Chapter five hundred and ninety third recovery puppet
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Several monsters roared, jumped out of a cliff, and were about to escape to the distance.
Swallowing!
Several streams of light flashed from the sky, and blood splattered. Before several monsters could even scream, they were cut into two pieces, and blood splattered.
Bang bang bang!
Broken bodies fell to the ground.
In the air, Zhang Yang was floating in the air, his face calm.
Immediately afterwards, the sleeves shook and several puppets were sacrificed.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
The puppet made of rock giants as the model fell heavily on the ground, with a red light flashing in her eyes, and she bowed to salute Zhang Yang.
"Owner!"
"Open a cave here!"
“Yes, Master!”
Several rock giants agreed, waved their big hands and began to dig the rocks.
The strongest puppets have the strength of the true immortal level, ordinary puppets, and earth immortal level. In their eyes, these rocks are as soft as tofu.
The rocks cut were collected into the object ring with your arms waving like a windmill. After filling them, you only need to blink your eyes to throw them away in the distance and go back and forth.
In a moment, a large cave had been dug.
"Stay at the gate and kill all enemies close to me!" Zhang Yang's face was cold and he gave an order.
“Yes, Master!”
Several rock giants agreed, their eyes flashed red, and they stood at the door.
Zhang Yang had no doubt about their loyalty at all. However, thinking about the feeling of being spying not long ago, I felt a little uneasy.
The strength of these puppets is simply too weak. In front of real enemies, they may not even be able to block the enemy's time. Their function is to shock some low-level monsters and prevent them from coming in to interrupt their own cultivation.
Thinking of this, I waved my sleeves.
Buzzing-
Amid the buzzing sounds, nearly three thousand silver-winged demon ants formed a huge black cloud.
These three thousand silver-winged demon ants swallowed a large number of nine-colored thunder balls in the Thunder Pool of Wanlei Mountain, and then entered a state of sleep. They just woke up two days ago.
After waking up, their size grew a lot, reaching the size of a washbasin. Moreover, their bodies, which were originally pitch black, were covered with silver lightning-shaped patterns.
When he flew away, there was a faint thunder and lightning, and the speed was many times faster than before.
"go!"
Zhang Yang's spiritual consciousness moved. The black cloud flashed and penetrated under the ground outside the cave and disappeared.
Zhang Yang then felt a little relieved.
At his level, the formations usually arranged temporarily can no longer serve as a protective effect.
Of course, there are also some formations at the level of creation artifacts, and the effects are also excellent. Zhang Yang just didn't have the chance to get them.
As for spending a lot of effort and hard work to arrange the formations. On the one hand, Zhang Yang is not good at the method of formations, so he may not arrange them well. On the other hand, he is just a temporary place to settle down, not a cave for a long time. It is really unnecessary.
Therefore, the spirit insects and puppets they carry with them become very important protective treasures.
After making these arrangements, Zhang Yang entered the cave and made it cross-legged on a stone couch.
With a flash of finger, the power of space fluctuated. The puppet that flew over from the eighteen puppet formation appeared in front of him.
With a straight waist and beautiful appearance, Qiao Qiaoran is standing there. If it weren't for the profound cultivation, how could it be seen that this was just a puppet?
The sleeves waved again.
Bang!
A figure fell to the ground, it was Fu Ming's uncle.
His face was pale and his breath was unstable. However, when he saw Zhang Yang, he didn't care about these things and immediately knelt on the ground with a respectful and fearful face.
"Please spare your life, senior! If you have any young man who can serve his senior, you will definitely die!"
Fu Ming was smart. He knew that Zhang Yang killed several other companions on the battlefield on the spot, but he was left behind and brought here from thousands of miles away. It must be useful to get him.
"Well, you are more tactful. Let me ask you, how did you come from, a puppet? To be honest, there is no possibility of hiding it at all." Zhang Yang asked directly.
"If you are senior, this puppet is one of the eighteen puppet formations that the little one has refined. The eighteen puppet formations are obtained by the little one when they were adventuring in an ancient battlefield ruins before they were promoted to Earth Immortal. It was really a small opportunity. After spending half of their life to refine them successfully. If the senior one wants this kind of technique, the little one can offer it immediately."
Therefore, the name obviously believes that Zhang Yang's interest is on the Eighteen Puppet Formation.
Zhang Yang nodded and said:
"Where did you get the mother body that refines this puppet?"
Fu Ming was a little stunned and thought to himself, could the woman who was refined into a puppet by him be the junior of this powerful man?
If this is the case, I will be in some trouble.
Fortunately, even if they are really connected, they will definitely not be too close.
After hesitating, seeing Zhang Yang's face unhappy, he quickly spoke:
"If you are senior, the mother body of this puppet was originally a casual cultivator. He was just a cultivator in the early stage of the tribulation. He went back and forth in the fairy world and was encountered by a young man, so he was refined into a puppet."
Fu Ming knew that this kind of thing could not be hidden, so he chose to speak out, and while speaking, he looked at Zhang Yang's face.
Zhang Yang's face was calm, but he was a little surprised. He was a little puzzled that Shangguan Moer had actually reached the tribulation stage and ascended to the fairy world. It seemed that he had some chance.
However, the fairy world is not as beautiful as people in the cultivation world imagine, but is even more dangerous.
A monk who had just ascended to pass the tribulation was worse than the casual cultivators who grew up in the fairy world. Without his own cave and no place to settle down, he was surfing around in the fairy world. It was like a child surviving in a forest full of beasts. It would be a miracle that he could survive.
It is just that Shangguan Mo'er is less lucky. If he is more lucky, he will be accepted as a maid or as a furnace for practicing qigong.
"Do you have a way to revive this puppet's nature?" Zhang Yang asked with his eyes raised.
When Fu Ming heard this, he hesitated for a moment.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang didn't say much and raised his hand.
puff!
The light blade flashed, and a large cutting technique directly cut off Fu Ming's arm.
"ah!"
Fu Ming stopped just as he screamed, sweating profusely, and still held back and knelt on the ground.
"Senior, please calm down! The young man has the technique of resurrecting this puppet, but the resurrection technique is quite laborious, so the young man has hesitated. Please calm down your anger!" (To be continued)
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Chapter completed!