Fighting: Krypton gold becomes stronger, my father, the Amethyst Winged Lion King

"But today's demon puppet is different. As long as the intensity of the material and flames can keep up, theoretically speaking, there is no upper limit to the puppet's strength!"

"Moreover, this refining method is not difficult. If the Pavilion Master can find suitable materials and refine them together with Pindao, and with the help of the Pavilion Master's flames, he will definitely be able to refine a powerful puppet that is comparable to the strong men of Douzong. !”

After reading the bamboo slips, Taoist Yimei couldn't calm down for a long time. At the same time, he had initially mastered the Celestial Demon Puppet. Unlike practicing martial arts and fighting skills, the difficulty of getting started with this side sect is not high, and Taoist Yimei is already proficient in it. The art of corpse refining, by analogy, has a certain amount of experience.

"Do you have the right materials? I really have this in hand. I want to refine a puppet that is comparable to the peak of Douzong, and can be used to guard Amethyst City."

Zi Aotian said lightly.

"Master, are you talking about the corpse of the Old Demon? Pindao has also heard about it. He has broken through to the Seven Stars Douzong. Looking at the entire Black Corner Domain, he can be said to be a well-deserved top powerhouse."

"But, with all due respect, it is impossible to refine the corpse of the Seven-Star Douzong into a puppet with the peak strength of the Douzong. Based on this, it is already the limit to be comparable to the Eight-star Douzong."

Taoist Yimei frowned, and then said helplessly.

Although the Heavenly Demon Puppet is mysterious and has no upper limit, it must also be based on the materials. The strength of the materials cannot keep up, and it is difficult for a poor man to make a meal without straw.

"Hahaha, the corpse of the old devil can still be used after repairing it. I will also refine it into a puppet and place it on a tree outside the city."

"However, the material I mentioned is something else, and it is not the corpse of the old demon."

Zi Aotian laughed.

Yes, I almost forgot about the Old Demon. If this guy's corpse is refined into a puppet comparable to the Seven or Eight Star Dou Sect, then it can also be used as waste.

After refining, it is still hanging on the tree, and it may be able to play some role in the future.

Just imagine, if a strong man from a certain family was killed by Amethyst Pavilion and hung on a tree, and then filial sons and grandsons came to steal the body, and then the corpses hanging on the tree and fluttering in the wind instantly revived... That scene should not be mentioned. Yes, it’s also a big surprise, right?

Thinking of such an interesting scene, the smile on Zi Aotian's face became even stronger.

"Ah? Isn't it the Old Demon? Could it be that the Pavilion Master went outside the Black Corner Territory to hunt down the peak Douzong?"

Taoist Yimei was stunned for a moment, and then asked with surprise on his face.

Good guy, you are worthy of being the master of the pavilion. Even if you say it's a big deal, you don't stick to trivial matters, but your operation of hunting down the peak Douzong in order to refine a puppet is much more ruthless than a poor Taoist.

"What are you thinking? Am I the kind of person who kills innocent people indiscriminately? Look at this mummy."

Zi Aotian's face darkened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he waved his right hand.

"Oh!"

A huge black creature suddenly appeared in this large room. It was a corpse of a giant monster that was ten feet in size.

The corpse of the monster was not small in size. It was obvious that it was an out-and-out giant beast when it was alive. However, it had been dead for a long time now, and its bones and muscles were all in a dried state.

The most eye-catching thing about this thing is the pair of giant wings that have turned into white bones. These giant wings that have turned into white bones are quite strange. They look like jade and emit a faint fluorescence.

I don't know how many years he has been dead, but there is still some kind of powerful strange energy contained in these bones and wings. "This mummy is the inventory of the Black Emperor Sect. It was accidentally encountered by the old guy Mo Tianxing in a mountain stream."

"In my opinion, this monster should have been a beast that was about to break through the seventh level and advance to the eighth level. I wonder if this material can be refined into a puppet at the peak of Douzong?"

As Zi Aotian spoke, his eyes couldn't help but stay on the pair of jade-like wings behind the mummy, and the light of expectation flickered in his eyes.

The Sky Demon Phoenix, which is close to the eighth level, should be top-notch among Warcraft at the same level. If I can absorb the essence of this pair of bone wings, I can smelt them into my wings.

I'm afraid by then, in terms of speed alone, no one in the Douzong realm can be faster than me, right?

"What? A quasi-eighth-level monster? There is such a level of existence in the Black Angle Domain!?"

Zi Aotian's words were like thunder exploding in Taoist Yimei's ears, causing his expression to change instantly.

Good guy, Douzong is the pinnacle existence in the Black Corner Domain. Before Amethyst Pavilion came, there were only a handful of Douzongs on the surface. Mo Tianxing actually picked up the body of a quasi-eighth-level monster?

A monster about to advance to the eighth level? That is a strong person who is close to Dou Zun at the peak of Dou Zong. Warcraft of this level almost all have the power to reach heaven in the Black Horn Domain, and their lifespan is comparable to or even surpasses that of human Dou Zun. How could they die here? ?

In the previous Black Angle Domain, were there any strong men who could kill him?

I just don’t know how long this corpse has been there. Has the flesh and blood in it been corroded?

If there is no corrosion, combined with the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures that Pindao inherited from his master, and the powerful flames of the pavilion master, it can definitely make it go further, and its power is comparable to some weak eighth-level monsters!

The puppet of Dou Zun's combat power. Even the master back then only had an eighth-level flying zombie, right?

If Pindao can cooperate with the pavilion master to refine the eighth-level puppet, even the weakest one, he will be proud of his face and not lose the prestige of the master!

"Let Pindao take a look..."

His eyes became increasingly hot, and with a final frown, Taoist took a few steps forward and carefully observed the corpse, unwilling to miss any detail.

From his point of view, a magical beast approaching the eighth level is almost full of treasures.

Animal skins can be used as armor, and the claws are sharper and stronger than weapons made of precious metals. The blood in the body must be filled with powerful and violent energy, making it an excellent alchemy material...

Of course, the most important thing is the magic core. It is conceivable that a Warcraft magic core that is about to break through to the eighth level will contain what kind of terrifying energy!

"Ok?"

"This corpse has lost more than 99% of its energy, and its flesh and skin have become rotten and fragile. Not to mention being used to refine puppets, a poor man can easily beat it into a ball of rotten flesh!"

"The most important thing is that Pindao didn't feel the magic core in it!"

Taoist Yimei's face gradually darkened, and he continued to observe every detail of the World of Warcraft mummy.

This Warcraft mummy didn't have as much use value as he thought, but it was reasonable.

Otherwise, if it was really a precious corpse of a quasi-eighth-level monster, why would the Black Emperor Sect not make use of it, but just leave it aside to eat ashes?

Pindao originally thought there would be some surprise, but now he took a closer look and found that this unknown monster had been dead for who knows how many years. Under the erosion of the long years, there was not much energy left in its body.

Not to mention the magic core, even the amount of blood remaining in it is pitifully small. A corpse of more than ten feet in size does not add up to a bowl of blood, right?

No matter how powerful it was in life, to me now, it is just a pile of rotting, worthless rotten meat!

(End of this chapter)