My cultivation script went astray

"Refine it into a puppet? Not kill it?"

The Western leader was surprised. The Queen's order must mean that the Tianjian Sect refused to negotiate. This was the result he hoped for the most, but he did not expect the Queen to make the request personally.

Is this kind of small fry worth the Queen's personal concern?

However, having said that, this is indeed a vicious idea. The Queen is the Queen, and her heart is darker than his. He just wants to kill people, and the Queen is directly killing his heart.

Is there anything more painful than killing your own relatives and friends with your own hands?

The Western leader's mentality changed and he smiled, "As ordered, I will do it myself."

Then he looked at Chen Lang, "Do you want to die? Then I won't kill you. Come on, get the medicine pot."

For an organization like Pingtian Sect, refining puppets is no problem. Soon, a black medicine pot was brought in, and someone pushed a cart of medicinal materials. They were all dried up old goods, gray-brown in color. Chen Lang took a quick look and couldn't tell what they were.

"Why don't you talk? Are you scared?" said the Western leader.

Chen Lang said, "I was wondering, why not centipedes, poisonous insects, or something like that?"

"We are from the Pingtian Sect, we refine souls, do you think we are evil cultivators?" The Western Sect Leader said, "Those are low-grade things, these are not ordinary medicinal materials, you kid is cheap."

"When you become a puppet, you must work hard, don't let the organization down in your training." He sneered repeatedly, trying to find a trace of fear or regret on Chen Lang's face.

Unfortunately, he didn't see it.

Chen Lang didn't care. If his consciousness was refined, he was not sure whether he would be dead, but if he retained consciousness, it would definitely not be.

Unless he was stared at every moment, otherwise it would be difficult for him to commit suicide?

"Come on, hurry up." Chen Lang said.

It doesn't matter if it's a puppet, as long as you give it a little freedom of movement, I will die immediately.

You are still pretending, right? I wonder how long you can keep your mouth shut. The Western Sect Leader ordered people to pour the things into the pot, add clean water, and start refining.

Soon, the Southern Sect Leader also came.

"As you wish."

The Southern Sect Leader looked at Chen Lang, "You are now officially a member of my Pingtian Sect, but you are just a puppet. I will control your body for you, but don't worry, you will not die. When the time comes to hunt down your Tianjian Sect disciples, you will see and hear clearly.

How about it, are you satisfied with this identity?"

Chen Lang previously proposed conditions, hoping to join the Pingtian Sect. He didn't know whether it was sincere or false, but it doesn't matter now. It's the same whether it's true or false. This is the order of the Queen.

"Very satisfied." Chen Lang nodded.

"Okay." The Southern Sect Leader nodded, took a drop of blood from each of his limbs and eyebrows, waved his palm, and five drops of blood floated above the black medicine pot.

"Throw him in." The Southern Sect Leader said.

The Western Sect Leader personally lifted Chen Lang up and threw him into the bubbling water. The medicine liquid had been boiled into black and smelled pungent.

And those drops of blood were floating above Chen Lang's head, like an angel ring, constantly rotating.

Finally, the Southern Cult Leader carefully took out a mirror from his arms. It was only the size of a palm and was simple and ancient.

"Rise."

The Southern Cult Leader threw the mirror out and hung it above the blood bead. It suddenly released light and shone it towards Chen Lang.

The light passed through the blood bead and turned blood red, shining on Chen Lang's head, making him feel dizzy.

Faintly, it seemed as if a will had invaded and entered his soul sea.

Finally, the will penetrated into every inch of Chen Lang's flesh and bones with a few drops of blood and disappeared.

"Raise your hands." The Southern Cult Leader said. At the same time, his own pupils were somewhat diffused, and part of his soul and will were separated.

Chen Lang raised his hands.

"Turn your head." The Southern Cult Leader said again.

Chen Lang mechanically turned his head left and right.

"It's OK." The Southern Cult Leader's soul returned to his place, and his eyes became clear again.

"Cult Leader Duan has good skills." The Western Cult Leader commented.

Chen Lang felt that his body was out of control, but he said, "Is this the art of controlling puppets? Your technique reminds me of an old friend."

I thought it was some advanced puppet-making method, but it turned out to be just forcibly controlling his body.

The Southern Sect Leader ignored him, and began to recite scriptures, taking over Chen Lang's body again.

Then, Chen Lang spoke:

"Chen Lang, I will now teach you the art of holding the banner. How much you can comprehend depends on your luck, which is related to what level of banner you can hold.

Of course, you can refuse to comprehend, but I can still take over your body and display my level of controlling the banner.

But I still hope you can take the initiative. If you make great contributions, you may be able to regain your freedom one day."

Then, he ignored Chen Lang's will and directly taught the technique with his soul.

Chen Lang only felt his mind swelling, and countless information streams poured in.

[Soul Control Technique (Second Level)]

[Ancient Immortal Technique, with the Soul-Suppressing Banner as a complement, the master can control billions of dead souls, form an army of undead, and turn the world upside down at any time. ]

The system prompts.

Chen Lang was stunned for a moment. The Banner Control Technique that he had been thinking about, is here now?

It turned out to be the ancient immortal magical power!

Chen Lang's eyes lit up. Brother Dan said that he should get in touch with more things related to the ancient immortals, so this thing should also be considered?

It's right to listen to Brother Dan.

He immediately opened the system and took out the second-level skill book.

[Do you want to use the skill book to strengthen? ]

Click to use.

[The proficiency has been maxed out. Your Soul Control Technique has reached perfection. No one in the world knows it better than you. ]

At this moment, Chen Lang felt that his soul had undergone an inexplicable transformation. He could hear and see clearly, and now he could see many things that he could not see before.

For example, he saw the Western leader who was laughing obscenely. His cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building and was not perfect.

The Southern leader's cultivation was in the early stage of Jindan, and there was a tendency to reach the middle stage.

He even saw a palm-sized mirror floating in the air. There was a faint but blazing breath in it. This should be the thing of the mother of Pingtian Sect.

"I have finished teaching."

After a moment, the Southern Sect Leader's eyes became clear again, "This magical power is an ancient secret technique, taught by the Empress herself, and it is not in writing. You should cherish it and slowly comprehend it in the future. Don't reveal it to outsiders."

Then, he felt that his worries were unnecessary, and said indifferently, "Of course, you don't have this opportunity. This is not an ordinary magical power. Only those with strong spiritual talents can practice it. It's good enough if you can understand the first level. If you can't comprehend it, you can't pass it on even if you want to."

"So that's it."

The Western Sect Leader had received this kind of "enlightenment" method, and now he was puzzled, "Could it be that you have already..."

He knew very well that the secret technique of controlling the banner he had received was the complete chapter. It was already a mark that existed in his body. He couldn't forget it even if he wanted to, but he had mastered it very shallowly, which required special spiritual talents.

Even as a sect leader, he didn't know where the upper limit of controlling the banner was. The Pingtian Sect was a large organization. It was said that there were masters holding black banners with more than 100,000 souls. He had never seen it, so he didn't know if it was considered a complete practice.

But he was sure that the Southern Sect Leader had not reached perfection, otherwise he would not be holding the Blood Banner, but the Black Banner.

"I used the Queen's method." The Southern Sect Leader explained.

"So that's it."

The Western Sect Leader understood. I said that the gap between people could not be so big.

At this point, the puppet refining was considered complete. The Southern Sect Leader waved his hand, and all the restrictions on Chen Lang disappeared.

Chen Lang regained his freedom.

"Get up."

The Southern Sect Leader said, "Don't think about escaping. From today on, no matter how far you go, you are in the palm of my hand."

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