The fight against the sky begins with Han Feng

Chapter 165 Ancient Puppet

Looking at the ancient human puppet with his eyes tightly closed in front of him, Han Feng's soul power surged out from between his eyebrows. After Zhuli broke the seal, he could immediately invade the ancient human puppet's body and fight for control of the puppet.

In this regard, Zhuli did not hesitate at all. The powerful fighting spirit overflowed from his fingertips and touched the puppet's chest.

The moment the fighting spirit came into contact with the puppet, a light red barrier visible to the naked eye appeared around the puppet's body, cooperating with the killing energy to resist the invasion of Zhuli's fighting spirit.

"Hmph." Seeing this, Zhuli just snorted coldly, and pointed his fingertips downward again. The light red barrier made a crisp sound and turned into spots of light all over the sky.

Without Zhuli's reminder, Han Feng naturally knew the best time to invade the soul power. His soul power turned into an invisible long face and pierced directly into the puppet's chest.

Invading the puppet's conscious world, what appeared in front of Han Feng was a world of yellow sand. An illusory figure stood in the void, his limbs were bound by chains, his head was lowered, and his eyes were closed.

"Is this the soul sealed inside the puppet?" Han Feng's soul power gathered together and condensed Han Feng's figure in this yellow sand world.

Perhaps sensing Han Feng's gaze, the chained man raised his head, opened his eyes, and stared at Han Feng indifferently.

"Is it... someone from outside? How long has it been? Why... can't I remember anything?"

The man was talking to himself, and after a while, some emotional fluctuations appeared in his eyes.

"I see, I was arrested. The Saint of Creation is so ruthless!"

"Hey, kid, so you broke in? Haha, I was considered all-powerful back then, but ended up falling into the hands of this saint of creation. It's just that my skills are inferior to others. There's nothing to say."

As he spoke, the man suddenly became excited and shouted loudly: "Boy, I already know your purpose. Come on, break these chains, and then carve a mark on my soul. The ancient people I live in The puppet is yours!"

"It's just that I want to remind you that the Saint of Creation can easily imprison my soul. You... may not be able to do it. So, do you still want to try?"

Hearing this, Han Feng did not have any emotional fluctuations, but nodded calmly. He had reached the spiritual realm of perfection. If he could not cope with an extremely injured Dou Zun soul, wouldn't this level of improvement be in vain?

What's more, with his current methods, he is not without the ability to protect himself when facing the strong Dou Zun. What reason is there to be afraid of this Dou Zun who only has his soul left?

Han Feng raised his hand, and invisible flames burned slowly in the palm of his hand. This invisible fire was naturally the Fallen Heart Flame. For the soul body, the Fallen Heart Flame had a very obvious restraining effect.

As for the chains on the soul body, they are naturally forged by the power of the soul. Anyway, as long as it is the power of the soul, it falls under the control of the Fallen Heart Flame.

Therefore, with a wave of Han Feng's palm, the Fallen Heart Flame turned into a sharp blade, directly cutting off the chains on Dou Zun's soul body.

Then, before the soul body could react, the Fallen Heart Flame turned into a new chain of flames, binding it in mid-air.

The soul body of Dou Zun was naturally very knowledgeable. When he felt the invisible flame burning his soul, he quickly reacted and could only helplessly smile bitterly.

"It's actually the Fallen Heart Flame. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had this thing? If I knew you had the Fallen Heart Flame, I wouldn't have resisted."

In response to this, Han Feng just cupped his hands and said calmly: "I have to deal with other ancient puppets, so I won't talk to my seniors anymore." After saying that, Han Feng flicked his finger and fired a flame mark. It appeared on the forehead of this soul body, and then Han Feng felt his control over this ancient puppet.

After gaining control, Han Feng naturally took back the Fallen Heart Flame, then handed it over, and his body transformed into soul power again, disappearing into the yellow sand world.

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"Elder Zhuli, it's done." Han Feng opened his eyes and his mind moved. This ancient puppet was standing aside obediently.

"Haha, okay, Donglong King's attainments at the soul level are indeed not low." Zhuli smiled, reached out and grabbed another ancient puppet.

Following the same pattern, there were a total of fourteen ancient human puppets. With the help of the soul power of Great Perfection in the Spiritual Realm and the Fallen Heart Flame, Han Feng successfully gained control of these fourteen ancient human puppets.

On the side, Mu Qingluan was dumbfounded. Each of these fourteen ancient puppets had reached the level of Dou Zun. They could also perform fighting skills normally and were not afraid of death. This could be regarded as fourteen. He is a powerful Dou Zun, and he has harvested so many martial arts, fighting skills and elixirs from this ancient ruins. The strength of Xingyun Pavilion has greatly increased!

"Of the fourteen ancient human puppets, the weakest among them is equivalent to a one-star Dou Zun, and the strongest one has reached the strength of a four-star Dou Zun." Zhuli looked up at the stone seat in the main hall and said, "Just But the most precious thing in this hall is probably the skeleton of the Fighting Saint, haha, he is indeed a strong Fighting Saint, and he is full of good things."

He also broke through to the Fighting Saint level with the help of the old Dragon King, so he had no sense of awe towards the Fighting Saint's skeleton.

"It's just that before that, let me resolve a trace of the idea contained in the bones of the Fighting Saint."

After saying that, Zhuli waved his sleeves and took over the ten light groups floating in the main hall. The seals contained in the light groups were also directly broken, and finally turned into ten that looked very simple. of scrolls.

"Ten volumes of earth-level advanced fighting skills, Donglong King, put them away!"

Zhuli didn't even glance at these fighting skills. His Taixu ancient dragon clan had better ones.

As the seal was broken, the Dou Sheng skeleton stood up slowly. Then, a space crack appeared around it, and dozens of huge monsters were spit out by the space crack, making a muffled sound. It turned into a rain of blood...

The broken flesh and the blood of the monsters were absorbed by the Fighting Saint skeleton, and the white skeleton gradually turned into blood red.

"Hmph, can the old fighting saint master only use this method now?" Seeing this, Zhuli's face turned cold, and his powerful fighting spirit surged out, vaguely forming the shape of a dragon's head.

"This space crack is connected to the medicinal forest. Are the monsters in it your back-up?"

Seeing the powerful strength condensed in the palms of the Dou Sheng skeleton, Zhuli didn't have any fear. He clenched his hands into fists and his fighting spirit condensed into a hundred-foot golden dragon!

"Exercise fighting skills? Then let me teach you!"

(End of this chapter)