenly when he heard this sentence.

"No wonder you are not afraid of death," Gongyilin said thoughtfully, "It should be because of some special method that he has cultivated. Even if he dies, the Tao will not disappear."

Qinghe had an idea after hearing his tone.

Sure enough, Gong Yilin looked at the people on the ground playfully: "The cat demon only has nine lives, just beat him until he dies."

The soul is gone, so there is no possibility of taking it away.

The young man sneered: "It's a big deal."

Gong Yilin: "Master said that those who seize the house will not have the will to die. You must be thinking of exploding yourself when we get close. Although the soul will be damaged, it is not impossible to recover after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after hundreds of years. .”

All the tricks that could be played were exposed. This time, the young man did not speak ironically.

"Being able to understand my thoughts means that your master and I are the same kind of person."

Qinghe moved his fingers lightly, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of the young man's mouth.

As the person concerned, Gong Yilin was not angry, "It just so happens that we haven't finished talking before."

Qinghe was slightly startled, while the young man stared at him with wide eyes.

Gong Yilin walked in front of him, he had a very handsome face, but the reflection in the young man's pupils seemed to be the epitome of a devil.

"This outfit is much more pleasing to the eye. The white suit just now doesn't suit you."

"No, it's impossible for you to know," the young man said incoherently.

Qinghe was surprised, even he himself did not associate the young man in front of him with the white-clothed monk who had just pretended to be Senior Brother Gongyilin in the illusion.

Compared to their surprise, Gong Yilin only thought about the death of the puppet sect, so he had to adjust his plan.

"To live." He said to Qinghe.

The youth dared to appear in a grand manner, but there were two reliances, one was the method of seizing the house, and the other was the ability to escape by self-detonation.

Now, the two killers were seen through at the same time, and that calmness naturally disappeared.

The conspiracy was exposed, and the duel between masters ultimately relied on strength.

He was not Qinghe's opponent in the illusion, and it was even more impossible now.

The cultivation of this body is limited, and the puppet can only barely reach the middle and upper reaches of the level.

"Can you answer a question for me?" The young man smiled wryly.

Gong Yilin: "You want to ask how I found out your identity?"

The youth nodded.

"Okay," Gongyilin said, "Before that, please answer me a question."

The young man sighed, "Say it."

"I finally escaped, why did I throw myself into the trap?"

"I want to see what your plans are."

"anything else?"

The young man was silent for a while: "I want to make fun of you as fools, as revenge for beating me to death."

"..."

Facing the contemptuous gaze, the young man puffed up his chest and said: "If you are locked up in a ghostly place for hundreds of years, and you finally find something interesting, how can you let it go easily."

Staring at Gongyilin: "It's your turn."

Gong Yilin turned his head to Su Zhi and said, "Find a way to force him to find out about his secret technique of seizing the house."

The young man seemed to have realized something, and growled, "You're kidding me!"

"Excuse me." Gong Yilin said seriously: "I've stayed in the illusion for so long, and it's quite boring. I'm making fun of you."

"..."