Nie Changyong struggled and said: "Yes, it should be."
"Hey, this is all I heard, so I can't confirm it for you."
"The only thing that can be said for certain is that Zhao Jingchan is indeed in the hands of Emperor Huoxuan."
Suning put away the Qiankun bag, filled with murderous intent that could not be suppressed.
He had heard of puppetry and had seen it with his own eyes.
Among the disciples who participated in the treasure hunt, Zou Siming from the Wugou Immortal Realm controlled two black puppets.
People are behind the scenes, puppets go first.
Become one with the mind and spirit, and the immortal power emitted has minimal fluctuations.
It is difficult to catch and impossible to guard against.
As for the refining of a puppet, according to Suning's knowledge, one must first crush the soul of a living person and remove the two souls and six souls.
Then the physical body is soaked in a special potion and mixed with secret techniques to refine it.
Yes, medicine can be made from a living person, and the remaining consciousness still exists.
I can clearly feel the pain and torture coming from the outside world, but I can't move and find it difficult to resist.
Compared to killing a person cleanly, this method is obviously more cruel.
"Huo Xuan..."
Thinking of Zhao Jingchan's current situation, Suning's fist bones crackled loudly and he said: "New grudges and old grudges, sooner or later, I will get back every penny from you."
"Hehehe, you want me to die, but I want to live."
"Don't worry, the ring battle is just interest."
An hour later, the yellow incense set by Xiang Zhanyun was extinguished and the finals began.
Ten minutes later, Nie Changyong fled the cave world in embarrassment, losing all face.
The battle for natural resources and treasures that lasted day and night came to a "successful conclusion", and Suning unexpectedly became the biggest winner.
Standing on the ring, whether it was an illusion or a dazzle, he strangely saw Su Zhiyuan standing by the lake at the Immortal Tomb.
Wearing a loose Kunlun green robe, with wet tears and a bright smile.
She jumped up and down, waving her hands happily, calling her father loudly.
"Father......"
The childish voice spreads in circles.
The lingering sound lingers in my ears.
"Know your wish."
As if struck by lightning, Suning's eyes instantly turned red.
"Kick."
He subconsciously ran forward, wanting to hug his daughter whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Click."
The picture was shattered, and the scene containing Su Zhiyuan disappeared.
Suning was stunned, staggering and stumbling.
He raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch Su Zhiyuan's cute little face and help her wipe away her tears.
He missed home, the Su family courtyard in Taoshan Village, and the lively Kunlun Mountains.
I miss my parents in Kyoto and his wife Lingxi.
My throat was clogged and I was speechless.
Suning put down his right hand with difficulty and slowly walked off the ring.
"Did I see it wrong?"
He talked to himself, asking and answering questions: "Even if I saw it wrong, I should still see Zhiyuan in Kunlun Mountain."
"Why is she standing by the lake at the Immortal Tomb?"
"Who took her there?"
"Is it Xixi or Headmaster Ji?"
"It looks like you know your wish, well, it's probably safe."
