Chapter 858 Wind-Splitting Golden Eagle Immortal Puppet

The atmosphere is depressed that people can't breathe.

The huge and embarrassing body of the three snake devils is like a hill, and it is located in the center of everyone.

The six bloody eyes on the three songs exuded the chilling glow, locking the captured Yan Qing cherry blossomingly.

Although Yan Qingying is in a desperate situation, she still stands upright, her eyes show a unyielding perseverance.

"Who are you?"

The sound of the three snake devils was extremely great. At this moment, the vicissitudes and majesty were intertwined.

"Although you practice the Three King Dou Tianbao of the Beast Demon Sect, the use method and the practice route in the body are not the orthodox teaching method of my Beast Demon Sect!"

"It's more like a scattered repairs that I get the inheritance of my Beast Demon Zong by accident and rely on myself."

The three snakes opened their mouths, and at the moment of opening, the scales of the whole body opened in vain, and the snake scales exploded.

The three huge heads were shaking at the same time, and the sound of metal impacts was intertwined together, which made people feel creepy.

Yan Qingying bit her lower lip tightly, and the corner of her mouth overflowed with blood, but she didn't say a word.

She raised her head at this moment, and her stubborn appearance was like Ao Xue Han Mei.

At this stalemate, a clear sound sounded.

"I was ancestor, I was a bit impressed by this person, but Yan Qingying, the master of the Taoist soldier on the land."

"I just felt familiar, but I didn't think about it. The Feitianmen was so far away from my overseas Xianshan Mountain.

"Old ancestor, the fourth house is the internal affairs of my Shengzong, and the white tiger palace is mixed with Feitianmen, trying to destroy the inheritance of my Beast Demon Sect.

The man's words were quite indignant, and there was an inductive manner that could not be spoken.

Everyone looked at the sound, and then found that the man turned out to be the palace of Qinglong Palace.

At this moment, Gong San took a calm step and slowly came out. He was wearing a blue shirt and a green jade pendant hanging around his waist.

But the sharp light that flashed occasionally in my eyes destroyed these nobles.

The three snake demon heard it, and it was almost angry. The three heads of the skull made a shocking roar at the same time. After the roar raised, the mountains of the entire Beast Demon Sect were shocked and fell off the stone chips.

"Flying Gate! What a big courage, what dependent they have, dare to send someone to sneak into my Beast Demon Sect, do you really think that my beast Demon Sect is no one?"

The three snake devil twisted violently, and the thick tail swept it to the giant peak on the side. The giant peak broke instantly and the gravel splashed.

It was just that it did not find that after the three smaller swallowed pythons around it heard a few words of Feitianmen, a special light was exposed in the eyes.

"Since I since Feitianmen, I will let Feitianmen know today that it provokes my Beast Demon Sect! Come, cut off her head, and then send it to Feitianmen."

To put it, one of its heads opened the blood basin, and a black poisonous mist shot towards Yan Qingying like a sharp arrow.

Yan Qingying felt the black poisonous mist and did not dare to provoke. She was like a lightning, and she went to the side.

But the three snake devils saw her dare to resist, and the whole body suddenly emitted like a tsunami.

It was full of anger, and the six bloody eyes sprayed the culprit, and the mana all his body surged. It swept away at Yan Qing cherry -like like a black anger, and instantly imprisoned it.

Yan Qing cherry blossoms are dignified, knowing life and death at this moment. She operates the legal power in her body.

Suddenly, a white tiger virtual shadow appeared all over her body, a shadow, and a violent Sirius.

The three beasts intertwined with each other, exuding majestic power, and strived to impact towards the black mana barrier.

However, in the face of these three snake devils, the opponent's mana was too powerful. At this moment, countless fierce black mist strikes, and Yan Qing cherry blossoms are shrouded in the moment.

Yan Qingying's resistance was shaking the trees. Although it stirred the ripples of the layers of mana, it was impossible to break away from this imprisonment.

Seeing the three snake devils, a proud and cruel laughed was issued. One of the heads slowly opened the blood basin, and a black light cylinder containing the power of destruction sprayed out, and it was close to Yan Qing cherry blossoms.

At this time, a white -haired old man flickered, like a white lightning, and he instantly came to Yan Qingying.

In his hand, the sword was not known when the sheath had emerged, and the sword body flashed with cold light. He saw that his wrist shook, and the sword flower fell like a star rain, blocking the black poison mist.

The poisonous mist collided with the sword qi, and the sound of "Zizi" was made, and a pungent smell permeated in the air.

"Old ancestor, do it slowly."

This man said loudly while resisting the fog.

"The strength of the flying Tianmen is not weak, and the identity of this woman is extremely special. It is the sword double Ye Yang. It is said that the sword repair is an extraordinary state. How many."

"If she killed her rashly, Feitianmen must be out of the nest. It is better to hold her for a while. Perhaps she can reveal the situation of Feitianmen from her.

At this time, a burly elder on the main peak of the Beast Demon Sect also stepped forward.

"Yes, the ancestor, Ye Yang's sword's technique is amazing. Once the enemy is the enemy, we may have a lot of waves."

Thinking of this horrible consequence.

Everyone present couldn't help but take a breath.

Even Gong San, who had always been hostile to the White Tiger Palace, couldn't help but speak.

"Ancestor, the fault this time is all in the White Tiger Palace. I hope you will think twice and don't be impulsive."

When the three-headed snake demon heard everyone's plea, his mountain-like body stagnated slightly, and his eyes flickered with fierceness.

At present, the Beast Demon Sect only has one Yuanshen Dao Realm combat power left. If it were replaced in its heyday, he would naturally not be afraid.

But now with the foundation of the Beast Demon Sect, it would be troublesome to provoke another cultivator in the Yuanshen Dao Realm.

At this time, Yan Qingying was exhausted, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

The atmosphere in the secret cave was extremely tense, and everyone was quietly waiting for the decision of the three-headed snake demon.

The three heads of the three-headed snake demon whispered to each other, making a "hissing" sound.

Finally, it snorted coldly, put away the deadly black light column, and the magic power confinement also weakened.

"Hmph, for your sake today, I will spare her life for now."

The three-headed snake demon stared at Yan Qingying fiercely.

"Suppress it for now."

"If Feitianmen dares to make any more moves, I will make them pay with blood!"

After saying that, it flicked its tail, turned around and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

The aura of the Yuanshen Dao realm was withdrawn.

Yan Qingying slowly breathed a sigh of relief, her body swayed slightly, and she almost fell down.

The elders who begged for mercy looked at each other, walked up to Yan Qingying and said.

"Girl, don't be stubborn anymore. When the anger of the snake demon ancestor dissipates, he will naturally be sent back to Feitianmen safely."

Yan Qingying gritted her teeth and said no more. She just looked at the three-headed swallowing python transformed by Gu Qingshu for a long time without saying anything. I don't know what she was thinking. ...

In Feitianmen.

A quiet room, quiet and quiet, with aura.

Ye Yang sat alone. On the table in front of him, there was an ancient yellowed booklet with a few ancient and twisted characters written on it. It was the method of making immortal puppets that Ye Yang had obtained from the Changsheng barrier.

The corners of the scroll were slightly curled up, as if telling the vicissitudes and mystery of the years.

Ye Yang's eyes were focused, and his slender fingers gently stroked the obscure runes and fine words on the scroll.

Sometimes he frowned and fell into deep thought; sometimes he nodded slightly, as if he had realized something.

The futon next to Ye Yang was neatly placed, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with night pearls that emitted soft light, illuminating the entire refining pavilion like daylight.

In another corner of the refining pavilion, an old man in the realm of a real person was tied up and unable to move.

The old man was dressed in a tattered black robe, with messy hair and fear and anger in his eyes. He was the material that Ye Yang had captured in the Changsheng barrier before, and Ye Yang was going to use to practice making immortal puppets.

Ye Yang slowly stood up and walked to the old man, his eyes were like torches, as if he was examining a rare treasure that was about to be carved.

"Daoyou, you have worked hard."

Ye Yang said softly, his voice echoing in the quiet refining pavilion, but there was no ripple.

The old man hurriedly shook his head when he heard Ye Yang say this, wanting to resist, but then he found that his whole body was imprisoned and he could not resist at all.

And Ye Yang began to make seals with his hands, muttering something. With his movements, the surrounding spiritual energy began to surge wildly and gathered towards the old man.

The old man struggled desperately, but it was useless. He could only watch the powerful force envelop him.

While controlling the spiritual energy, Ye Yang carefully guided the spiritual energy to invade the old man's meridians according to the steps of the Immortal Puppet Making Method.

This Immortal Puppet Making Method is very terrifying, and it can transform the living flesh and blood body of the cultivator into a puppet body for its own use.

The stronger the cultivator used to refine the puppet, the more powerful the puppet will be.

"Om--" The spiritual energy finally penetrated the old man's meridians completely, and the old man's originally dull eyes suddenly flashed a glimmer of brilliance, and then returned to dead silence.

Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but his carelessness did not diminish in the slightest.

He knew that this was only the first step, and the next step was the real test.

According to the records of the immortal puppet making method, the next step was to imprint one's own will on the puppet to make it a true "immortal puppet".

Ye Yang closed his eyes, concentrated his mental power, sketched out a series of complex rune patterns in his mind, and then used his own spiritual power as a medium to engrave these runes one by one into the depths of the old man's soul.

This process is extremely time-consuming and mentally exhausting. If there is any mistake, not only will the puppet lose control, but it may also endanger the caster himself.

However, relying on years of practice experience and firm willpower, Ye Yang gradually completed this series of complex and delicate operations.

When the last rune was successfully embedded in the old man's soul, a powerful force burst out instantly.

The old man's body shook violently, and then his eyes opened again, this time full of spiritual breath, as if given new life.

Ye Yang looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He waved his arm gently, and the old man immediately responded to his command, his movements were smooth and free, without any sense of sluggishness.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

Although it was only initially completed, this fairy puppet has already demonstrated amazing strength.

With the continuous infusion of spiritual energy, the old man's breath gradually became disordered, and his skin began to glow with a faint halo, as if he was bearing some kind of huge power

It is not easy to directly transform a cultivator in the Tiangang realm into a puppet body.

Even with Ye Yang's soul that has been transformed into a spirit, fine beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead, but his eyes became more determined and his hands moved faster and faster.

After an unknown period of time, Ye Yang finally completed the last seal.

He let out a long sigh, stared at the old man, and waited for the change to happen. At this moment, the entire refining pavilion was filled with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Gradually, the old man's body stopped trembling, his eyes became empty, and his face, which was originally full of vitality, became like a wooden sculpture.

Ye Yang walked up and gently patted the old man's shoulder. The old man turned around mechanically and obeyed Ye Yang's instructions.

"Success..."

Ye Yang muttered to himself, with a relieved smile on his face.

But he knew that this was only a preliminary success. If he wanted the Immortal Puppet to exert its true power, he needed to do more debugging and improvement.

Ye Yang wanted to test the power of this Immortal Puppet. After he walked out of Feitian Gate, he called the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle.

The Sun Chasing Flying Turtle whistled and flew into the air. Its huge and ferocious body, like a small mountain, had already flown over the territory above Feitian Gate.

When everyone saw this huge Sun Chasing Flying Turtle coming out, they knew that Ye Yang, the swordsman of Feitian Gate, was going out for something.

In the sky, the Sun Chasing Flying Ghost saw Ye Yang coming and lowered his head, very excited.

Ye Yang took the Immortal Guard Puppet and stepped on the carapace of the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle.

"Old buddy, the place we are going to this time is not simple."

Ye Yang stroked the lines on the tortoise shell and whispered.

The Sun Chasing Flying Turtle seemed to understand what he said and let out a low roar.

With a flash of light, a cold light like ice armor flashed on the body of the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle, bringing a gust of wind, rustling the surrounding trees.

It quickly took off into the air, and its speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

After a while, the figures of the flying turtle and Ye Yang disappeared in the sky.

Ye Yang and the Sun Chasing Flying Ghost were flying in the sky, starting from Feitianmen and heading towards the vast East China Sea.

Now the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle has reached the level of Danhua monster. While it is powerful, it is also very fast. It has reached the territory of the Chiyuan Mountains in a short while.

The Chiyuan Mountains have long been built into a stronghold by Feitianmen. The towering peaks are full of solid defense formations and hidden sentries, like an indestructible fortress.

However, Ye Yang did not let the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle stop again, but continued to head towards the East China Sea.

After a while, they arrived at a huge swamp forest. There were towering ancient trees all around, with branches and leaves intertwined. Occasionally, the sunlight shone through the gaps, forming patches of mottled light and shadows on the ground.

The forest was filled with a damp and rotten smell, mixed with the unique fishy smell of monsters, which made people alert.

This area is located at the junction of the northeast end of the Red Moon Mountains and the vast East China Sea. Monsters are everywhere and dangers are lurking everywhere.

Ye Yang knew that in this dangerous place, there was a terrifying golden eagle.

This bird of prey has long been at the level of a Dan-transforming monster, and its wingspan is dozens of feet, its claws are like hooks, and the wind whistles wherever it passes, causing a lot of damage to the Red Moon Mountains. Today, it just happened to be tested on him.

At this moment, this fairy puppet, wearing a black suit, has a strong posture. He doesn't even use any magic power, and walks lightly through the mountains and forests. He looks no different from an ordinary cultivator.

But his face was slightly golden, as if it was made of strange metal and runes, and his body contained powerful spiritual power, like a sleeping giant beast, waiting to be awakened.

As he went deeper, the sound of the wind in the nest of the Wind-Splitting Golden Eagle King became sharper, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Ye Yang could feel that a strong and hostile breath was not far ahead.

At this moment, Ye Yang didn't need to say much.

The Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle had already sensed that breath and rushed forward madly.

After a while, he came to the bottom of a steep cliff. Ye Yang looked up and saw a golden figure of Kuangba faintly in the huge nest at the top of the cliff.

Ye Yang activated the spiritual power of the fairy puppet in his hand.

In an instant, the runes around the fairy puppet flashed, and a majestic power surged out of its body.

The fairy puppet stretched out its body, like a black lightning, and shot towards the top of the cliff.

The Wind-Splitting Golden Eagle King had already noticed the arrival of the uninvited guest.

It let out a deafening cry, and its wings suddenly spread out, bringing a gust of wind that shook the surrounding trees violently.

The eyes of the Golden Eagle King flashed with anger and vigilance, like a pair of burning golden flames, staring straight at the rapidly approaching Immortal Puppet.

The Immortal Puppet took the lead in launching an attack. At this moment, its speed in the air was extremely fast. Its hands turned into sharp blades in an instant, slashing cold light in the air and slashing towards the neck of the Golden Eagle King.

The Golden Eagle King reacted very quickly, dodged sideways, and easily avoided this fierce attack.

Then, its claws stretched out like steel hooks and grabbed the chest of the Immortal Puppet.

The Immortal Puppet shook, and floated back like a ghost, avoiding the fatal grab of the Golden Eagle King.

The two fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell them apart for a while.

The Immortal Puppet relied on its exquisite spiritual power control and powerful physical attacks, and every move was extremely fierce.

The Wind-Splitting Golden Eagle King relied on his innate flying talent and strong physical fitness to flexibly shuttle in the sky, constantly looking for the flaws of the Immortal Puppet.

The battle became more and more intense, and the whole valley was shaken by their power.

The rune light on the Immortal Puppet became more and more dazzling.

The Golden Eagle King screamed angrily, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger. It rushed into the sky, then folded its wings and swooped down towards the Immortal Puppet like a golden meteor.

At the same time, a blazing flame spurted out of its mouth, and this flame swept towards the Immortal Puppet with a strong impact.

The Immortal Puppet was not afraid at all, and its spiritual power condensed around it to form a solid shield.

The flame hit the shield, making a "sizzling" sound, and ripples appeared on the surface of the shield, but it still firmly blocked the impact of the flame.

Just as the Golden Eagle King was about to rush to the Immortal Puppet, the Immortal Puppet suddenly flashed and appeared on the side of the Golden Eagle King, and then punched out, hitting the Golden Eagle King's side abdomen.

The Golden Eagle King was hit by this punch and flew out, hitting the cliff wall heavily.

It struggled to stand up, with a trace of fear in its eyes.

But as the king of this territory, how could it give up easily. It spread its wings again and flew high, and when its wings flapped, countless wind blades shot towards the Immortal Puppet.

Seeing this, the Immortal Puppet quickly formed seals with both hands, and a spiritual power barrier appeared in front of it.

The wind blades hit the barrier, making a series of dense "bang bang" sounds, but they could not break through the barrier.

Taking advantage of the gap between the Golden Eagle King's attacks, the Immortal Puppet launched the final attack.

Its figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment it appeared behind the Golden Eagle King, then hugged the Golden Eagle King's legs with both hands, and suddenly exerted force to smash the Golden Eagle King to the ground.

With a loud bang, the Golden Eagle King was smashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

After struggling for a few times, he could no longer get up.

Ye Yang looked at the scene in front of him, and a feeling of joy surged in his heart.

"It is a very strange method. After being refined into an immortal puppet, although his Tiangang realm cultivation is gone, his magic power has not disappeared."

"It is locked in the flesh, so it burst out with great power." (End of this chapter)