Cultivation Tao with Primordial Power

Jiang Ming took out a lot of materials from Tianjie, and the puppet separation is actually a kind of low-level life creation. The mysteries of life are always in the hands of heaven. At the beginning of practice, the fundamental purpose is to seek the ultimate mysteries of life. If one day, a person can create a real soul and life, then his ability is equal to the sky. The gods and men in the divine world produce artifacts only by virtue of natural forces and their own soul power to condense low-level souls. So the puppet is a kind of artifact to a certain extent.

Tianjie can't use any space except storage space. Jiang Ming had to rely on his own strength to begin to cultivate the puppet body. In order to prevent collapse here, the puppet separation must be nearly perfect. Jinjin is ancient, true blood is flesh. Jinjiangming has a lot of real blood. If you put a little of that man's blood, he will not complain.

Dazzle disease fire from the palm of the sky, a group of Jinjin from the ring in the sky fly out. In Xuanji sky fire, it gradually turns into a golden liquid. In Jiang Ming's constant adjustment, he became golden hollow bones. The human bone was born in Jiang Ming's hands. When all the bones were refined, Jiang Ming flew into the air again.

"Come on, let out some blood." Jiang Ming took the strange man's hand and said.

"Why?" The man asked in an uncertain way.

"No why, it needs to be." Jiang Ming took it for granted, "do you want me to put my own blood?"

"Oh, all right." The man said innocently, stretched out his right hand, picked up his sleeve and showed his fair skin. Jiang Ming turns Xing Yan Su into a golden tube, cuts his skin, and condenses a small bottle of water in his left hand. Some bright red blood flowed from the man's body. Looking at the man's pitiful face, it only needed a few drops. Jiang Ming just put a bottle slowly.

Fall back to the ground, put the magic bottle aside, and the formula controls the golden bone to fly. One by one, the other hand spewed purple light and took out a drop of bright red blood from the vial. One by one, the magic formula kept shooting into the little drop of blood. Finally, the blood took a touch of purple light and shot into the bone.

So circulation, 206 bones into a small drop of blood. Jiang Ming's face also gradually shed sweat. The three Xuezi are staring at Jiang Ming's technique, although they don't understand Jiang Ming's method. But I also marvel at the marvellous technique of Jiang Ming. In the surprised eyes of the three Xuezi, the 206 fast bones were controlled by Jiang Ming and flew into the air, forming a pair of human skeleton. When the last bone was completely connected with the whole, there was a purple light in the eyes of the skull.

Jiang Ming immediately spewed out a thick purple light and wrapped the skeleton tightly. I saw the flesh and blood and meridians on the skull. Such a magical scene in the eyes of the three blood sons, one after another show startled. The man standing at the top of the tower also looked at Jiang Ming's technique in surprise, completely ignoring Jiang Ming's pale face.

At this time, Jiang Ming felt that it was not easy, but he did not dare to use Hongmeng purple light to recover. Because Hongmeng Ziguang's authority is too great, he is afraid that if one is not well controlled, the skeleton will be scattered, and then all previous achievements will be wasted. When the flesh and blood to half of the time, Jiang Ming's God is almost bottomed out. Helplessly bite the tip of the tongue, a bloody smell straight to Lingtai, that touch of hard work has been supporting the whole puppet body full of flesh and blood. Jiang Ming finally can't resist the feeling of drowsiness, so he's settled.

He did not dare to settle down for a long time. After Yuan Shen recovered himself, Jiang Ming immediately woke up from settling down. The door of the tower was closing, and the three blood sons looked anxiously at Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming looked as like as two peas sitting in front of him. The figure of the puppet was almost the same as that of the steeple. The rest of the work is to create a soul for the puppet, which is the hardest step, but Jiang Ming is going to replace his soul with an artifact.

Fly to the man again and reach out. "What do you do?" The man looked at Jiang Ming innocently.

"Take a low-level artifact." Jiang Ming said that he had no shortage of artifact, but there was no artifact in Tianjie's storage space. All the artifact were in the Wanjie tower, which can't be opened now.

"What do you want artifact for?" Asked the man.

"As long as the spirit of the instrument, the soul of the puppet." Jiang Ming said impatiently, "don't be reluctant to go out here. I'll give you a good one."

"I don't have much, just my weapons." The man looked sad. "Oh, take it." Then he handed out a small dagger. Jiang Ming took the dagger and found that the material of the dagger was good, but there was a big problem with the refining method, which led to the little thing's lack of power.

"You made it yourself?" Jiang Ming asked. "Of course." Said the man with a proud face.

"It's bad!" Jiang Ming sighed, "it's a pity to have such good materials." The man wanted to skin Jiang Ming. Ignoring the man's anger directly, he wiped the life mark on the artifact, floated to the ground and sat on the spot.

It is not easy to take out the soul of the artifact. It's like forcing a person's soul out of his body.

"You three, protect the Dharma for me." Jiang Ming pointed to the three blood sons and said that although there would be no danger here, Jiang Ming still felt that it could make him feel at ease. Seeing Jiang Ming's formation, the people at the top of the tower immediately understood the difficulty of the next process.Jiang Ming held up the small dagger in his right hand, and the purple flame came out of his palm. Soon the dagger became liquid. Jiang Ming kept the shape of a dagger while his other hand kept playing the formula. With the flying out of each formula, Yuanshen kept falling, and the sweat appeared on Jiang Ming's face again. Eyes staring at the dagger, only to see that has become a liquid dagger on the continuous emergence of a bubble.

That is the soul of the dagger. Jiang Ming wants to take him out of the dagger. The same formula is constantly played by Jiang Ming, and the bubble is still looming. When Yuanshen reaches the bottom, Jiang Ming immediately uses Hongmeng purple light to recover. Fortunately, there was no need to worry about the influence of Hongmeng Ziguang's powerful pressure in this process. On the contrary, the three Xuezi were very surprised because they felt the sudden huge pressure on Jiang Ming.

"Come out!" Jiang Ming roared, and his divine power surged out. Suddenly, the huge pressure burst out, and the formula shot into the dagger.

"Boo!" With a loud sound, a small hole burst out on the dagger, and a touch of golden soul shot out of it. Jiang Minglai was not in a hurry to adjust his state, but immediately wrapped up with a magical force. The little thing directly hit the border formed by Jiang Ming's divine power, and the huge impact force made Jiang Ming almost spit out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, the soul of this little thing is not strong, otherwise it will make him feel bad.

Violent ups and downs of the chest to see Jiang Ming now very tired, barely pressed the blood in the chest. After a little adjustment, one hand wrapped the soul of the instrument that constantly impacted the border, and the other hand played the magic formula to control the puppet sitting on one side to fly into the air.

The spirit of the artifact was directly put into the puppet's body, and a lavender ripple was shot from the puppet's body. Jiang Ming immediately played a few more tricks to completely imprison the soul in the puppet's brain. It as like as two peas suddenly opened their eyes, and the purple light gradually disappeared from the eyes, and finally became the same as the normal people.

There was a fierce light in the puppet's eyes, which was the characteristic of the spirit of artifact. Especially for the offensive artifact like weapons, their souls are full of killing spirit.

"Call you and grandfather fierce!" Jiang Ming roared, "I'll erase your consciousness!" With these words, a golden Rune appeared on his hand and flew to the puppet's brain, "seal!" The fierce light in the puppet's eyes faded away and finally became dispirited.

"Who are you?" Jiang Ming asked tentatively.

"I don't know." The puppet replied hesitantly.

"Remember, you are you. Your duty is to guard here. " Jiang Ming's words are imbued with divine power directly to the puppet. The puppet nodded.

"All right!" Jiang Ming took a long breath and stood up from the ground. The three blood sons looked at the puppet and widened their eyes.

"It's amazing, it's amazing." The three blood sons murmured, and the guy standing at the top of the tower also sighed.

"Well, help me to replace him." Jiang Ming said, "time is running out." The three blood sons nodded, picked up the puppet and flew to the top of the tower.

"Come on, come on." The man was very excited. He was very excited at the thought of leaving here soon.

I didn't see the three blood sons using any technique. I saw a red light, and the golden crown was directly taken off from the man's head. That person a blink, directly came to Jiang Ming side. "Ha ha, I'm free, I'm free." But Jiang Ming caught a glimpse of the tears in the corner of his eyes.

Three blood son led two people into the tower, don't know what strange things waiting in the tower.