After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

The great monk Butian took a few deep breaths, and it took him a long time to regain his former composure.

He grabbed his hand in mid-air, and a dusty mirror appeared out of thin air.

He yelled, "Come on!"

Like a treasure weapon opening and a new moon rising into the sky, the gray mirror suddenly lit up.

The great monk Budian quickly made a few more gestures, and with the flip of the gestures, a large area of ​​brilliance was introduced.

Gradually, the mirror became brighter and brighter... After about half an hour, it stopped and returned to normal.

"pudding!"

Following this call, a man's figure appeared on the mirror.

The man is dressed in plain clothes and a white robe, and his three thousand black hair is tied up with only a white jade hairpin. He is handsome and elegant, with an air of immortality, and has a peerless face that looks like a beautiful fairy.

If Ye Lige were here, he would look familiar at first glance. If he takes a closer look, he will find that he is 30% similar to Daojun Chengyuan and 50% to Immortal Emperor Yunjiang.

That's right, this person is the most trusted divine attendant of the great monk Butian, who gave him the name of Pudding.

Like the regular gods with divine status in the divine world, the Great Monk Butian also has two divine attendants.

Divine servants are servants who serve the righteous god, and their master gives them the ability to live in the divine world.

The two divine attendants of the great monk Bu Dian, one bright and the other dark, the bright one had been killed on the spot to cover his escape when Jiuxia Shenjun fell.

When a person dies, the exposed connections and family power are all uprooted by the Nine Heavens Palace.

Pudding is the secret hand of the great monk Bu Dian. Very few people know of his existence, and there has always been a single line of contact with him.

Because of this, in the Jiuxia Disaster, the only ones that were intact and not damaged at all were Pudding, his tribe, and some of the invisible resources and forces in his hands.

For example, right now, the mineral vein where the great monk Bu Dian's physical body is located is the industry that Pudding is responsible for.

Because Pudding himself is innocent enough, he has escaped the liquidation of Jiuxiao Shrine many times.

The great monk Bu Dian trusted Pudding far more than his clones, who had thousands of heads and bodies, all different from each other. In his heyday, he could use his fingers like an arm, and even if he had some small thoughts, he would laugh them off.

Laugh at their overestimation of their own abilities, their wishful thinking and their wishful thinking.

Strength determines everything, there is no need to take it to heart.

Now that he is as weak as a horse, what if a powerful clone wants to devour and refine him and wants to replace him?

He couldn't afford to gamble, and he didn't want to gamble.

After thinking about it, I still felt that it would be more appropriate to leave it to Pudding.

"Lord Buddha!"

Pudding let out a low cry, his voice as mellow as the brew of a sweet spring, with the charm of healing everything.

Even though we are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, the great monk Butian is still very excited.

"How many times have I told you that a fallen phoenix is ​​worse than a chicken, so there is no need to call the poor monk Buddha!"

Pudding looked at him with lustful eyes and whispered, "You will always be a slave to the Buddha!"

The great monk Butian said helplessly: "I can't always do anything to you!

However, there are a few things you need to deal with now. "

The first thing he did was to look for void survivors, because he felt a clone struggling on the edge of life and death.

In the past, he could bring the other party back to life by just giving him a little bit of power.

If not necessary, you can ignore it completely.

Now he is so weak that he can't do anything, and every clone now is extremely important to him.

"You know what to do after you pick it up."

It is nothing more than feeding the main body that is recovering from injuries. After the physical soul knows about it, he will understand here.

When he was strong, it only took one thought to extract the memories of these clones and know everything he had experienced.

Now, we can only take some detours, which is also a no-brainer.

For a long time, the great monk Bu Dian kept them outside and regarded them as his own food reserves. When needed, he could draw out their soul power and other energy at any time.

Last time, after he was seriously injured by the madmen from Jiuxiao Shrine, he naturally thought of the batch of food reserves.

In the end, he lost control. The guy had his own consciousness and way of acting, and actually wanted to devour him.

After a tug-of-war, the great monk Bu Dian won miserably, but lost absolute control over the clone with personality.

The soul body, which was already seriously injured, was even more frail.

The past is too painful to look back on, and since then, he has begun to be wary of those clones that he was previously proud of.

Naturally, I don’t dare to devour it casually anymore.

Pudding naturally knew what to do. This was not the first time.

Moreover, it is a part of one's own Buddha, isn't it natural to return to it?

"Lord Buddha, does it have any influence on you?"

Pudding has an obsessive admiration for his Buddha, and takes it for granted that anything that can alarm the Buddha and proactively contact him must be no small matter.

The great monk Butian didn't want to hide Pudding, not because he trusted Pudding so much, but because this matter had to be left to him to handle, it was natural for him to know the cause and effect.

In fact, after experiencing the betrayal of his previous clone, he no longer dared to trust anyone but himself.

After hearing this, Pudding was furious, angrier than he imagined, "How dare these ants be so disrespectful?"

The great monk Butian looked at him with satisfaction, with lingering nostalgia in his eyes.

"A few mere clones are not worth much.

However, the place they were responsible for looking after was the Thirty-Six Foreign Lands Spiritual Field Base that the poor monk had spent a lot of energy to build. "

After being kicked out of the God Realm, it was too difficult to find cultivation resources and heavenly materials and earthly treasures that could heal him, so he built such a base.

Over the years, more than half of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures he used to cultivate and recuperate came from there.

The other part was obtained by Pudding in every possible way, but Pudding's status in the God Realm was not high and what he could do was limited.

There was nothing he could do about it. It was a shady secret. In order not to attract attention, he did not dare to give Pudding a too prominent identity.

Pudding's heart stirred slightly, "Lord Buddha, if I remember correctly, their real purpose is to guard your spiritual fluid pool, Lord Buddha!"

Monk Butian laughed loudly, "Don't worry about that. The thing that makes Lao Na feel at ease the most is the spiritual liquid pool."

Pudding looked puzzled, "That is an important resource for Buddha to restore his physical body!"

Isn’t that what we should be worried about the most?

Monk Bu Dian didn't want to test Pudding. No matter what the reason was, Monk Bu Dian didn't want Pudding to have another accident.

So he said: "Do you remember the long-tailed poison that the poor monk refined back then?"

Pudding raised the ends of his eyes, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly revealed a look of fear.

"What does Buddha mean...?"

Monk Budian smiled sadly, "As long as you understand!"

Pudding lowered his eyes, and all the thoughts he should have and shouldn't have disappeared at this moment.

"What about the second thing?"

The Great Monk Bu Dian gave a sinister smile, "It's indecent to come but not to reciprocate. Let them prepare whatever they need to prepare!"

No matter how bad the clone is, it is still a part of him. If he was killed for nothing, how could he not take revenge?

Pudding bowed respectfully, "I understand!"

The great monk Bu Dian asked with a half-smile, "How effective is the bloodline mark?"

Pudding answered the question incorrectly: "Old rules!"

Monk Bu Dian, "Extraordinary times require extraordinary measures!"

Pudding's crow-feathered eyelashes trembled, "Thank you, Lord Buddha, for reminding me!"

Both of them were very aware of this endless conversation.

The so-called bloodline mark is to use bloodline as a guide to let one's own bloodline descendants be used by oneself. They must obey one's instructions without any disobedience. They have always chosen only one.

Monk Butian is obviously not satisfied anymore. He needs more connections for his use, but the prerequisite is absolute loyalty.