Chapter eight hundred and thirty first hell puppet
Feng Feiyun shook his head, condensed a golden silkworm pill and gave it to Mao Wugui.
Then he turned it over and squeezed it on its white belly, forcing out most of the spring water.
The turtle spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and the skin on his body returned to white. Then he slowly stood up and said, "There is poison in the spring water. I don't know which turtle grandson did it. It almost killed me." Life."
Feng Feiyun walked along the crack in the wood. Not long after walking, a tentacle flew out, like a huge human claw.
Feng Feiyun unfolded the phoenix evil fire and turned into a huge phoenix claw, forcing the tentacle back.
"The ancient celestial tree is the most sacred object, how could it become like this? It's as gloomy as a coffin... a coffin..."
Feng Feiyun and Mao Wugui stopped almost at the same time, their expressions became strange, and they actually did not dare to go any further.
silence.
Deathly silence.
After a long time, Mao Wugui said again: "I think... we really should leave. This is not a place where little scum like us can wander in at will."
"簌猌."
Strange sounds sounded, giving people a creepy feeling.
Feng Feiyun unfolded all five domains, summoned the Heavenly Essence Bing Dan, alerted the surroundings, and said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."
"Boom."
A large piece of tentacles spurted out from the crack in the giant tree, pressing over with a cold force, like the hand of the god of death.
Feng Feiyun held up the Phoenix Vulcan Realm, and a sea of fire flew out of his body and counterattacked, hoping to use the power of flames to burn these tentacles.
But these tentacles were endless, and a large number of tentacles surged behind Feng Feiyun, blocking his retreat.
If you stand in the void and look at it from a distance, you will see countless tentacles escaping from every gap on the huge wood, like a pile of black ink, rushing towards Feng Feiyun.
"The escape route is completely blocked. We can only move forward, not retreat." Mao Wugui stood on Feng Feiyun's shoulder and shouted loudly, looking high-spirited.
"Then why don't you take action?"
Seven phoenixes appeared around Feng Feiyun's body, guarding the seven directions. Beasts were galloping on his arms, breaking countless tentacles, and slowly walked towards the depths of the wood.
"Hey, I've been under witchcraft. I can only take action twice in a thousand years. The two opportunities in this thousand years have been used up. I can only wait another thousand years."
Mao Wugui smiled awkwardly, and then said: "But I have already deduced what these tentacles are. They are probably the legendary hell fog. This ancient bronze ship may have been to the legendary hell."
"hell."
Feng Feiyun's heart sank. Didn't he just meet this ancient bronze ship on the Huangquan Road? Could it be that he had really been to hell?
Mao Wugui looked very relaxed and said with a smile: "Only the blood of the Holy Spirit can break through the hell fog. All other methods can only temporarily resist it. If we can't break through, we may be swallowed up by the hell fog and die."
"That's not necessarily true. There may be something that can collect the hell fog."
Feng Feiyun took out the Tianyi ghost bottle while fighting.
This ghost bottle is a sacred object of the underworld. It was originally in the hands of Yao Ji, the mother of the underworld. However, because the ghost bottle contained part of the evil corpse of the King of Hell, for fear of an accident, this ghost bottle has always been in the hands of Yao Ji, the mother of the underworld. Suppressed by the wind and the clouds.
The origin of this ghost bottle is not trivial. It was left behind by a mysterious figure.
According to Yao Ji, that mysterious figure is the one who established the Yin world and the Yang world.
However, the Yin and Yang realms of the Shenjin Dynasty seemed to be connected to another, broader world. That mysterious figure had gone to the depths of that world and never returned.
Feng Feiyun will definitely have to dig out the secrets of the Shenjin Dynasty in the future.
He always felt that that world was not simple, and maybe there was a big secret hidden there.
The ghost bottle was sacrificed by Feng Feiyun, and the endless regional fog was collected into the bottle.
The ghost patterns and black light on the ghost bottle were actually activated by the regional fog, exuding increasingly stronger ghost energy. This was a terrifying breath, more powerful than the breath of tenth-grade spiritual weapons. Countless times.
In the ghost bottle, the corpse of the King of Hell screamed, "Hell fog, hell fog, Feng Feiyun, you actually want to use the hell fog to refine me."
Half of the corpse of the King of Hell was refined and absorbed by the female demon when she broke through the fifth corpse transformation. Now there is only a head and a heart left in the ghost bottle, but they are also the two most important parts of the evil corpse, condensed The essence of most of the evil corpse.
"The refined one is you."
Feng Feiyun put all his spiritual energy into the ghost bottle. The light of the ghost bottle became more powerful, and all the surrounding regional fog was absorbed into it.
The screams of the evil corpse of the King of Hell were even louder, and they violently collided with the ghost bottle.
Feng Feiyun sat in the gap between the giant trees, intending to completely eliminate the future troubles and use the hell fog to completely refine the head and heart of the King of Hell.
"You haven't practiced the Great Puppet Technique, so why don't you use the hell fog to condense a hell puppet, and just use the head and heart of the King of Hell to shape its soul." Mao Wugui said.
“Nice note.”
Feng Feiyun launched the "Great Puppet Technique" and began to condense the hell puppet with hell fog.
For a puppet master, in order to condense a powerful puppet, he actually needs the best materials. Obviously, Hell Fog is an excellent material. With the rotten air of hell, the puppets condensed have great room for improvement.
The head and heart of the King of Hell have long been tamed by the regional fog and have become docile.
There is a lot of fog in the ghost bottle, and the fog is constantly squeezed and condensed. When it is squeezed within a radius of ten feet, it has turned into a liquid, like black ink, with extremely high concentration.
If you throw a spiritual weapon into it, it will be instantly decayed into slag.
Only vessels such as the Tianyi Ghost Bottle can carry the hell fog.
"Hell fog has turned into hell water, which is comparable to the water of the underworld. It can melt all things in the world. Haha, since ancient times, no one has been able to use 'hell fog' to condense puppets. Once it is condensed, it will definitely swallow the sky and the earth. Who will do it then?" No one can stop it." Mao Wugui was very excited and looked forward to the hell puppet.
The appearance of things from hell in the human world is inherently unacceptable, and it is difficult to suppress them using the methods of the human world.
"In the Middle Ages, a man with great supernatural powers went to hell, brought out some underworld and ghost stones, and condensed a hell puppet. After that hell puppet grew up, he dared to challenge the Holy Spirit, which caused A catastrophe eventually led to the siege of all the major clans, and it took hundreds of years to suppress them."
"But that person with great supernatural powers is practicing Tao Puppetry. In terms of the level of Puppetry, the Great Puppetry you practice is one level higher than Tao Puppetry. In the future, the height that hell puppets can reach will be higher."
Feng Feiyun continues to condense the hell water, compressing the regional water of ten feet into nine feet, eight feet, seven feet...
In the end, the hell water condensed to about three liters, which was blacker than carbon slag, icy cold, and extremely cold.
Feng Feiyun melted the head and heart of the King of Hell into it, and the hell water that was originally liquid began to solidify.
At this time, Feng Feiyun's movements became faster and faster, driving 360 marks into the hell water in succession, targeting the 360 vital points of the human body.
"Condensation."
Based on the head and heart of the King of Hell, the hell water began to condense into human shapes, eyes, nose, lips, ears, arms, chest, legs...
Finally, it condensed into a five-meter-tall man, with three heads and six arms. His whole body was dark, extremely cold, and sinister, like an evil god descending into the world.
The hell puppet condenses into shape.
It had been a long time since he had such an overdraft of spiritual energy as he did now, and he felt like his whole body had been drained.
Feng Feiyun let out a long breath, held the two wormhole spiritual stones in his hands, and quickly restored the consumed spiritual energy. After a while, it returned to its full strength.
"I want to see how strong the hell puppet is."
Feng Feiyun took the ghost bottle back into his hand and poured the hell puppet out of it.
"boom."
The hell puppet suddenly fell to the ground, and the coldness on its body was so strong that it completely froze the surrounding wood and formed a layer of ice.
An evil energy surged from its body, sweeping across the sky and the earth. The impact was extremely huge and had the potential to sweep across all directions.
It is five meters tall, its legs are like black copper pillars, its tiger body is flowing with black brilliance, and it has six arms, each of which is thicker than an ordinary person's thigh.
It has three heads, which are ferocious and strange. One of the heads is like a Buddha, with a Buddha pattern printed on the center of the eyebrow. The Buddha pattern flows with golden light and has a glaring and angry face, like a terrifying evil Buddha.
The second head is like a dragon's head, with dragon-like teeth, dragon horns, dragon whiskers, and scales. It looks even weirder and looks like an evil dragon at first glance.
The third head is like a phoenix, with a dark red phoenix crown on top of its head, a long and sharp mouth, its head is covered with black feathers, its eyes are like cold pools, and it can spit fire when it opens its mouth.
There are three heads, each one several times larger than a normal person, quite terrifying and ferocious.
Feng Feiyun stood under the hell puppet and could only reach its waist. Feng Feiyun's body was not as thick as its thighs.
Mao Wugui was already dumbfounded. He was stunned for a long time and said: "I...why do I feel something is wrong? What is this? The evil spirit of hell. Why do I feel like the king of hell crawled out of hell?"
Feng Feiyun also felt a little weird, touched his chin and said: "I also feel something is wrong, but my thoughts at that time were like this all my life, and they naturally condensed into this, with three heads and six arms, and invincible supernatural powers."
At this time, the hell puppet was facing Feng Feiyun with the head of the evil Buddha. It gave him the feeling that an evil Buddha was carrying an evil dragon and an evil phoenix on his back. It was really shocking.
Mao Wugui swallowed hard and said: "I bet this guy will shock the world in the future and become an evil thing that everyone is afraid of. But since he has just been born now, his combat power should not be too abnormal."
"boom."
The Hell Puppet punched out, creating a huge crater on the giant tree. Rotten wood flew in all directions. The whole world seemed to be shaking, and a thundering roar came from its mouth.
Mao Wugui took two steps back, sat down on the ground, and said dumbfounded again: "Pretend I didn't say what you just said."