nine coffins

Chapter 184 Soul Dance Puppet (for collection)
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As a soul-level monk, Fuhunzi is no stranger to the wild soul secret realm.Fuhunzi also personally sent many monks to the wild soul secret realm to practice.

But the ancient battle spirit is a legendary existence, and Fuhunzi only knows a thing or two from the ancient books of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

However, he knows what the ancient war spirit means!
Each of the ten desolate and war spirits is equivalent to a soul-level monk.This kind of power is enough to traverse the Northern Wilderness.The exuberant fighting spirit is like the wind, and the ancient atmosphere spreads for hundreds of miles.And this is just a simple leak, not deliberate.

There was no wave in Amu Gujing, standing between ten black war spirits.His white robe is like snow, but black flames are rising all over his body, like black flowers in full bloom.

At this moment, Amu is the king of these fighting spirits.

"Thousands of years ago, the ancient times were endless, and the various races in the three realms fought, and the sky was stained with blood! There is an unwilling and unyielding soul, who dies and never dies, and does not enter reincarnation. It is the fighting spirit of the ancient times!"

Amu's voice is long and vicissitudes, as if it came from eternity, because it is the memory of the God of War.Between Amu's eyebrows, the imprint of the ancient lamp of the soul of war gradually emerged.

A mass of red flames danced between his eyebrows, which was the sacred object of the strong man who ruled the world.

Fu Hunzi's expression was already serious, and his gray clothes and long hair were hunting around.At this time, the soul-level intermediary Dzogchen monk really regarded Amu as an opponent.

"This kind of method is not in vain for what I have been waiting for for 40 years!" Fuhunzi said at this time that his hands were bluffing, his gray robe was billowing, and he was ready to make a real move.

But at this time, Amu's eyes changed suddenly, the left eye was magical, the right eye was magical, and the red and black pupils appeared.

It turned out that there was a silver thread connecting the ten puppets between Fuhunzi's ten fingers.

It's a pity that Amu fell into a coma during the Beihan Rebellion's battle against the Ninth Elder of the Immortal Ghost Sect, otherwise Amu would definitely think of the Ninth Elder's Hundred Ghost Corpse Formation.

With the same origin, the puppet technique of the three elders is quite similar to the ghost corpse formation of the nine elders.

History is really similar sometimes.Back then, Thousand Soul Dance was against Hundred Ghost Corpse Formation, but tonight Amu was going to use Ten Soul Dance against Fuhunzi's puppet technique.

It's just that the soul that Amu dances is not the soul of a monk, but the soul of the ancient war.

This is a soul-level battle.

Liuzhen was gloomy, and ghosts were screaming, and the surrounding hundreds of miles were actually controlled by the soul of Fuhunzi.Therefore, in the past 40 years, everyone who entered within a hundred miles of Liu Town turned into ghosts and became the help of the formation.

Now, in the mist of Liu Town.Fuhunzi was dressed in a gray robe, and he controlled ten puppet puppets with different poses, with a strong evil spirit.And Amu was dressed in white, surrounded by ten desolate ancient battle spirits, and he was even more murderous.

"Fight!" Fuhunzi shouted, his fingers trembling slightly.The ten puppets exploded in an instant.Jie Jie laughed strangely, shuttled back and forth between each other and came straight to Amu.

But Amu stood still, staring at the ten dolls like gray butterflies, the brilliance flickered in their eyes, as if they were about to forget what they were wearing.However, although the others didn't move, the ten ancient battle spirits roared in unison in a single thought.

"Hoho—" He went straight to meet the ten puppets.

The afterimages continue to intertwine in chaos.The ten puppets were light and nimble, as fast as lightning, and pierced the sky like meteors, while the ten ancient war spirits swung their giant shields and axes with force as heavy as a mountain.

At this time, whether it is the puppet of Fuhunzi or Amu's battle spirit, they all have the strength of a soul-level monk, and the combat power of twenty soul-level monks can be imagined.

The soul power filled the void, and the constant collisions stirred up layers of air waves.The night sky was almost torn apart, and the soul power was firmly imprisoned within a hundred miles.

At the same time, this is also an extremely weird battle.

Relying on their strange body skills, those ten dolls actually walked away as soon as they touched them, and they would never confront the ancient war spirit head-on.The ten dolls have different postures and different techniques, which can be described as radiant.

As for the ancient battle spirit, it is relatively simpler, and it can be said to be as ingenious as it is clumsy.The spear and shield danced like the wind, even though the puppet could not get close despite all kinds of tricks, it looked like a fierce god of war.

Both Fuhunzi and Amu stood on the sidelines.Fuhunzi's face was slightly frozen, and his ten bluff fingers jumped from time to time, almost every time they jumped, it was a new technique.

The ten puppets seemed to be dancing at his fingertips, all kinds of magic tricks gushing out, brilliant and brilliant.A soul-level monk has practiced hundreds of spells, which is not to say that it is not extensive.This is what Amu secretly admires.

But at this time, Amu stood with his hands behind his back, looking rather relaxed.However, the magic consciousness in the left eye continued to spurt out, and the ancient lamp mark between the eyebrows gradually danced.

Fuhunzi condenses his soul power into a silver thread to control the puppets, which is an excellent method.And Amu's practice of soul dance is even more mysterious, originally using magic consciousness as a guide.

However, for the ancient battle spirit, Amu does not need to consume magic consciousness at all, because the ancient battle spirit lamp between the eyebrows is enough to control everything.Therefore, the current Amu can take care of himself.

Otherwise, with a spiritual sage cultivation base, controlling ten ancient battle spirits with absolute soul-level strength, even if Amu's magic consciousness is strong, it is impossible to be so safe.

Puppet art and soul control art are both long-distance battles.The master controller appears to be safe, but it is actually dangerous.Because, one mistake, all attacks will be superimposed on the body of the controller or be backlashed by the puppet soul.

At this time, Fuhunzi was at a disadvantage, he didn't dare to be careless, and Amu was using the ancient lantern of the battle spirit to manipulate the battle spirit at this time, so there was no need to worry.

The soul energy within a radius of a hundred miles was overwhelming, except for Liu Zhen who was controlled by Fuhunzi's technique, everything within the hundred miles had already been turned into complete ruins.This battle may not be inferior to the battle of Baicheng in the Northern Kingdom.

There was a short stalemate between the two sides. At this moment, Amu's thoughts moved, a battle spirit seized the opportunity, and swung his long spear violently, rolling up a black light of tens of feet, hitting a puppet in the middle.

And that puppet hastily set up three defenses, but it was a pity that it collapsed in an instant under the death aura of the ancient battle spirit.

"Boom—" The puppet was immediately scattered, and the sky was filled with light, like a meteor shower.

"Huh?" Fu Hunzi frowned, and couldn't help but hum, it seemed that this had some influence on him.

However, there was no joy in Amu's eyes.As soon as the meteor shower appeared, the stump of the puppet reassembled and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye before it landed on the ground.

Amu also frowned, these puppets are really hard to deal with.However, Amu would never believe in immortality.He knew that he just hadn't found the way to break the floating soul puppet technique for the time being.

These puppets must have their culprits.

There were two similar situations in succession. At this time, Fuhunzi mainly defended and Amu focused on attacking.It seemed that Amu had the upper hand, but Amu knew that the floating soul was waiting for an opportunity.

A sneer gradually appeared on Fuhunzi's face. Although his dolls were broken up three times, those ancient battle spirits were even more ferocious.But it seems that Amu has no good way to prevent the recovery of his doll, so that he is in the same position as Invincible.

Amu was still calm, but the black and red brilliance between his eyes flashed alternately, and he kept staring at the ten weird puppets.

The ten puppets are exactly the same, with strange smiles, mocking smiles in evil, and there is almost no difference except for the different spells.

"Huh?" Amu frowned, and suddenly found that one of the dolls was a little different.

Green glow!Among the ten puppet, only one puppet did not have a green glow in its eyes.That's right!This should be the original doll.

"Boom—" Another puppet was scattered by the ancient war spirit.

At this time, a ray of green light burst out from the eyes of the puppet that did not flash green light.Randomly, the puppet that has just been taken apart instantly recovers.

Ontology?Amu's heart skipped a beat.Unexpectedly, Fuhunzi was under the puppet technique, as well as the illusion technique.

At the same time, the ancient desolate demon scriptures that Amu had been circling in his mind directly turned into a long dragon and came out.

"Break!" Amu shouted in a low voice.Goodbye, the scripture broke through the void and went straight to the puppet that had just been restored.

"Huh?" Fu Hunzi couldn't help frowning when he saw it, "What kind of spell is this?"

The ancient desolate demon scriptures and the desolate ancient battle spirit all originated from the desolate ancient era.As soon as the scripture came out, the desolate ancient war spirit was immediately inspired by it, and they raised their heads to the sky and roared in unison.

However, the purpose of Amu sacrificing the wild demon scriptures was not for this, but to break the illusion of floating souls.

With Amu's "broken", the black scriptures blasted directly at the puppet.

"Jie—" What accompanied the shattering of the puppet was not a loud bang, but a long and shrill howl.

Amu peeped, the body of the puppet was shaken, and the index finger of his left hand turned into black smoke and never recovered.

The puppet that was blown away directly turned into a puppet's index finger, shining gray light in the void, but it was imprisoned there by Amu's ancient scriptures and could not move.

"Hmph!" Fu Hunzi's complexion changed, and he snorted heavily, "Take it!"

He didn't give Amu another chance to cast the Desolate Demon scripture, but he shook both hands, and the remaining nine puppets instantly merged into one.

"Your Excellency, what a trick!" Fu Hunzi kept the doll by his side, and looked at Amu strangely.

"To each other! To each other!" Amu looked indifferent, then stretched out his hand, and put the severed finger of the puppet in his hand, "I admire you for being able to use puppet and illusion so seamlessly!"

It turns out that just now, there are ten puppets of Fuhunzi, nine of which are empty and one solid. Except for the main body, the rest are all transformed by the fingers of this main body.

As long as the main body is not destroyed, the avatar can be reborn instantly.

Amu has magic eyes, even the soul body of Kuxinzi back then could see through at a glance, but it took nearly half an hour to see through the spell of Fuhunzi. Wen Hong shattered the clone doll, cut off its connection with the main body, imprisoned it and then beat it back to its original shape.

It has to be said that the technique of this Floating Soul Son is quite sublime and weird.

"For thousands of years, Your Excellency is still the No. 1 who has broken my technique!" At this time, Fuhunzi stroked the puppet named Xiaohun again with one hand, as if to comfort him.

And the puppet was not grinning strangely at this time, but was about to cry, as if it had been greatly wronged, and at the same time looked at Amu with resentment.

This is indeed a strange puppet.

However, Fuhunzi didn't dare to send this puppet to battle easily, because he couldn't see through Amu's ancient desolate demon scriptures.If Amu follows the same pattern and cuts off his connection with this little soul, then this puppet who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years may also be imprisoned by him.

"In the future, no one will break the technique of the senior!" Amu sneered.

Ten desolate ancient battle spirits rushed straight at Fuhunzi.Amu is going to kill Fuhunzi tonight, so naturally there will be no more people in the future.

Fuhunzi naturally heard what Amu meant, but he sneered.It's just breaking his own puppet technique, how can he be so rampant.

Fuhunzi saw the ten desolate ancient battle spirits attacking, but he no longer felt nervous.

If only relying on a puppet, Fuhunzi would not have such a reputation in Haihuang Shenzhou.Amu still underestimated him in the middle level of soul cultivation Dzogchen.

I saw that Fuhunzi's gray robe moved and disappeared immediately.

(End of this chapter)