Chapter 469

Illusion, noumenon?

Zhang Mu really didn't think about this possibility. Although he didn't know whether what tomb blood said was true or false, if so, the existence of tomb blood would be very terrible.

Illusion is noumenon, which shows that he abandoned his physical body and lived purely in the way of spiritual force, or soul. No wonder his spiritual force would be so terrible.

Mental pressure can't compare with him, and physical attack can't cause substantive damage to him.

"What are you thinking?"

Tomb blood suddenly asked this sentence, which made Zhang Mu confused.

"Well, what I said before is still counted. You have lost. Don't you think about it?"

Zhang Mu sneered. He looked at the tomb blood and said, "will you be your corpse puppet?"

"What's wrong?

Strong power, eternal life. Su Rui's kind is just a defective product in the test article. I use very few resources and strength, so his body begins to rot like an ordinary corpse puppet and loses emotion. "

The eyes of tomb blood were bright when Zhang Mu saw it for the first time. Looking at himself was like a fan of a sculpture master who saw an uncut jade.

"But you are different. I will use the best materials and resources for you, such as the best coffin and the origin of the king of ginseng.

Su Rui's own human heart doesn't die at all. In addition, there are few sources to use the king of ginseng when recasting him. Those useless emotions will naturally corrode his body, and because of this, his strength doesn't improve much. "

It turned out that Su Rui was just an experiment in making high-level corpse puppets with tomb blood, but it seemed to have failed. One was that the resources invested in Su Rui were not enough, and the other was that Su Rui was still struggling.

This struggle, there was an accident, and he was also a poor man.

Zhang Mu looked at tomb blood and asked directly, "it sounds very tempting, but as your puppet, you will take my relic at the first time.

If you covet my relic, just say it. It seems that you have retained a lot of bad human character. "

Tomb blood didn't seem to hear the irony in Zhang Mu's mouth, and continued to persuade, "your body and soul are kept intact for you. Isn't that enough?"

"But I don't have the freedom of will. I'm just an advanced puppet. Is it necessary to outline so attractive?"

Seeing Zhang Mu's resolute attitude, tomb blood shook his head with regret and said slowly, "it's only a matter of time before you become my puppet. Of course, if your soul resists, this work will naturally have defects, and there will be a key gap between it and the perfect art I want to make.

That's why I advise you and show you my power, but if you don't want to, I have to take you as the object of an experiment and pave the way for the next perfect work. "

It turned out that everything tomb blood did now was for Zhang Mu to become his corpse puppet voluntarily.

Originally, he just wanted to annex the capital of Ordos, rough make the human beings in it and re cast them into a part of his corpse puppet army, but when he saw Zhang Mu again, he had other thoughts.

Zhang Mu was very special and made rapid progress. He was so surprised that he was finally determined as the most suitable test object by tomb blood.

"As for the spiritual treasure in your brain, if it is absorbed by you, it's OK. If it hasn't been fully absorbed by you, I'll take it out and use other resources to supplement your lost strength."

Hearing the words of tomb blood, Zhang Mu despised it more. He had already seen the real purpose of tomb blood.

"Whatever you say, I advise you to die.

It's high sounding. Think about it for me everywhere. When you really become your corpse puppet, that's your power. Of course you won't lose your power. What a joke! "

Bang!

At this time, hachimu suddenly split the spiritual space of the king of ginseng and freed his hand to help the evolutionist team that had begun to collapse.

As soon as the battle axe phantom fell, the power of the third-order strong suddenly burst out. It was hachimu's full blow, directly targeting five era agent merchants fighting with human evolutionists and completely grinding them into meat mud.

King Shen looked at the tomb blood with an apologetic look on his face and quickly released a new spiritual space to bind hachimu. However, with hachimu's increasingly brave momentum, the time to stop him this time will be greatly reduced.

This is also a major disadvantage after the king abandoned his body. His close combat ability is very weak, especially now he has not fully integrated into Su Liang's body, and his attack means are limited to mental power.

Although his mental power can affect hachimu, the effect is not very significant.

Hachiki's anger and war spirit are the source of his strength.

Now hachimu is tired of being bound by the king's spiritual world for a long time.

"What a waste!"

Tomb blood glanced at the ginseng king who was fully focused on controlling the spiritual space. His negligence just now made the alternation of the two old and new spiritual spaces not handled well, which led ha Chimu to release his overbearing third-order attack to another war situation and completely pull back the original one-sided situation.

The loss of agent merchants in five eras not only gave the tightly oppressed evolutionist team a chance to breathe, but those who spare their hands quickly helped others.

Originally, the number of human evolutionists was dominant. Now when hachimu was stirred, the balance of victory has slowly tilted to human beings.

"How to say, I should not lose now.

Even if I am weak, I will not fight for you, but awesome comrades will lose you.

Tomb blood glanced at the battle situation in the distance and found that it was indeed wrong. His remaining 13 era agent merchants had been forced to defend together, and the king of ginseng was quickly broken through because he was used to attack by hachimu.

"Then, don't play."

Muttering this sentence to himself, Zhang Mu's tomb blood illusion suddenly flashed an uncertain light, and the blood lines on his face began to flow greatly.

At the same time, when those corpse puppets with the face of tomb blood in the early stage of the second stage attacked on one side, the lines on the face began to change the same.

Zhang Mu found that the spiritual pressure that had suppressed him disappeared in an instant. He immediately blasted the spiritual attack back.

But when his mental attack hit the tomb blood illusion, he was directly blocked out!

What the hell is he going to do!

It's like some kind of evil ceremony is about to begin.

Although he didn't know what tomb blood was doing, his intuition told him that he must interrupt the weird ceremony.

But no matter how Zhang Mu uses mental attack, magic or blood vine lotus, he has not caused any damage to tomb blood!

Can't interrupt!

However, the blood on the faces of the tomb blood and corpse puppet Legion surged more rapidly, trickling down from their necks, following a specific track and flowing to their bodies, as if painting something.

Looking at the tomb blood in front of him and the strange corpse puppet army in the distance, Zhang Mu's trembling sense of absolute crisis began to appear.

Every time this feeling comes up, there will be a danger of death!

At this time, all the corpse puppet legions continued to attack the red flame wolf riding, but there was no God in their eyes and they were talking, but they couldn't hear what they were saying.

The whole sky darkened with the action of tomb blood, and the dark clouds from nowhere oppressed everyone present.

Tomb blood slowly stretched his hands and looked up at the sky. Strangely, he began to repeat a sentence, just like the lamas in the western regions reciting scriptures. His voice was extremely sharp.

"The soul returns."

The people were frightened to find that at this time, they understood the voice of the corpse puppets.

These corpse puppets mechanically repeated the four words "my soul returns". Different from tomb blood, their voice was very low.

"The soul returns."

"My soul is one!"

Tomb blood read out a sentence sharply, and his corpse puppet followed a deep sentence.

"The soul returns."

"My soul is one!"

"The soul returns."

"My soul is one!"

The dark clouds over the heads of the people were getting lower and lower, and the voices of the corpse puppet Legion and tomb blood were sharp and deep, as if they were talking.

More and more urgent, more and more frightening!

Finally, it was quiet.

Tomb blood lowered his head, faced the crowd and slowly opened his eyes.

There are no pupils in his eyes! No white eyes!

Full of

Red blood!

At the last moment, his voice suddenly rose a key!

"Come back!"