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Chapter 295 Fushanzong Extra Story 5 Is It Easy to Raise a Monster?
No one would be willing to be exiled in the Demon Realm for a lifetime, Mu Qingwei thought.

When she clearly knew that only Jindan and Yaodan could repair her dantian, Mu Qingwei completely let go of the boundaries in her heart and accepted the choice of being a demon cultivator.

It was impossible for her to take the demon pill. Her ancestor's lesson was still vivid in her mind. She would never allow herself to become such a half-human, half-demon monster. She would rather become possessed than become such an ugly thing.

Look, this is their patriarch, so how about saving those mortals who are in dire straits?So what about establishing a sect and passing down the cultivation method?

When the deity that everyone praised became a half-demon overnight, and his great achievements have not faded away, others have already begun to criticize him, belittling him as worthless.

This is those mortals and monks.

When Mu Qingwei sighed with emotion, he didn't see the sarcasm in Feng Yao's eyes at all: Isn't this the case for everyone in the world?What is the difference between you and the world?
There are often some monks wandering around the edge of the demon domain, because there are many monsters in the demon domain, some of them may be taken as spiritual pets, some can be killed and used as medicine, and some are monks guarding the place.

However, the demons in the Exiled Land are isolated by powerful formations and cannot get out at all, and ordinary monks will never come in. Fortunately, Feng Xiao does not seem to be affected by this formation.

After taking the No.30 six golden elixirs, Mu Qingwei's dantian was completely restored, but his cultivation still dropped a lot.

But for Mu Qingwei, she has a more important thing - refining puppets.

Apart from making puppets, she doesn't know anything. If she doesn't practice, she will be useless if her hands are raw.

As for other cultivation methods, Mu Qingwei has already passed the best cultivation period, even if he practices martial arts and swordsmanship, he can only become an ordinary swordsman, Mu Qingwei simply cannot accept it, and will not spend time doing such useless exercises.

It's just that the demon realm is too barren and barren. Looking around, there is a whole field of yellow sand, and there is no material to refine puppets at all.

When Mu Qingwei hesitated, he suddenly looked at the man who had just been taken away by Feng Xiao.

Golden pills are the same as all kinds of elixirs. After a long time, they will not be fresh, and the spiritual power on them will collapse. Therefore, since Mu Qingwei accepted his fate, Feng Yao always gave her fresh golden pills. Of course, It does not rule out Feng Yao's evil taste and the idea of ​​provoking Mu Qingwei.

Puppets are actually the same as all kinds of magical weapons. They can be manipulated by imprinting their own consciousness into them. There are also many people who will train puppets into human form in order to do some messy work.

Since the magic weapon is a dead object, and the corpse is also a dead object, why can't the divine consciousness be branded into the corpse?
Mu Qingwei was a little strangely excited, and slowly stretched out his hand to attach to the forehead of the corpse, a ray of consciousness drifted out from the sea of ​​consciousness, followed the meridian, gathered at the fingertips, disappeared suddenly, and was successfully branded into the corpse middle!
Mu Qingwei felt the ray of consciousness gradually merged into the corpse, and her smile deepened. She knew that she would have the first original puppet!

People's hearts are always greedy. When Mu Qingwei had three puppets of Jindan stage corpses, she didn't kill the person in front of her whose Jindan was gouged out alive. sea ​​of ​​consciousness.

This is very difficult, first you have to erase the divine consciousness in the sea of ​​human consciousness, and then imprint your own spiritual consciousness into it, which is somewhat similar to Duoshe.

Although the puppet master's spiritual consciousness was powerful enough, Mu Qingwei already had old wounds, and his spiritual consciousness was forcibly imprinted on him. The opponent was a golden elixir-level monk, so Mu Qingwei inevitably suffered some backlash.

But Mu Qingwei knew clearly that she succeeded.

It's just that the backlash was too strong, not to mention hurting Mu Qingwei's consciousness, Mu Qingwei had taken too many golden elixirs, and the evil fire in his heart was too strong. Aroused by the backlash, he immediately spit out a mouthful of black blood and passed out.

When she woke up, she was told by Feng Yao that she almost lost her temper, and her tendons were broken again. The angry Mu Qingwei spat out a mouthful of black blood again, and her hair turned white in an instant.

Feng Xiao just wiped away the blood on Mu Qingwei's face: "You have been exiled for only three years, and you can take over other people's bodies, which is already very good. I have connected the meridians for you. You can rest for a few days, and you can still live. Two or three years.”

Although it is not a seizing house, but its difficulty is far less than seizing a house. If it is not for the strong spiritual sense, it is absolutely impossible to do it.

"So what? If the tendons are cut off, even if they are reconnected, I'm just a useless person."

"There are thousands of ways to take revenge, and you don't have to do it yourself."

Mu Qingwei looked at Feng Yao, the indifference on the other side's face hurt Mu Qingwei's eyes deeply, and he couldn't control it, Mu Qing only slapped Feng Yao on the face: "I don't need you to preach!"

Feng Yao lightly touched his cheek. As a sword spirit, it was the first time he was touched by someone. Unexpectedly, it was a slap in the face, and the evil spirit in Feng Yao's body was immediately stimulated, and he sneered: "Oh, trash .”

After saying that, Feng Xiao disappeared immediately.

Mu Qingwei's fists gradually clenched, trash...

waste.

waste!

Mu Qingwei looked at the sword that she had been hanging on the bed, the more she looked at it, the more angry she became, and the more she looked at it, the more upset she became. Holding back the pain in her body, she stood up, picked up the sword and slashed wildly until she was exhausted. He fell down, threw himself on the bed and hugged the quilt, weeping uncontrollably.

At night, Feng Yao just came back, with a faint red mark on his face.

Feng Yao threw a few bitter wild vegetables in front of Mu Qingwei, and then disappeared again.

Mu Qingwei cried all afternoon, and her mood that had calmed down a little suddenly collapsed when she saw those wild vegetables.

She hates eating wild vegetables the most. Before going up the mountain, her family was poor, so she ate wild vegetables all year round except during the Chinese New Year!

Feng Yao has been by Mu Qingwei's side for three years, and is completely aware of Mu Qingwei's preferences and habits, he clearly did it on purpose!

Thinking of this, Mu Qingwei didn't care, sat on the ground and began to cry, Feng Yao's mean voice resounded in the air: "Do you only cry? Trash!"

Mu Qingwei didn't hear it, and cried even louder.

The old fox next door sneaked into the door silently: "I said, you have been crying all afternoon, can you stop? Let the demon sleep!"

Mu Qingwei cried even louder.

Old Fox: ...

Why is it so difficult to find a clean place to sleep when you are older?It's hard to find that the Land of Exile is very clean, why did such an annoying human come here!

"I said Xiaofeng, please persuade me, it's not good to disturb the neighbors."

Wind Demon: ...

Take a deep breath, these are old monsters who are retired, without fighting spirit and passion, young monsters don't care about them!

But I still have to smile: "Okay, Uncle Fox, I'll persuade her right now."

Although he is old, if there are so many old monsters fighting together, he may not be able to fight...

　The painting style suddenly changed hhhhhh
　　
　
(End of this chapter)