1258 Chapter 1258-waiting to be slaughtered

However, when Yi Li turned her head slightly and saw Ling Chuxi's calm face, her mood actually gradually calmed down. Daren would definitely have a way. Yi Li had unknowingly developed complete trust in Ling Chuxi.

Compared to the mummified corpse from before, these people's bodies were more well-rounded and they looked no different from ordinary people. Their bodies were filled with a dark aura.

In the valley, the screams had stopped long ago, and the entire Valley was dead silent.

If his guess was correct, other than Ling Chuxi's group and the remaining sect master of the bloodflag sect, han Shilin, the rest of the people who had gone to the valley earlier should have all died at the hands of these people.

Although she did not have a good impression of the forces of the thousand Ridge, Ling Chuxi could not help but feel a little sad when she thought about how hundreds of experts had died without knowing why. Lei Wanshan and ding Wenqing's expressions were even more complicated. Which of the people who had entered the remains before were not famous experts in the thousand Ridge? But now, they were all dead. How could they not sigh?

"What are these?" Ling Chuxi asked. From the looks of it, Gongxi kuangdao and Lei Wanshan should have already known about it.

"They are netherdeath puppets!" Gongxi kuangdao slowly wiped his eight desolations saber, his expression unprecedentedly serious.

Without waiting for Ling Chuxi to ask, he continued,""The Royal clans of the various great races all have their own revival techniques, but these techniques are kept a secret. If the other races want to go against the heavens and live forever, they can only find other ways. The dark death puppet technique is an evil technique used by some of the Dark Clan's strongest experts.

Sacrificing one's martial Dao core heart to cultivate an indestructible divine soul, burning one's entire body's blood essence and vitality to forge an indestructible body, thus existing forever in the world. The netherworld puppets that were refined this way were the netherworld puppets.

Without the martial Dao's core heart, blood essence, and Yuan Qi, this netherworld puppet's consciousness was completely sealed, and it had lost all its strength. In fact, it was no different from a dried corpse, and it was only relying on the heaven and earth spiritual Qi to maintain its life force.

It's a heaven-defying evil art, and it will also be punished by the heavens. Therefore, when those experts of the Dark Clan perform the dark death art, they will often set up a defensive barrier outside their body to protect themselves tightly and resist the divine punishment. Only when many experts act at the same time and pour in their genuine Qi without reservation can the defensive barrier be broken and temporarily resurrect their physical bodies. "

"So situ Wuying brought everyone here in order to work together to break through the restrictions and defenses of these puppets." Ling Chuxi narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice.

No wonder situ Wuying would take the initiative to show everyone the ancient secret manual and seemingly unintentionally reveal its usage. So this was his purpose.

In the face of the ancient martial arts secret manual, how many people could resist the temptation? even if some people could still maintain their vigilance in the beginning, when the first secret manual was unearthed, they would gradually fall into madness and inject their real Qi and Yuan Qi into the ground without reservation.

"That's not the most important thing. If it's just to open the defense mechanism, situ Wuying can do it himself, so why go through so much trouble? Most importantly, in order to resurrect the netherworld puppets, they had to devour the power of the soul. The soul of an ordinary person was too weak and useless. Only by cultivating their own martial Dao concept could they possess a powerful soul. However, those who could cultivate the martial arts conception were all powerhouses, so how could they let them devour their souls? Unless they run out of zhenqi and allow themselves to be slaughtered. " Lei Wanshan added on with a lingering fear in his heart.