I am the leader of Huangquan

"The main brain's refining technology has reached the standard, but its cultivation base is insufficient. It is still at the first level of the Qi refining stage, and it cannot refine the core of a higher-level magic weapon."

Houtu is the same as other Fate Artifacts. As a life wheel magic weapon with unlimited growth, even other great powers are envious of the treatment of the disciples of the Huangquan Sect, so it can naturally be cultivated.

At the same time, as a pseudo-soul life, she can also simulate emotions!

Royal sister type, loli type, defeated dog type, tsundere type...

But Wu Lang tried it a few times, and it turned out to be the same as the real thing, and he couldn't tell if it was a fake emotion.

As expected of a specialized charming humanoid monster.

The various character camouflages are perfect. This clay puppet can also be tailored to your preferences. It is a really sweet vomit sauce. Which man can resist this?

But Wu Lang studied it a few times and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

He found that it is better to use the original cold mechanical sound now.

He is not the few founders who have been paraded through the streets, the unrivaled powerhouse who can estrus against the soulless magic weapon.

That's not okay, at least it shouldn't be.

"However, I admire those seniors after all."

Wu Lang looked at the puppet girl in front of him, and said, "The human figure in front of me is nothing more than that, but other octopuses, flying fish, and even various creatures can do it too?"

They are too free!

"No wonder, this guild will be arrested by the orthodox sect and paraded through the streets." Wu Lang put his gaze in front of him.

at this time.

The three-meter-high bare-faced brain pattern was reduced by her to more than one meter.

The body is as tall as five meters.

However, this size is quite convenient for refining and various manufacturing research. As a super-computing puppet giant, you can touch everything in the entire basement.

"It's okay, it's better to be a little bigger. Be a large mountain guardian beast, my artifact of the six paths of reincarnation, and guard our seventh peak."

Wu Lang had no intention of letting her go out to expose her, and if she was found out, it would add a lot of trouble.

"Also, how are you preparing for the mission I gave you?" Wu Lang asked.

"It's barely done, and it's in my hands," she said.

Wu Lang nodded and climbed up along her twin ponytails.

Soon, sitting on her shoulder and looking down, in her hand was a small doll less than one meter long, a little loli clay doll, very similar in appearance to Houtu.

This is Houtu's clay puppet clone.

Mo Dao clay figure, Tomie Kawakami: The characteristics are specialized charm, flesh and blood regeneration, and the ability to clone a doll.

Avatar.

That's why Wu Lang valued it.

Although the fighting power of the avatar is low, there is no price after death, and the body of the life wheel magic weapon is very safe.

Besides, Houtu was too big, and Wu Lang didn't intend to expose her.

The help she gave herself was to have her battle puppet avatar appear by her side, as a general life wheel weapon.

From now on, the body of this natal artifact will sit on the seventh peak.

"This level of avatar is not enough."

Wu Lang frowned, "The formula ratio of soul mud is not thoroughly researched, and it has a high activity of deformation. You have to ensure that this clay puppet is soft enough and capable of changing various mimics. Dead and living things must be able to change , you continue to study this aspect."

"Yes."

she responded.

The magic clay puppet is made of soul clay, and its strongest characteristic is its ability to change.

Cooperating with his own immortality, Kawakami Tomie's combat effectiveness will not be weak in frontal combat, it is simply a pile of super poisonous monsters of undead cells.

"By the way, I will give you another task."

Wu Lang thought for a while, "Secretly observe Liu Ping in the yard, the practice track of "Tiangou Yingtian Jing", the running route of fate... for my fate, tailor-made a practice method."

"Yes, Master."

The giant responded blankly.

The other party is originally an auxiliary intelligence for deduction and calculation, and it is most suitable to leave this aspect to her.

In the next few days, Wu Lang's Bianhua began to grow wildly.

Tapping.

Wu Lang turned himself into a hardworking flower farmer.

A large pile of soul mud nutrition bricks was buried under the flower field.

He began to plant a large number of Bianhua flowers on the seventh peak, vaguely turning this peak into a beautiful mountain full of bright red flowers.

Another week passed, and in the afternoon when the seedlings began to grow, it was obvious that some people began to be attracted by the scene of red mountains and forests.

"Junior brother, I'm here to visit the Seventh Peak again." A voice came from the bottom of the mountain, and said loudly: "Can you go up to the mountain as a guest? I see that the flowers on the other side of the mountain are blooming!"

Chapter 31 The Price of Death and Resurrection

Wu Lang went down the mountain and picked up the two people from the fifth peak.

After entering the seventh peak, Xing Hanhan couldn't help laughing when he saw the flowers on the other side of the mountain: "As expected of a junior, he has excellent aptitude, and he succeeded so quickly. It's really beautiful! It reminds me of the beauty of the seventh peak back then. !"

The ten halls and peaks of Huangquan each have their own strengths.

The seventh peak is good at cultivating Bianhua.

"However, your flower looks a little special." Xing Hanhan muttered.

"There was a little accident in my cultivation, and I couldn't find the orthodox path left by Master." Wu Lang showed a regretful expression.

"It's okay, as long as it works."

Xing Hanhan didn't care, she was obviously a hard worker like Granny Meng, and squatted down to pick a flower, "After feeling it, the effect seems to be not bad, you can cultivate more and provide it to us on the fifth peak, my fifth peak Too short of flowers from the other side!"

"With this Bianhua, our Fifth Peak can finally grow and start recruiting a large number of errant disciples!"

Bana has many functions.

But the main function is: to swear to the other side of the flower, so that people can swear allegiance.

Only flowers are needed to sign the Yincha, and let people work for their sect. This is a contract to restrain the Yincha.

"Naturally, I will provide more to my senior sister." Wu Lang said as he walked.

Xing Hanhan put a Bianhua flower in her bun and stood up, "Okay, I'm here to see the Bianhua flower. At the same time, these days are also the long-lost Zongmen exam. I will take you to see the excitement and show off my face .”

Wu Lang was puzzled.

Is there anyone else here?

Could it be that the Yin soldiers crossed the border?

It is not impossible.

After all, we are the underworld here.

But Xing Hanhan smiled and said mysteriously: "You will know when you come."

So, Wu Lang followed directly down the mountain.

What Wu Lang didn't expect the most was that instead of taking him to her fifth peak, she went to the legendary first peak where she had never seen her elder brother Chi Huaqing.

Soon, after going up the mountain, Wu Lang realized something was wrong.

The Huangquan Road and the fifth peak that I have been to are full of ruins. The entire Huangquan sect is completely devoid of people, but the first peak is very lively.

There is a disciple of a famous sect living and commuting, forming a lively neighborhood, which is very lively, like the Huangquan sect in its heyday.

It seems that this peak has become a small world of sects.

"Hello, elder."

"Hello, elder."

A disciple wearing a black robe pays homage.

Wu Lang observed while walking, and even found that there was a mission hall in the distance, and many disciples went to pick up the mission and exchange some contribution points.

Seeing this, Wu Lang finally couldn't help but asked: "Didn't you say before that we are the only ones left in the Huangquan sect?"

Xing Hanhan instinctively replied: Huh?Are these people not human?It's just a one-time consumption of ghost supplies!

But she held back her words and swallowed them back.

After all, senior Meng Po is not allowed to speak ill.

"Cough cough cough."

Xing Hanhan coughed twice, and secretly explained to Wu Lang:

"Our Netherworld Sect has strict rules and hierarchies, and these guys from the first peak are not considered true disciples."

"Some peak masters call them fate slaves, and some call them yin servants...Using the oath of the other side to hold each other's life, they are the low-level miscellaneous fish disciples who are responsible for the extradition of Yin Ling down the mountain, and contribute to the great cause of our Huangquan sect."

"They... die quickly." She whispered, but she couldn't hide it anyway.

Wu Lang was stunned for a moment.

hiss!

After reacting, Wu Lang took a deep breath.

As expected of the Netherworld Demon Sect, it's too ruthless!

Xing Hanhan held his head high, and said righteously: "Don't tell them this! On the surface, we are elders, and they are the outer disciples of our Holy Sect! They came to us to learn art and seek longevity. We have taught them There is no class, no qualifications, only determination, anyone will accept!"

Wu Lang doesn't want to talk anymore, you can just report it as "cannon fodder".

She continued: "You should be clear that their fates are generally barely able to practice, there are few geniuses, and most of them are white and green fates."

"They work as ghost messengers, and the death rate is very high."

She clasped her fingers and began to count, "Although there are six reincarnations, and their true spirits are forcibly retrieved from the air, the average number of deaths per person is still 37 times. Every time they are retrieved, some true spirits will be mutilated, and then many people will die. Generally, more than 50 times, the soul will be dissipated directly."

Wu Lang was completely silent.

In the hard-core game "Huangquan Ghost Escort", the average number of players dying after entering the mountain gate is more than 54 times. It turns out that in ancient times, Huangquanzong had such a fine tradition!

It is worthy of being the number one demon sect, and its reputation is well-deserved.

There are only wrong sect names, but no wrong sect rankings.

In this world of cultivating immortals, where the demon sects are more involved and black-hearted than anyone else, you who have been involved in the number one demon sect and are surrounded and suppressed by the world, you deserve your name.

The Holy Cult of the Underworld, which claims to never kill a single person, is your feeling that you let them work hard to help you, die once and save once, and then get tired to death?

People like you will go to the [-]th floor of hell after death, and you will be hanged on the street lamp!

Xing Hanhan pointed at the bustling scene of the No. [-] peak, and whispered: "This No. [-] peak was born by Senior Po Meng. There are so many people here. It is because Po Meng used most of the Bana flowers in stock. To restore the peak of the disciples of the first peak, first revive the lineage of the sect."

"And what about my fifth peak? I don't even give me the flowers of the other side! It's sparsely populated, and I have to go down the mountain to complete the quota and have enough food and clothing."

She vomited bitterness, saying that she was too difficult!

Granny Meng kept giving benefits to others, and crazily put on small shoes for herself, she was very eccentric!

Before helping the elder brother of the first peak to revive, now he is helping the new junior brother of the seventh peak!

Do I have no cards like that?

But now, the Bianhua flower has finally been re-cultivated, and she can also recruit a group of ghost messengers to work for her on the seventh peak, which makes her very happy.

"Now, it's the sect competition at the first peak."

"Eldest brother Chi Huaqing is not here, he has been outside, busy with important affairs, let me manage the first peak for him, and I will bring you to join in the fun." The more Xing Hanhan said, the more uncomfortable he became.

The benefits are not hers, and part-time work is all her share!

She felt bitter, the fifth peak was lonely, and it was still in ruins with few people, so she could only bully the newly recruited Li Goudan to relax.

Wu Lang understood what he heard, and nodded, "These disciples can also succeed, right?"