The fifth thousand one hundred and ninety-nine chapters wake up
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"Senior Killer, I'd like to meet you, junior. Please wake up and see me." Qin Fengming's shout rang out again when he saw the demonic energy emerging from the side and crazily pouring into the body of Holy Lord Killer.
However, the tall and handsome young man with his head lowered still showed no reaction at all.
"It seems that the Holy Ghost Killer, who has had the demonic energy drained from his body, needs a large amount of demonic energy to be injected into his body before he can wake up again." Soon, Qin Fengming judged the reason.
With a flash of his body, Qin Fengming stood in front of another giant cauldron and began to follow the same pattern.
This time, Qin Fengming did not spend more than ten days. Only seven days later, there was a loud bang, and a majestic demonic energy spurted out and poured into the body of the Saint Killing the Netherworld.
Each giant cauldron spewed out demonic energy under Qin Fengming's spell, and the majestic demonic energy was continuously injected into the tall body. The body was like a bottomless abyss, not rejecting anyone who came with the majestic demonic energy, and absorbing it into the body at full speed.
Seeing that all nine giant cauldrons were activated, and the majestic demonic energy poured into the body of the tall and thin Saint Killing the Netherworld like water bursting through a dam, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.
With such terrifying and vast demonic energy, if it were a demon cultivator, even a demon lord, his body would be instantly filled with pure demonic energy.
However, the tall and skinny body of the Ghost Killing Saint was rapidly absorbing a steady stream of huge demonic energy, without even the slightest intention of exploding his body.
What surprised Qin Fengming even more was that the chain that bound the Saint Netherkiller actually had some strange aura on it, which seemed to be able to seal the spirit of the Saint Netherkiller. Qin Fengming couldn't tell what kind of material the chain was made of.
As time passed slowly, the demonic energy sealed in the nine giant cauldrons continued to flow out, seemingly endlessly, and the tall Nether-Slayer Saint Lord accepted all who came.
A full hour passed, and Qin Fengming, who looked solemn, finally shuddered, and his eyes suddenly focused on the Saint Killer on the tall stone pillar.
At this time, the body of the Holy Ghost-Slaying Lord did not make the slightest movement, but Qin Fengming sensed some changes in the body of the Holy Ghost-Slaying Lord who was still sleeping. The change was that the originally dry and thin body actually seemed to be inside the body.
It has the meaning of swelling.
The bulging appearance was very slight. If Qin Fengming's consciousness had not been locked on Shi You's body, such changes would not have been noticed at all.
The change was slight, but Qin Fengming felt excited. He knew that the Saint Slayer should be about to wake up.
"Hahaha, why does it feel like the sleeping time is much shorter this time?" An extremely horrifying sound of laughter resounded, and the tall body that had lowered its head suddenly made a move.
As laughter rang out, the handsome face finally slowly lifted up.
"Hey, why are you alone? Are you not a monk from Huangquan Palace, but someone who sneaked into this place?" As soon as Saint Slayer opened his still hazy eyes, he immediately saw Qin Fengming, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
, followed by a soft sigh.
One has to admire the Holy Lord Killing the Netherworld. He just saw Qin Fengming and immediately determined his identity.
"Reporting to Senior Shiyou, I am not from the Underworld Palace. I am here now because I sneaked in here secretly." Qin Fengming did not hesitate, immediately bowed and saluted, and replied.
Faced with a Mahayana being who had been alive for unknown length of time, Qin Fengming knew how to respond most appropriately.
"Is it you? How could you appear here?"
However, what Qin Fengming didn't expect was that when Qin Fengming raised his head and looked at the Holy Ghost-Slaying Lord, the stiff-faced Holy Ghost-Slaying Lord suddenly showed a look of surprise in his eyes, and even asked questions in shock. .
"Does the senior know the junior? Could it be that when the junior arrived, the senior had already seen through the junior's behavior and remembered the junior's appearance?" Qin Fengming's body was shaken, and his eyes showed a bit of shock as he looked at the Saint Killing the Netherworld, and said Questions came out one after another.
"Hahaha, how could you, a mere junior, conceal your identity from the detection of this Holy Lord? You were hidden in the depths of the lake, invisible to others, but you were clearly seen by this Holy Lord. You were just a ghost king at the time. Late-stage monks have just advanced to the early stage of Ghost King... Hey, you are not a physical monk, are you a puppet clone?"
The Saint Killing the Netherworld, who was originally calm in his mind, suddenly changed his eyes and looked in disbelief.
As a Mahayana being, his knowledge is naturally extraordinary, and he was able to identify the reality and reality of Qin Fengming's body in an instant.
"Senior's eyes are like a torch, and this junior is just a puppet clone." Qin Fengming didn't have to hide anything, and he confirmed happily.
Looking at Qin Fengming, the eyes of Saint Slayer, who was tied to the stone pillar, were full of hesitation.
"Are you saying that this physical body at this moment is a puppet body? Such a puppet body is extremely difficult to refine even in the upper realm. So you are a person who descended from the upper realm? It's just that your spiritual aura is very condensed. Actually, it doesn’t look like a spirit clone, which is a bit surprising.”
The Saint Killing the Netherworld frowned, his eyes locked on Qin Fengming, and he spoke slowly.
With such a perfect puppet body, the Saint Slayer of Mahayana naturally knew that the lower realm could not be completed. Apart from the puppet body, he was also a little curious about Qin Fengming's soul.
He could tell that Qin Fengming's spirit in the puppet's body was not a spirit clone. This situation was really difficult for him to understand.
Although the soul-splitting puppet can exist independently, it cannot replenish its own soul energy by itself. It needs the help of a special magic circle or a specially created environment. Therefore, the soul-splitting puppets of some powerful monks are used to guard an important place.
Even if it is performing a mission, it will not be far away from the main body or for too long.
And Qin Fengming can come down from the upper world, which means that he is not a soul-split puppet, but a puppet clone that can replenish his own mana and soul energy.
With the knowledge of Saint Slayer, he naturally knows the conditions required for a puppet clone, which must be that the soul has complete independence, that is, the soul in the clone has great autonomy. That is not something that can be done by just a ray of clone soul. To be competent, the monk's soul needs to be split into at least 10% of the 30%.
The danger of splitting so many souls is too great, even Mahayana would not do it.
Of course, like Tai Sui's split soul, each strand can survive and be autonomous, which is not suitable for other monks in the world of immortality.
Of course, powerful monks in the world of immortality will also split a small number of souls to cultivate real clones, but that kind of clone takes too long, and the growth of the clone is also full of dangers. Without perseverance and opportunity, that kind of clone cannot grow.
The Ghost Slayer Saint did not think that Qin Fengming was a person whose body was damaged and could only use the body of a puppet. That's why he seemed very surprised.
"Senior Slayer, this junior's situation is a bit special, and it's difficult to explain clearly at the moment. This junior is here for the sake of senior." Qin Fengming did not want to explain more, and said with a fist to the Saint Slayer.
"Hahaha, you can appear here at this moment. I know why you are here. Tell me, who entrusted you to come to rescue me?"
The Saint Killing the Netherworld laughed, and a look of disdain suddenly emerged from his still bound body. The momentum made Qin Fengming tremble in his heart.
"The person who entrusted this junior to come here is Senior Qingyi." Qin Fengming replied immediately without hesitation.
"Qingyi? Have you seen Qingyi? Hasn't Qingyi fallen and died yet?" Suddenly hearing Qingyi's name, the Slayer Saint's expression was immediately shocked, his eyes showed surprise, and he asked questions quickly.