He Ping's whole body tensed up, and he suddenly turned around, 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 Milo knife in his hand, and suddenly he was like a man 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 instantly fell into pieces, flying in all directions like rags.

"wrong!"

He Ping's eyes suddenly tightened, and there was nothing in the torn cloth strips. When the wind blew, they turned into pieces of dancing butterflies. The crisscrossing 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 could think about it carefully, he saw two black shadows suddenly shooting out of the flying green robe.

"hand?"

He Ping took a closer look and realized that they were two arms, with black and golden wooden palms, five slender and graceful hands, lifelike, and they flew 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 the hands of He Ping. 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 both hands flicked the void. Suddenly, the Mi Luo knife 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 are difficult to control are trying to crush the flying ghost hands.

"Chi la" there were several strange sounds, the knife net and the silk strings disintegrated together, the aura of the fragmented ghost hands became 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

Great work!

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

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, the ghostly hands were chasing after him as fast as lightning. The momentum was extremely fierce. 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 deeply 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, are the missiles flying?"

He Ping smacked his tongue as he fell towards the forest. Golden light penetrated the air and split shadows, smashing the surrounding trees into pieces. Countless branches and leaves swayed, sawdust and leaves flew, but he still managed to escape through the gap.

…

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

He Ping landed on the ground like a spring, and stood on tiptoe for a few steps before stopping. Then he shuttled through the forest gaps, even more like a light cat. He was in extremely poor physical condition, and without the help of the "Spider Walking Technique", he would not be able to move easily.

It can't be that agile.

"I don't know where the guy is hiding to keep an eye on me. In order to facilitate the secret surveillance, I didn't bring the wooden mandrill and paper puppets..."

Moving with a large group of puppets would be too ostentatious. 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 location, which was not far from here.

“It’s really useful right now.”

He Ping put more force with one step, lowered his neck and lowered his body, avoiding the branches above his head, and rushed forward like a bolt of lightning.

On the undulating road in the mountain forest, his legs crossed each other quickly and he jumped several times in succession, so fast that his traces were hard 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 the dense mountain forest could he avoid Chi Xinzi and

The pursuit of 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. He must rely on his ears and eyes to detect murderous aura and hostility. 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 Chengzhi.

Unexpectedly, as soon as 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!"

Swinging forward, he shouted loudly, pulled out the Burmese iron knife from his waist, fell from the air, and stabbed 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 still sense the scene 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 demonic power residing in his eyes. His right hand holding the sword and the Burmese iron soft sword in his palm both emitted a different light. .

Buzz…

The blade cut 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, and 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 kind of icy-cold force seeped into his body. He suddenly realized something was wrong, raised his eyes, and saw the faintly changing eyes of Cheng Zhi who fell not far away. , there seemed to be a void flame burning in his eyes.

"What kind of weird magic is this?"

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 magic 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 magic 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 really 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.
Chapter completed!