Chapter 100: Branded Dao Pattern, Puppet Immortal!

"Is there really a problem?"

Inside the spirit house, through the vision transmitted by Bee Detective No. 1 and Bee Detective No. 3.

Su Qing witnessed the whole process of Ding Ping's fall.

It was an extremely tragic death, and he was frozen into an ice cube.

That Yuan Hua did not even let go of his body. Holding his frozen body, his body was like liquefaction, slowly seeping into Ding Ping's body.

When he finished digesting it, when his eyes were raised again, he picked up the flute on the ground and continued the flute sound!

"Demon cultivator? No, Qi Refining Demon Cultivator does not have such ability, and Foundation Building Demon Cultivator does not bother to use such tricks.

If it is not a demon cultivator, then it must be an evil spirit?"

Su Qing thought for a while. Practicing hundreds of arts and serious Taoism, none of them have the means of Yuan Hua.

Combined with Huodan's attitude towards him today, he temporarily judged him as an evil spirit in his heart.

"With this evil thing in the team, what good can we do? I have to talk to Qinghe Ma Tuan tomorrow."

The power of evil spirits will be weakened in broad daylight, and it is a good time to kill them in one fell swoop. Su Qing does not want this evil spirit to stay in the team.

Release the black kids and let them practice in time.

Just as he was about to take out the Daotian Fubi that could detect fakes at a glance and began to think about whether he could brush up the proficiency of the real Dao pattern.

Fengzhen No. 1 and No. 3 came to the view again.

But Ma Tuan came out of the shadows with a long sword on his waist.

With him came Qinghe with the sword puppet and dozens of combat cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist Leng, why don't you come out to explain?"

Ma Tuan looked at Ding Ping who was still playing the flute music and snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Leng Fengxiang walking out with a confused look on his face.

"Daoyou Ma, Daoyou Qing, what are you doing?"

"Daoyou Yuan was brought here by Daoyou Leng, right?"

Qing He stood behind the Sword Man Puppet. Since Leng Fengxiang came out, she had been staring at him, as if the Sword Man Puppet's flaming sword would strike him down if he made a slight move.

"Daoyou Yuan? He was indeed brought into the team by Xiao Dao. He met Xiao Dao the day before yesterday. Xiao Dao wanted him to help us, so he asked.

What? Could it be that Baibao Pavilion does not allow us to invite fellow Daoists to join us?

Huh? Where is Daoyou Yuan?"

Leng Fengxiang was surprised and looked around. He did not see Yuan Hua, so he asked hurriedly.

"That's it!"

Ma Tuan pointed at Ding Ping who was still playing music.

Leng Fengxiang was stunned at first. Before he could finish his sentence, "Isn't that Daoyou Ding Ping?" Ma Tuan twisted his body and drew his sword out of its sheath.

The blade was pitch black, and it slashed out several feet of blade light, which fell on Ding Ping.

Ding Ping did not dodge at all. His body was split in half, and his four lips were still playing the flute.

At the same time, Qing He and the others also poured their Taoist skills on Ding Ping's body.

They only blasted a deep pit several feet deep where he was, and then stopped.

When the aftermath of the Taoist magic dissipated, there was nothing else in the deep pit except a pool of black water and a strange pattern.

At this time, Leng Fengxiang did not pretend to ask why everyone wanted to kill Ding Ping.

There was black water in the pit, and the black water had evil patterns.

Any senior casual cultivator would understand that Ding Ping was transformed by evil spirits.

"Fellow Daoist Leng, let me be frank. Before we reach Black Tiger Mountain, I don't want any more trouble in the team. Please calm down!"

Ma Tuan narrowed his eyes, and the fierce aura on his face was exuded. He looked at Leng Fengxiang, who looked like a green ghost. He couldn't tell which of the two was more evil, or both of them?

After saying this, Ma Tuan turned around and left with a group of warriors.

During this process, Qing He didn't say a word, but just looked at the green runes on Leng Fengxiang with disgust.

Su Qing watched the whole process with Bee Detectives 1 and 3.

Turning around, he summoned Bee Detectives 1 and 2 under the cover of the hazy night, and asked them to fly back to the Sky Peng ship with a stack of exorcism talismans.

Seeing the Wood Spirit servants installing the exorcism talismans in front and behind the muzzle of the Gale Cannon, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ma Tuan and Qing He both know that Leng Fengxiang is problematic?

Is Yuan Hua the evil spirit itself, or was he created by Leng Fengxiang?

A spiritual pattern master is so terrifying that he can even drive evil spirits?

Why did he expose himself on the first night, and kill the flute musician Ding Ping first?"

With too little information and a timid heart, he is now full of questions, but he can't find out the truth.

He doesn't know what kind of weird thing Leng Fengxiang is.

He also doesn't know why Ma Tuan, Qing He and others only warned him but didn't really fight him when they knew he was wrong.

But he knows that with evil spirits around, it's always right to prepare more exorcism and suppression talismans.

"It's a pity that there is no talisman maker in the team, otherwise I will have to buy at least seven or eight more suppression talismans tomorrow!"

Soaking in the bathtub, he easily absorbed the power of the medicine, which was 30% larger than the original amount.

After starting internal training, although the essence furnace has not been completed yet, his physical fitness has improved significantly.

After absorbing the energy of the gold essence, the blood and qi surged, and the whole body became much harder. When he gently touched it with the black iron essence, there was a subtle sound of metal clashing.

After taking a comfortable bath, he put on the Yunfeng robe under the service of the wood spirit servants, sat at the table, and took out the fake wall that he had not yet understood.

The runes engraved on the fake wall have been copied by countless people. It is far from the copy of the Yuanying Daxiu, and it is even worse than the real Dao pattern.

After he sold the fake wall, he tried it on the wooden spirit servants and other puppets, but he did not cause any damage to the wooden spirit servants, nor did he gain any proficiency.

This made him lose interest in it, and he put it directly under the table to pad the table.

That is, now that there are no puppets to be refined, and he does not need to practice himself, so that the long night is a bit boring, he took out the fake wall again to look at it.

The Tao pattern is different from the evil pattern.

The Tao pattern is opportunity, good fortune, divine power bestowed by heaven, and the ladder to heaven.

The evil pattern is disaster, catastrophe, evil and strange, and the way to seek death.

The evil pattern left by Ding Ping or Yuan Hua when he just saw it.

Su Qing looked at this Tao pattern again. Even if it was copied countless times in a clumsy way, it seemed to flow with endless mystery.

"My attainments in the Dao of Talismans need to be used when refining puppets, and only then will there be a proficiency prompt. I changed several puppets to imprint this Talisman, but there was no reaction.

The reason is that either this poorly imitated Dao pattern has long lost its spiritual charm and Dao rules, so it cannot take effect.

Or the puppet I chose does not match this Dao pattern and cannot carry this Dao pattern, so the panel has not determined the proficiency?"

Su Qing thought silently, he had a strong desire to master a Dao pattern.

Not only him, but billions of cultivators in the Tianyuan Realm have great desires for ancient Dao patterns.

The current rune is the foundation of all arts, and the basis for the existence of array masters, weapon refiners, and alchemists. The rune is applied to external objects, giving them all kinds of incredible abilities for the use of cultivators.

But the ancient Dao pattern can not only act on external objects.

"It can even allow cultivators to draw talismans in the air, attack and suppress opponents with talismans, and can also act on cultivators themselves, allowing them to master various magical powers and endless means!"

As soon as he thought of this, Su Qing drew the fake wall talisman on his palm!

"It's really crazy. Even if the real talisman can act on the cultivator's body, I can't improve my proficiency by using it like this.

It's impossible. I will refine myself as a puppet!"

The rune in the palm of his hand was warm and cool.

He used the most basic talisman water, which only contained spiritual power and no other materials.

And when he shook his head and lost his voice, a sharp pain suddenly came from his palm like a branding iron covering his body.

[Failed to refine the puppet immortal, current proficiency: 300/327]