Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

"Killing the demon front and killing the immortals all turn into puppet servants So it is. "

When the puppet ceremony was completed, Ding Yi found that there was a very wonderful connection between the sword of killing immortals and the puppet of ice devil.

With Ding Yi's idea moving, the ice demon puppet instantly kneels in front of Ding Yi: "master, please tell me..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ding Yi's eyes also showed a color of surprise. The puppet in front of him, however, has the strength not inferior to the supernatural realm. In the future, he may even further reach the realm of land immortals, which is a field that Ding Yi has never reached in his cultivation for thousands of years.

Of course, today's Ding Yi has become one with the spirit and soul. As long as there is enough time to practice in seclusion and fully integrate the two bodies together, it is not without the opportunity to directly step into the ranks of land immortals.

"Come back..."

With Ding Yi's command, the ice devil's huge body suddenly turned into blood and was directly put into the sword by the slaying immortal.

"How's it going?"

Seeing Ding Yi's return, Wen Yi, the Sword Fairy, immediately inquires about Ding Yi's condition.

"After a bit of effort, I finally got rid of that guy, and it seemed that he had turned this guy into a killing puppet..."

Ding Yi unfolds his hand, and with a gentle wave of the killing immortal in his hand, the ice devil's huge body appears beside Ding Yi like a guard.

"Made puppets out of ancient alien ice demons?" After listening to Ding Yi's words, even Wen Yidu, the ancient sword immortal, was horrified. He could not understand the strength of the ice devil. He had not recovered before, and had little power to parry in front of the ice devil. Ding Yi, on the other hand, not only defeated the ice demon, but also refined it into a puppet.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sword in your hand is one of the four ancient swords in the legend Wen Yi looks at the bloody sword in Ding Yi's hand and says with emotion.

As a sword immortal who lived to this day in ancient times, Wen Yi naturally studied all kinds of magic weapons of sword. His immortal sword Qingchen is also a famous ancient sword, but its quality is inferior to that of killing immortals.

"Yes, this sword is the killing immortal. I got it by chance outside during the period when the spirit was detached from the body..."

Ding Yi has nothing to hide, because he is very clear that Wen Yi already has his own immortal sword Qingchen. Besides the power of the weapon itself, the fit between the weapon and its owner is also very important. If you don't pay attention to force to replace the life immortal sword, it may be counterproductive, the gain is not worth the loss, and even may encounter the most terrible backfire in the legend.

"Good luck." After listening to Ding Yi's words, Wen Yi just sighed, but he didn't produce any other emotions.

"Good luck." Ding Yi's words are also quite sincere, he got the killing immortal is indeed a part of luck, of course, luck is also a part of strength.

After encountering the ice devil, Ding Yi and Wen Yi both think that the first priority is to quickly recover their strength. Moreover, the consumption of both of them in the battle with the ice devil is also very huge. At this moment, it is obviously the best choice to find a place close to close down to recover strength.

Ding Yi and Wen Yi traveled hundreds of miles through the ice and snow in the north and finally found a relatively secluded deep valley.

"This is it..."

After checking the nearby terrain, Ding Yi found that the valley was covered with snow and ice on all sides, and the mouth of the valley was also very secret. If you set up some more arrays to block the gas engine, it would undoubtedly be a good place to close down.

"Well, I've seen it all around. It's easy to defend and hard to attack, and it's quite hidden. It's a good place."

Wen Yi nodded and agreed with Ding Yi's proposal.

After choosing the place, Ding Yi said: "you go into the valley first. I'll make a small deception array outside to ensure safety."

"Well, I'll go to the mouth of the valley to get a sword array, in case of emergency." Wen Yi replied.

After discussing the countermeasures, Ding Yi and Wen Yi moved quickly. Ding Yi made a small deception array around the ice Valley to block the breath, while Wen Yi set up a sword array at the entrance of the ice valley.

After getting ready, they went into the ice Valley one after another, found a quiet place to sit on their knees and began to exercise their power and regulate their breath.

Although Ding Yi had already integrated the spirit of the body, it was only an expedient measure to fight the ice devil, not a real fusion. As for Wen Yi, it would be a great success to find the spirit that he had previously separated and then complete the integration.

After recovering his spiritual power for a period of time, Wen Yi took the lead in initiating the art of soul drawing, which is a secret art that can call the spirit of the body back to the body, and can call the spirit of the body back to his own side.

Ding Yi cut his soul by killing immortals and divided himself into two again. After the separation of spirits and spirits, Ding Yi only felt a burst of weakness in his body, and some of his newly recovered spiritual powers were almost exhausted.

At the same time, many wounds on Ding Yi's body are torn apart, and the red blood is also constantly overflowing. In addition, the sharp pain caused by the split soul makes Ding Yi's handsome facial features become distorted."It's really meow. It's such a painful thing to cut off the soul of God."

Although Ding Yi has lived for thousands of years, it is the first time for him to experience the event of cutting the Spirit himself. In the great pain, even Ding Yi, who has washed away all his life, can't help but burst out his rude words.

Just as Ding Yi's wound was constantly tearing, he suddenly felt a sharp fluctuation of spiritual power from the killing immortal, and then the incomparable blood in the killing immortal continued to overflow, covering Ding Yi's body in an instant.

"This is..."

Ding Yi is surprised to find that with the attachment of blood and Qi, the pain in his soul is fading away. Under the bath of blood gas, the tears in his body begin to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Love the blood of the enemy and nourish yourself. It's worthy of being the ancient god soldiers and killing immortals... " Ding Yi said with emotion.

Although he had heard of the legend of killing immortals before, he did not know much about many things. Now when he was in the scene, he naturally had many new understandings.

"The spirit returns to its place and merges into one."

Ding Yi kneaded his hands together to create a very mysterious handprint, and then the two spirits split into two started a new fusion. Compared with the last fusion, Ding Yi's fusion process this time is much slower.

With the constant return of Ding Yi's spirit, Ding Yi's spiritual power is becoming more and more terrifying. However, half a cup of tea has returned to its previous peak.