Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 150 Martial Soul Puppet

In a secret room of Zen Buddhism.

Fa Ling handed the star-gathering silver plate in his hand to a monk with a stern face and a slender body who was carrying a gilded iron rod in front of him.

"Jin Chanzi, when you go to Yunlan Country this time, your task is to find the holy beast soul bones that make up the square blood prison formation, and bring it as your teacher, understand?"

Jin Chanzi took the silver plate with a sneer of disdain.

"Xue Chanzi is such a waste. The three major horcruxes of my sect were actually killed. My Zen sect has lost all face. It would be fine if it died elsewhere, but it died in a place downstream. In the small subsidiary country, I heard that the king of Yunlan Kingdom is only an eighth-level martial sect, right? Don’t worry, Master, even if Yunlan Kingdom is destroyed, I will bring it back to Sifang Blood Prison."

What a golden cicada, he opened his mouth to destroy the Yunlan country. If this arrogance is heard by the Wuxiu of the Yunlan country, he will laugh his teeth out.

However, if one knew that this guy was a third-level Martial King of the Earth Fiend Realm, no one would be able to laugh.

After Wuxiu entered the Disha Realm, he was able to produce the Golden Elixir of the Martial King, and his combat power was unparalleled. Wu Zong of the Martial Realm was completely vulnerable to him. If he really wanted to destroy the Yunlan Kingdom, it was not impossible.

Fa Ling looked at his most proud disciple with satisfaction, and reminded: "This trip to Yunlan Kingdom should not be taken lightly. Xue Chanzi's death is strange. Judging from the signs displayed on the mountain and river plate, the murderer's cultivation seems to be Only the Soul Yuan Realm, this kind of strength is not much stronger than an ant in front of the Martial King, no matter how useless the blood cicada is, it will not be killed by a martial artist."

"Master, don't worry, even if the other party has some helpers, I won't take them seriously, just kill them all." Xue Chanzi said impatiently.

Fa Ling was not angry because he was interrupted by his apprentice's arrogance and unreasonableness, and said: "This time when I go to Yunlan Country, Yin Chanzi, Fa Neng's third apprentice, will also go. Your uncle has never been profitable. I don't need to tell you, you should be able to guess what he was thinking when I got up early. Seeing that my Zen trial is about to start, once the blood cicada dies, you will lose a strong competitor. If If you can find another chance to kill Yin Chanzi, you will be the chosen one."

Jin Chanzi was slightly taken aback, and suddenly two sharp cold lights shot out from his eyes.

at the same time.

The conversation between Fa Neng and Yin Chanzi is also coming to an end.

"...Yunlan Kingdom is far away from the wilderness. On the way, you have to pass through the dangerous and extremely dangerous death moat. Your cultivation base is not as good as that of Jin Chanzi, but you are calm and good at forbearance. The awakened martial spirit is also the most suitable for assassination. I can find an opportunity to kill him."

"As long as you kill Jin Chanzi, you will have no opponents in the trial of heaven's election. Of course, the head of the murderer will also be brought back together, as well as the Sifang Blood Prison. With it, Master will definitely be listed in the Ten Great Laws." The first place of the king, when the time falls, no one in the Zen sect will dare to underestimate us, master and disciple, understand?"

"Master, this disciple understands."

Yinchanzi has a fair complexion, delicate features, and looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, standing next to Fa Neng, who has a dark complexion like the bottom of a pot, forming a stark contrast.

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Mo Lin didn't know that the blood energy in the sea of ​​energy had brought him great trouble.

What's more, in order to kill himself, the Eight Desolation Zen Sect actually dispatched three strong men from the Earth Shade Realm.

The second box soon bottomed out, and a thousand middle-grade soul stones were fed to the Yin-Yang Wuhun again.

The hunger in Mo Lin's body had completely disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the "unfinished" Yin-Yang martial soul, he suddenly thought of the bone he got from Xue Chanzi not long ago, and took out one.

On that day, the blood cicada formed a large formation with a radius of 72 meters by relying on these bones. The formation was full of blood, which was very strange. After being destroyed by Mo Lin, [-] bones the size of a thumb were left behind. Afterwards, Mo Lin took these bones After researching for a long time, I didn't find any use, so I threw it into the storage ring. At this time, I had a whim and wanted to try this Yin-Yang Wuhun. I don't know if I am interested in them.

The first bone was thrown into the Taiji diagram, and Mo Lin obviously felt the Yin-Yang Wuhun light up, and an inexplicable joy spread into his perception, as if he was very satisfied with the taste of this bone .

"You like to eat it?"

Mo Lin looked at the remaining bone in his hand in amazement, then at the Yin-Yang Martial Soul, and threw another piece to it...

One, two, three...

In less than 3 minutes, all 72 bones were swallowed by the Yin-Yang Wuhun.

The moment the last bone disappeared, there was a sudden roar in Mo Lin's mind, and a hoarse female voice sounded out without any emotion, just like mechanical friction.

"Master, thank you for your summoning. I am Xiaoying, the martial soul puppet. I have activated the strengthening mode for you based on the amount of martial soul power you contributed."

"You currently have two strengthening options, one is to strengthen the martial soul, and the other is to strengthen the martial soul skills."

Merlin was dumbfounded.

The sudden sound made him froze on the spot.

What martial soul puppet, what martial soul power, what enhancement mode, he had never even heard of these things before.

What made him even more dumbfounded was, what was this Xiaoying who spoke suddenly?How could its voice appear in the depths of his soul? !

"You, who are you? Where are you?"

Mo Lin looked around to find Xiaoying's shadow, the surroundings were empty, there was no one at all, and the side hall where Ouyang Xueqing was meditating was also closed, and there was no movement.

"Master, I am your martial soul puppet, you cannot see me."

The mechanical woman's voice sounded again, and Mo Lin's eyes fell on the Yin-Yang martial soul, and he could vaguely see the anti-S line in the middle of the Taiji diagram trembling slightly, as if someone was talking.

"Yin-Yang Martial Soul?"

Mo Lin finally found the source of the mutation.

"Yes, master, please choose your strengthening direction."

"Wait, wait, what's going on, tell me clearly."

Mo Lin quickly regained his composure, "Your name is Xiaoying? What kind of martial soul puppet is it, right?"

"Yes Master."

The voice of the mechanical woman paused, and the blunt tone reminded Mo Lin of a sketch played by Cai Ming and Guo Da on TV in his previous life. In it, Cai Ming played a robot, and his speech was very similar to this little movie.

"Then let me ask you, where are you from?"

Xiaoying replied: "Xiaoying comes from the master's martial spirit."

"..."

Mo Lin was choked to death, the Martial Soul puppet, just by hearing the name, he knew it was related to the Martial Soul, "I know, I was asking, where are you from, to be more specific, such as me, Yunlan Kingdom, Chang'an City, How about you, Mojia Village?"

Xiaoying: "Xiaoying comes from the master's martial spirit."

Mo Lin: "I know, I'm asking, your specific background is your hometown..."

Xiaoying: "Xiaoying comes from the master's martial spirit."

Mo Lin was depressed, he asked Xiaoying several times and only got one answer. Finally, he became anxious and had an idea, and asked, "Then where did my martial spirit come from?"

(End of this chapter)