"I said, the old ghost in ancient times..."

"Can you stop calling me the old ghost? If you keep calling me like that, I will really become a ghost."

A weak voice interrupted Tian Wuyun's question. Gu Yi opened his eyes, looking tired, and looked very injured, but his eyes were filled with a soft light, as if he could tolerate everything.

At this time, he was completely different from the naughty old man who first came here, but even at this moment, he still blinked his eyes.

Seeing Gu Yi's appearance, Tian Wuyun's originally arrogant voice unconsciously lowered a few tones. After all, Gu Yi was injured for everyone, "How are you injured?"

"Haha, I can't die!" Gu Yi laughed cheerfully, then said, "But if you wait like this, it's really not a solution. The other party obviously did not send a large number of masters here this time, otherwise we wouldn't have to surround us. However, the Demon Lord of the Death and the Demon Lord of the Evil Yin are both masters in the Nascent Soul Stage. In addition, the Demon Cultivator's martial arts are strange, and the same cultivator is their opponent. With a sand demon, it's really hard for us to have a chance to win this time."

"After saying that, it's all a death, is there no other way?" Tian Wuyun rolled his eyes when he heard Gu Yi's words, because what he said was equivalent to not saying it.

"There is one way!"

“What is it?”

Then, a puppet doll appeared in Gu Yi's hand. The doll was wearing thick armor, iron boots, and bronze skin, as if it was a mighty general in the world, especially those eyes and pairs of angry eyebrows, who were powerful without anger.

Even the moment the general took out the doll, a feeling of slaughter suddenly filled the entire cave. Everyone seemed to be in a golden sword and iron horse, and endless shouts came one after another.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

It seemed like there were thousands of troops shouting in the cave, the sound was like thunder, and the power of the sky was descending.

Suddenly, some low-level disciples could not bear the endless murderous intent, and spurted out blood and hurriedly adjusted their breathing and meditated to resist the murderous intent.

Not only the low-level disciples, Tian Wuyun and Lan Qingfeng looked at the puppet doll that year. They immediately felt like they entered a solemn battlefield. The sky was filled with clouds and thunder, and countless strange beasts roared in it. The ground was full of galloping horses, and the rolling wolf smoke swept through thousands of miles. Suddenly, the sky seemed to be a one-day general, wearing armor, like the doll, holding a spear in one hand, commanding the people on the ground. Suddenly, it seemed that he saw Tian Wuyun, staring at Tian Wuyun with an angry eyebrows, and threw a spear at him.

Seeing the spear thrown over, Tian Wuyun felt that he had no choice but to resist at all. He suddenly couldn't resist. When he saw the spear, he was about to stab him. Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from that day and pulled himself out.

When he came to his senses, Tian Wuyun realized that he had returned to this ancient kiln. Looking around, everything was as usual. The golden swords and iron horses just now were like smoke and clouds.

Gu Yi looked at him with a smile. It was him who took action just now, otherwise Tian Wuyun would have been hurt.

Looking at Lan Qingfeng next to him, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out in his palms unconsciously, which made him feel a little scared. When facing the Demon Lord of the Death and the Demon Emperor of Sand Demon, he never felt this way.

"What a terrible murderous aura and fighting spirit!"

Tian Wuyun murmured to himself, looking at the puppet doll in Gu Yi's hand with a serious look.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? It's so powerful?" Lan Qingfeng couldn't help asking.

"This is left by a god-transformed senior, with a trace of his artistic conception in it." As he said, Gu Yi's face showed a look of reverence.

"It's actually a magic weapon with the artistic conception of a god-transforming monk..." Tian Wuyun took a deep breath.

The biggest difference between a god-transforming monk and a Nascent Soul monk is that a god-transforming monk can already understand the way of heaven and understand his own heaven-transforming monk's artistic conception. The battle of a god-transforming monk is no longer a duel between magic, but involves more profound magic and can activate the power of heaven and earth. It can often turn over rivers and seas, move mountains and fill the seas, which are powerful.

"From the artistic conception just now, is it possible that the senior transforming gods understand the artistic conception about 'war'?" Lan Qingfeng not only said.

"Not bad!" Gu Yi smiled slightly, "I met this god-turned-age senior by chance, and had some connection with him. When this senior succeeded in transforming into a god, he gave me a puppet doll, which left a trace of his artistic conception. I hope that when I break through the Nascent Soul in the future, I can use this 'war' artistic conception to break the bottleneck and reach the sky in one step." After saying this, Gu Yi's expression became a little fanatical.

Transforming a god can be said to be the dream of every monk throughout his life.

After a pause, Gu Yi continued: "In addition to using the help of experiencing the artistic conception, this puppet doll can also help me escape the disaster during my great disaster. The artistic conception in this puppet doll can fight against the enemy once. There is no one to stop cultivators with cultivation below the God Transformation Stage."

Hearing this, Tian Wuyun's face showed a look of surprise. The Demon Lord of the Demon Sect and the Demon Lord of the Demon Sect were both in the Nascent Soul stage cultivation. Although the Demon used to be transformed into a god, it was absolutely impossible to restore his former cultivation within a hundred years. It was just that the magic tricks were strange, so it was quite difficult to deal with it.

In other words, none of the other party has the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage. As long as you rely on the puppet doll's artistic conception of the God Transformation Stage, it is enough to deal with these three people.

But Lan Qingfeng on the opposite side showed no surprise on his face. He said lightly: "I'm afraid that if I want to stimulate the artistic conception in this puppet, what should I do? Otherwise, why did you take it out until now?"

As soon as these words were said, Tian Wuyun immediately realized that if this puppet doll was so powerful, why did Gu Yi take it out now?

There is only one reason: "Unable to use."

Otherwise, Gu Yi would never have been injured like this, and he still had this thing hidden.

Living is the most important thing. Even if you have lost your life, what else can you talk about improving your cultivation?

The ancient one laughed, "Lan Qingfeng, you are right. This puppet doll is really impossible to trigger. The senior who transformed the gods said that the "war" that he realized was different from ordinary people. If you want to trigger it, you must have someone with the same physique as him, and use the spiritual consciousness of this person as the guide to it."

"Then what is the physique of this senior?"

"The violent body!"

"What!"

When they heard these four words, both of them took a breath. There are various alien constitutions in the world. It is said that some constitutions are born with special eyes, while others will have strange ears, while others will have hands, feet, or other parts of the body. This violent body is also a type of alien constitution.

But the strangeness of this physique is not the strength of his body, but the emotions.
Chapter completed!