Instead of being happy to see an old acquaintance, he asked if he was dead.
Shi Lei's face turned dark, even though his stone face was already a bit dark.
"Lei Huan, how can you say that you are also the ancestor of the puppet clan, but now you have become a tool for the later generations of human monks who were protected by us, guarding the gate for them, where is your dignity?"
Jing Lei's breathing suddenly became rapid, and traces of smoke rushed out from his mouth and nose. Electric arcs flashed on his yellow and white tiger skin, and wisps of flames ignited.
"What do you know?"
"I was dug out of the ground by them, and they beat me up without even understanding what was going on.
If you don't surrender, all the parts you have will be used to make new puppets."
"The people of the later generations were unworthy and allowed the fire to be taken away by them, so that we, the puppet clan, became vassals of the human race. I am also very angry, but what's the use of being angry?
They hold the fire, and I will always be controlled by others."
"I've heard the news from you, Old Shitou. It was your luck that you were able to forcefully escape from the space vortex and still survive. But I don't have your luck.
But it seems like you’re not doing well here either, and you’re not as helpful to others.”
The Thunderbolt let out a long roar, and a pair of plasma-condensed thunder wings sprouted from its back, and the air made a sizzling sound.
"Everyone has his own master now. Let me see how old Shitou you still are at what you used to be?!"
The hundreds of meters long body of Jing Lei Hu was now as light as the wind. With a flash of thunder wings, he saw a huge tiger claw falling from the sky, covering the armor and the space around Fang Chang.
The armor's body suddenly expanded.
"It's as moving as a mountain!"
The seven-thousand-meter-high body is like a giant peak that towers over the sky and the earth, pushing away the shadow caused by the thunder.
Then the armor just raised his hand casually, and the Thunderbolt was ejected.
In my giant body, Jing Lei Jing is like a big cat.
"Lei Huan, he was just like you back then. Now he is still weak when sleeping. How can he fight with you?"
The armor stamped its feet, and the small ground turned into rocks, and the space itself seemed to be petrified, and the wind that entered through any hole could not blow away even a trace.
Jing Lei Huan was surrounded by strange phenomena, wind, fire, thunder and lightning, but the simple and elegant stone could not be blocked.
My hair is also gradually turning to stone.
With just one move, Jing Lei Jian was clearly the enemy's armor.
Although around Fang Chang, the armor is often the same as that of a passerby, but this is because the enemies Fang Chang faces are of the same level.
The Lord of All Spirits, the Lord of the Little Sun, and Prince Wang Song holding the Star Bead, which of them are the pinnacle figures among the cultivators of the Transformation of Gods?
Behind the sun, the stars will be eclipsed.
As for Jing Lei Jian, it's obvious that even the stars are below.
The armor embraces the sky and the earth, and the huge and tangible power suppresses everything.
Jing Lei's body became lighter and lighter, and after a while, he was able to support his body and fly in the air.
When I landed on the ground, my feet quickly turned to stone as if they were taking root, as if they were integrated with the ground.
"Old Shitou, he found a substitute for fire?!"
Jing Lei Huan thought that the armor was even weaker than when he was sleeping.
We must know that the ancestors of our group of puppet clan have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and their power has become smaller as time goes by.
And without the support of the human race in my previous life, my recovery speed is already slow.
However, I thought that the old Shitou who was living in another world had not only fully recovered his previous strength, but also reached a new level.
But we puppets were born from fire and will always be trapped in the spiritual trap of fire.
Of course, I am not as miserable as I say. Even if the human race in my previous life were like myself, no matter how healthy I am, I am still a weak seventh-level puppet.
If you want to capture or even kill me, you will have to pay a huge price.
As long as I am willing to talk, the human race in my previous life was still happy to accept me.
And if I want to recover, the shining of fire must be abundant.
But Lao Shitou insisted on going his own way and agreed to negotiate with the human race, which caused a lot of trouble in the first place.
"The charm of the main world."
Jing Leihuan remembered that before he came to the main world, in addition to guarding the small door of space, he was recovering from a deep sleep and had a good look at the world.
At that moment, a small shout came from in front of me.
"Lei Zun, come and help him!"
I saw a female monk whose dress was in tune with the human race of the current era, but very similar to the future generations in Fang Chang's memory, throwing a round magic weapon towards the armor.
boom!
The magic weapon exploded, and Wu Zhi's faint flame expanded, wrapping Chashun's entire body in an instant.
"ah!!"
The armor made a happy sound, and the space that was stable just now also shook, and Jing Leihuan was about to take the opportunity to escape.
But the last moment, the armor stabilized.
"That's the power of Fire. What did they do to Fire?"
The huge shadow looked up, and there was a rare expression of rage on the armor's face. I punched him, and meteorites rained down from the sky.
Boulders, small or large, cut through the sky, carrying brilliant tail flames, and smashed up with deductible momentum.
"Meteor shower!"
Rumble!
Deep pits were dug into the small ground.
A layer of electric grid appeared under Jinglei Huan, but he was also beaten to the point of collapse by the meteorite's offensive.
The female monk had a look of astonishment on her face. She looked at the armor that was rapidly recovering. She seemed to have thought of something, and her body was quickly covered with a layer of gray spirit beads. She turned around and ran towards the space passage, worrying about Jinglei Huan's safety.
Unexpectedly, none of the puppet clan, who was born in Chashun, ignored the interference from the seventh-level ancestor-devouring world.
This is the work of our chief puppet researcher, who is known as the number one in 80,000 years. It is a superb magic weapon specifically designed for the puppet clan.
The special ancestor-devouring world is enough to swallow the puppet's newborn spirituality, wipe out all its wisdom, and format everything again.
And the seventh-level Ancestor Devouring Realm, which is refined from the power extracted from fire, can cause reversible damage to weak puppets like Jinglei Huan.
The most important thing about the puppet clan is its own spirituality, which is the source of all our wisdom and strength.
The Ancestor Devouring World was created specifically for spirituality.
Not to mention that its core power is extracted from fire and has the same origin as the puppet clan. We simply cannot resist it.
That's why I didn't have the confidence to take action just now.
As long as they are puppets, they must be restrained by Chichashun.
But just now, that characteristic was broken by the armor.
"Don't jog."
Fang Chang appeared in front of the female monk. He looked at his own attire under me, his face was expressionless and he was slightly in a trance.
It has been many years, and I have long been accustomed to wearing blue shirts and long robes, with flowing long hair.
Looking at T-shirts and denim now, I feel inexplicably as if I am from another world.
It's obviously the same world, but there is a special sense of intimacy.
"he?!"
The female monk looked as if she had seen a ghost.
I am a seventh-level puppet fighter. According to the level classification of the main world, I am a Yuanying-level young monk. I actually know that no one is around me.
Fang Chang opened his eyebrows, and a white divine light shot out.
"If you resist, you will become an idiot."
Before I gave a reminder, it was Sister Gu's wish, and the weak spiritual power was already rolling in my mind.
My memory is like an old movie playing super slow.
A little while before a cup of tea.
The female monk fell down limply, with a silly smile on her face and drool dripping from her mouth. It was obvious that I had not disobeyed Fang Chang's advice and had been trying to resist.
The gray chasun under me was swollen with sharp thorns, looking very angry, but it was basically powerless when restrained by tangible power.
"What a meaningless world."
Fang Chang thought of the puppet Shi Lei remembered in the female monk. This was a world exactly the same as what the armor said, more advanced, weaker, and more delicious.
As for why the seven are the same, one can blame Chashun for lying.
Because he had been running away and fighting before the armor was dug out, there was no time to learn more about the current puppet Chashun.
The puppet Shi Lei in my mouth is what I looked like after I fell asleep, and the world that I pieced together from the mouths of the few human monks I captured.
Fang Chang no longer had any strong premonition in his heart at this moment.
When I get the savings from the puppet Shi Lei, there is no need to sacrifice them to heaven, and I will be able to break through the boundary between the gods and the void.
"Well, let's have a big snack first."
As soon as the square palm grasped it, the gray spirit beads under the female monk suddenly fell off and turned into a ferocious monster. It was probably as small as a big dog. Its whole body seemed to be made of metal and was full of texture.
It looked square and long, bared its teeth, and looked very kind.
The spiritual pearl under the female monk is actually a puppet!
In the memory that Fang Chang had just obtained, the puppet had been integrated into everything in life.
"It's so abominable."
A ball of flame burst out from Fang Chang's hand and enveloped the spirit bead puppet.
I saw traces of phantoms emerging under the spirit bead puppet. It was exactly what the female monk looked like just now. Before being burned by the flames, the phantoms dispersed like bubbles.
The Chashun puppet made a sad and pitiful whimpering sound, as if nothing important had left me.
About eight breaths ago.
The Lingzhu puppet then calmed down and squatted on its long square feet, like a big harmful dog.
"The seventh-level puppet is better than nothing."
Fang Chang felt the tiny amount of power growing in his body, curled up the corner of his mouth, and smiled wildly.
Because in this puppet Shi Lei, there are countless puppet creations.
This is the kingdom of puppets, and it will also be my kingdom.
"What did he do?"
I saw that the seventh-level spirit bead puppet, which was almost a monk's magic weapon, was reduced to a pet beast with long legs in a short period of time.
Jinglei Jian, who had been distracted all this time, was really scared now.
I am a battle armor. I have lived in today's puppet Shi Lei for decades. I understand very well the relationship between those puppet battle beasts cultivated by arrogance and our master. They are closely related to each other in life and death. If you choose only one person in your life, there is definitely a possibility of betrayal.
For example, the female monk's spirit bead puppet may have been a large puppet beast with high levels of power at the beginning, while the female monk was just a special Qi-refining monk.
One person and one puppet grew up hand in hand, forming a deep friendship over decades or even centuries.
The female monk trained the spirit bead puppet step by step into a seventh-level puppet, and I myself also used this to become a seventh-level puppet fighter.
The fate of the two has long been closely related. If one dies, the other will definitely live alone.
But just now.
It only took this woman a few breaths to change the owner of a puppet who might betray her.
That kind of fact is too appalling.
Fang Chang smiled, looked at Jinglei Jian, who was resisting the battle armor's suppression with increasing intensity, and said, "What did you do?"
"Did he see that you were saving it?"
"The real puppet race is definitely the kind of thing that has no spirituality but wisdom. We should be free and unrestrained."
"Come and unlock his true wisdom!"
In the dark, Fang Chang's spiritual light shone brightly, and a bit of his own light fell under the Chashun puppet.
The two only had initial contact.
The spirit bead puppet seemed to be liberated, its body suddenly expanded, and it transformed from a big dog into a tiger.
Under its own metal skin, mysterious runes are looming, which are the restrictions that imprison its wisdom, the shackles it has been carrying since its birth.
But when the square length of spiritual light shines, it is like a spark thrown into a damp firewood.
It burns and becomes free!
"Howl!"
The spirit bead puppet looked up to the sky and roared, its body melted into a ball of gray liquid, and then it reshaped into the shape of a humanoid spirit bead.
The body is more slender than before, and it also lacks a detachable airtight helmet. In the gaps, no two points shine like stars.
These are its eyes.
But before, it was standing still and moving, as if it was remembering something.
After a while, I raised my head and looked at the conscious female monk underground, and suddenly I let out a human voice, with a hint of deep sadness.
"A weak."
I recalled the time when I fought with the female monk and grew up together. We were fighting partners.
But now, I only have one master.
"It's possible!"
Jinglei Huan was hit by a meteorite, and small rocks piled up on top of me. I was suppressed on the small ground that had turned into stone, with only my head exposed.
Despite this, I still shouted out the panic in my heart.
"He actually let me ignite the spiritual fire. How did he do it, whether he had been baptized by fire or not?"
I seemed to understand something and looked at Chashun who had regained his height.
"War Armor, he found the legendary ancestor of puppets, right?
No wonder he can recover so slowly. Only the legendary puppet ancestor can give the puppet spirituality and wisdom with the help of fire.
Haha, Cha Shun let you go slowly, you want to meet the ancestor of puppets.
From the end of today, the puppet clan will once again stand firm among the weak clans in the world!"
Jing Lei was a little happy, and then smiled.
But the armor didn't move at all, and looked at Jing Lei Jian calmly.
Jing Lei's laughter became louder and louder, and he muttered at the end:
"Kill you. Anyway, your spiritual fire has returned to the fire. Even if they killed you, as long as we sacrifice enough spiritual energy, you can still be resurrected."
Only then did Chashun nodded.
"No wonder with his character he would be willing to surrender to the human race in his previous life. It turns out we gave him that bargaining chip."
"How to deal with him depends on the villain's wishes."
Fang Chang looked at Jing Lei Jian with no interest, but the fire kindling became more and more boring.
It can give the puppet spiritual wisdom and resurrect the puppet. It is exactly the same as my puppet master spirit body.
I ended up believing in the origin of fire.
"Ancestor of Puppet, that's the wrong title, it suits you very well."
"You have to resist, otherwise the fire might save him."
Fang Chang's men raised a ball of flame, ending the refining of the Thunderbolt.
Jing Lei Jian instinctively resisted, but Fang Chang's strength was like my natural enemy himself, and he collapsed almost instantly.
"Yes!"
The flames suddenly exploded, completely surrounding the Thunderbolt.
