blogombal Chapter 12 Paper Puppet
Chapter 12 Paper Puppet
"The Feng family!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes.
After all, this is Uncle Nine's world; I never expected to encounter characters from Ghost Blows Out the Light.
Is this not just the world of Uncle Nine, but a combined world?
Or is this person just a similar flower...?
"You are destined to face a great calamity, and if nothing unexpected happens, you will die within three days."
"But considering our connection, I will sacrifice ten years of my lifespan to save yours!"
Feng Luoyan was excited, and his face showed a compassionate expression.
"puff......"
Zhao Yi couldn't help but burst out laughing.
I originally wanted to test the other party and see what their purpose was.
But the other person's acting skills are worse than those of a short drama actor.
So Zhao Yi couldn't hold back any longer.
"You you you—"
Feng Luoyan originally wanted to continue showcasing his acting skills, but seeing Zhao Yi's reaction...
He couldn't help but realize that he had been tricked by Zhao Yi, and for a moment he was so angry that he was speechless.
"Alright, enough nonsense. You're no better than me. Just say what your purpose is."
Zhao Yi was too lazy to keep up the pretense and laid his cards on the table.
With his current strength of 38 points in physique and his indestructible body, he's really not afraid of ordinary people.
"If the other party uses evil magic, I still have the magical artifacts my master gave me," Zhao Yi thought to himself.
"Fine, fine, I was thinking of saving myself some trouble, but since you're asking for it, don't blame me for making you understand what it means to wish you were dead."
Feng Luoyan immediately took out a small box from his pocket.
The box isn't big; it looks like a cigarette case.
It has a grayish-black metallic sheen, but it exudes an aura of death and yin energy.
"Open your Dharma eye and see the yin and yang!"
Zhao Yi's expression immediately turned serious. He suddenly pulled out a magical artifact from his chest and placed it in front of him.
The next moment, magical energy rippled across the artifact, and a vast surge of magical power flowed into Zhao Yi's eyes.
His eyes suddenly shone with an orange-gold light.
Once the Dharma Eye is opened, one can communicate between Yin and Yang.
In an instant, Zhao Yi noticed that everything his eyes were looking at seemed different.
A faint spiritual light flickered between heaven and earth, but this spiritual energy was extremely rare.
"Is this spiritual energy?"
Zhao Yi had seen it in the Maoshan True Interpretation.
Cultivators draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate their own magical power.
The biggest difference between those who have entered the Dao and those who haven't is whether a cultivator can draw spiritual energy into their body and complete the first step of cultivation:
Foundation building!
Once the foundation building is completed, the cultivator will possess magical power.
The saying goes, "Once the foundation is successfully established, magical power will naturally arise."
The names will vary depending on the cultivation method.
For example, Taoist priests call it Taoist Dharma, while Buddhist monks call it Buddhist Dharma, and so on.
"The Maoshan True Explanation states that several hundred years ago, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was as abundant as the stars in the night sky."
"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in ancient times was so dense that it was like mist."
"But the spiritual energy right now is so thin."
Zhao Yi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Compared to the abundant spiritual energy points that resembled countless stars in the sky, the spiritual energy points at the moment were so sparse that they were less than the dripping sound of a forty-year-old man shivering.
However, when Zhao Yi looked at Feng Luoyan's hand, he was immediately surprised.
"This is......"
The metal box, which resembled a cigarette box, was emitting wisps of purplish-black smoke.
"What is this thing? It's not quite malevolent energy, nor is it quite yin energy; it seems to carry the aura of death and blood, and even a trace of ghostly energy?"
Zhao Yi's time travel was too short, and he didn't recognize many things.
Even though the Maoshan True Explanation can be considered a basic encyclopedia of Taoist cultivation, it is still just the basics.
Metaphysics is something that still needs to be put into practice.
Especially in this realm of spirits and illusions, there are countless sects, independent cultivators, secret techniques and methods, numbering in the tens of millions over thousands of years.
It's not something that can be recorded in a simple basic book.
"Could it also be some kind of magical artifact?"
Zhao Yi's gaze sharpened slightly, and he became somewhat wary.
When Uncle Nine gave him the magical artifact, he said that magical artifacts are extremely important to cultivators.
Having a magical artifact in hand is a completely different concept from being unarmed.
The human body is weak, and even martial artists are as fragile as paper in the face of various magical spells.
Therefore, many spells cannot be cast.
Even if some spells can be cast without magical artifacts, their power will be reduced.
Therefore, when engaging in magical duels with others, if an altar can be set up, it should definitely be set up.
If you are away from home and don't have the opportunity to perform rituals, try to carry your most frequently used ritual implements with you.
The thing in Feng Luoyan's hand is definitely a magic artifact.
Moreover, seeing the purplish-black energy swirling outwards, one knew that this was not only a magical artifact, but also most likely an evil thing.
"Cut paper into bodies, gather yin into souls, borrow my decree, puppets obey, and all evil follows!"
Feng Luoyan murmured something, and his right hand transformed into a sword finger, pointing at the magical artifact.
Whoosh!
The next moment, a streak of purplish-black light suddenly flew out from the magical artifact that resembled a cigarette box.
"Paper dolls?"
Zhao Yi has already opened his Dharma Eye, and can see ghosts and spirits.
At this moment, one could see through the flowing light and discover that it was a blood-red talisman.
However, there was a small figure drawn on the talisman, not a portrait of a person, but more like a stick figure.
On the back of the talisman, a birth date and time are faintly visible.
call--
The moment the blood-stamped paper figure flew toward Zhao Yi, it began to grow larger in the wind.
In an instant, he transformed into a two-meter-tall, square-faced, burly man.
The burly man was dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes and looked like a zombie at first glance.
His face was pale and expressionless, and his eyes were numb and lifeless.
"What is this? A zombie? A ghost? A paper figure?"
Zhao Yi looked at the burly man in front of him, and was immediately filled with questions.
Unfortunately, Uncle Nine is not here, and no one can give him an answer.
"If only we had a telephone, we could ask for help from outside the stadium," Zhao Yi thought with a wry smile.
"Knock him out and take him away!" Feng Luoyan said in a hoarse voice.
"Not to kill me?" Zhao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.
The other side made such a big show of things, I thought they were going to kill me.
If Feng Luoyan let this thing knock him unconscious and take him away, then there's a lot to it.
"Are you suggesting I use evil magic? Or possession of a corpse? Body snatching? Cultivating Gu worms? Or..."
Zhao Yi's mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, but he had no time to analyze them.
Because that burly man had already charged over.
The other party was not only tall, but also as strong as a bear.
But its speed was frighteningly fast, leaving afterimages and creating a whooshing sound.
"Is this thing a spirit, or a physical attack?"
Zhao Yi was immediately startled upon seeing this.
But the other party had already made a move, and Zhao Yi didn't have time to think. He could only raise his fist and smash it.
"Ha, how incredibly arrogant!"
Upon seeing this, Feng Luoyan's lips curled into a sneer, revealing a hint of disdain.
His paper puppet, the vessel of his vengeful spirit, is a naturally strong and powerful being.
Combined with his puppetry skills and enhanced by magic, his power even surpasses that of most zombies.
This is also what enabled him to access so many large tombs.
Even if they encounter a thousand-year-old zombie, they will be held back by the paper puppets, allowing them to escape safely.
Seeing Zhao Yi raise his fist to strike, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Oh well, losing an arm won't matter. The paper puppet can knock him unconscious with one blow."