"Yao Ye, don't even think about running away today!" Li Qingming stared at Yao Ye and his puppets with an indifferent expression.
"I should be the one to say this to you!" Yaoye's eyes flashed, and he raised his big hand to the sky, waving upward slightly.
The saint puppet below opened his eyes in an instant, and two cold corpse auras spurted out from his eyes, running crazily towards Li Qingming's face.
"Hmph, what a trick!" Li Qingming snorted coldly, and his soul entered his body instantly.
The surging blood energy shot out into the sky along with the flashing Qiankun Cauldron. A huge beam of light surged inside the Qiankun Cauldron, shattering the sky.
"Saint? Have you achieved the state of a saint?" Everyone watching the battle from a distance was confused because they felt the pressure of the saint from Li Qingming's body.
Although the place was filled with the aura of the saint's puppet, the quasi-sages still sensed a certain aura overflowing from Li Qingming's body.
"when!"
The dark green corpse gas sprayed directly onto the Qiankun Cauldron, making a crisp sound. The terrifying sound waves trembled at a frequency invisible to the naked eye, causing the sky to crack.
"You also have a taste of my attack!" Li Qingming withstood the bombardment of the saint's puppet, and gently touched his left hand with his right hand, and the clumsy demon refining pot appeared out of thin air.
"Duh!"
With a slight scolding, he opened his mouth and spit out a shining character, which was extremely dazzling, and sprayed it on the demon refining pot.
The Demon Refining Pot instantly rose into the air, glittering and translucent, and quickly grew from the size of a palm to the size of a palm. In the blink of an eye, it stood under the sky, a hundred feet high, with brilliant silver light and natural charm.
"Buzzing, rumbling..."
The top of the demon refining pot was in mid-air, shaking rapidly, and a tsunami-like sound came from it. The sound was so loud that it made people's ears buzz.
The demon refining pot is gleaming. Although it is made of brass, it exudes a luster like colorful glass, and the blazing Lihuo flames inside are clearly visible.
"Clang!"
Li Qingming touched the sky with one hand, and the lid of the colorful demon refining pot suddenly slid open.
In an instant, crimson fire shot up into the sky, and the terrifying high temperature scorched the sky. The virtual objects falling in the sky turned into water vapor before they even hit the ground and were evaporated.
Then, a piece of blazing Nanming Lihuo slipped from the spout, like a Milky Way falling into the world, pouring down, and the majestic energy swept towards Yaoye.
"Get up!" Yaoye's eyes were cold and he pointed a finger at the saint's puppet. The saint's puppet, which was about ten feet tall, rose into the air and stood majestically in front of him, its aura covering all the heavens and worlds.
This is the saint of the past, who once stood above all living beings. Although he is just a dead corpse and a puppet now, he must have been so powerful and powerful in the chaotic universe back then.
"Corpse Qi Transformation Seal!" Yaoye's fingertips flashed with light, his lips slightly opened, and a voice that sounded like a yellow bell echoed through the sky.
"Buzz!"
The saint's puppet's aura surged, and he wore dark green Taoist robes.
He stepped out in the void, and the corpse energy rising from his body turned into a huge mountain and river seal, blooming with dazzling brilliance. The mountains and rivers were vast and vigorous, and the fierce flames pressed towards the demon refining pot in mid-air.
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"Qiang!"
The great seal of corpse energy was like a mountain, immobilizing the Lihuo divine flames that filled the sky, and struck straight on the demon refining pot, making a sound like the sound of heaven from the great avenue, distant and terrifying.
Many quasi-sages with lower cultivation levels in the distance heard about this life, and they all covered their heads in pain and howled.
The terrifying sound seemed to ring in their ears, hitting their hearts hard, making their ears rumbling and their headaches unbearable.
But it is a pity that this attack of the Saint Puppet is not obvious.
If Li Qingming was still the same Li Qingming before, he would probably be hit half to death with just this one blow. But now he is different from before. He has completely refined the spirit of all worlds. The soul of this deity has entered his body and cultivated his power.
It has even been promoted to the peak of the early stage of sainthood.
Just one blow could not bring any substantial harm to Li Qingming.
"boom!"
The demon refining pot was slightly swayed by the large seal of corpse energy, and then a more powerful counterattack began.
I saw monstrous flames like a waterfall, and the more intense gray Lihuo fell from the demon refining pot and rolled towards the saint puppet.
The gray-brown brilliance filled the sky, dyeing the blue sky gray.
"ah!"
The Saint Puppet let out a loud shout, advanced instead of retreating, and rushed into the sea of fire alone. Dark green corpse energy wrapped around the palm of his hand and began to rotate, like a millstone, constantly hitting the waves of the sea of fire.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of harsh sounds resounded throughout the world, and the saint puppet mechanically swung its palms, just like the Buddha twirling his fingers. His whole body was shining brightly, and he would not let Li Huo get close to him.
The outside world was filled with fire and golden light soaring into the sky. The terrifying power made everyone watching the battle tremble with fear.
When a few breaths passed and Lihuo dissipated, revealing the saint's puppet in the sea of fire, all the quasi-sages in the distance were startled.
I saw that there seemed to be a little more sparkle in the eyes of this saint puppet.
Then, he began to scream crazily, and the majestic corpse energy in his body was shrinking inward little by little, and the divine light in his eyes became clearer and brighter.
"Oh, damn it, you all deserve to die...Kill! Kill! Kill!"
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"What the hell, corpse transformed? Resurrected?"
"Isn't that right? Wasn't this guy turned into a puppet?"
"Senior Yin said he was made from the corpse of a saint. Could it be that this corpse gave birth to spiritual intelligence?"
This is simply too shocking! If the soul is destroyed and the soul no longer exists, then no matter how powerful you are, it already represents complete demise.
But what's going on?
Just summoned a corpse puppet and beat it for a while, and the corpse started talking nonsense, and even learned to contain the corpse energy in the body?
Are you kidding me?
However, what the quasi-sages did not notice was.
On the other side, Yaoye, who was trying hard to control the saint's puppet inside the mask, looked very ugly, and could even be described as pale as paper.
He looked at his hands blankly and murmured: "I lost control, I lost control..."
A moment later, he almost gnashed his teeth and roared: "Damn Xuankong, you damn dare to trick me! If I survive this catastrophe, I will definitely pull out your soul and burn it for hundreds of millions of years! Like this!
, to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Hearing this, Lord Buddha and Posuo behind Yaoye looked at each other, and both saw a trace of confusion in each other's eyes...
Compared with them, Li Qingming, who was involved in the battlefield, felt deeper.
When he first saw this saint puppet, to be honest, he was quite frightened. But after these two confrontations, except for the first blow, which was a bit stiff, the rest, especially the action of slapping the fire wave, looked very much like one.
Lively people!
Yes, a real person!
Therefore, Li Qingming deliberately put away the demon refining pot and did not attack, but quietly looked at the saint puppet in front of him who was gradually regaining his consciousness.
The Saint Puppet seemed to have realized something. Seeing that Li Qingming no longer attacked, he simply sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes and began to recover with all his strength. (To be continued.)