Immortality from plundering luck

Chapter 147 Puppet Master, Black Sheep
"Ninety-three thousand two hundred points, only a little over six thousand points away from one hundred thousand points," Shi He raised his eyes and looked deeply at the majestic mountain in front of him, his eyes flashing, as if he wanted to see through the entire mountain.

His lips moved slightly, and he murmured, "Once we kill that old bald donkey Fazhen, I think we will soon reach 100,000."

At this moment, a strange energy fluctuation suddenly came from the depths of the mountain.

Shi He suddenly raised his head, looked there, and stared deeply. He could vaguely see wisps of disembodied black smoke floating out.

"This breath is so familiar."

Shi He was slightly stunned, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Never mind, let's go and take a look first, maybe we can get some new gains." Shi He flashed, and quickly used his skills to fly into the depths of the mountain.

Time goes back to before.

With Master Fahai's instructions, Yuan Teng quickly rushed to the back mountain of Qinglong Temple to look for Abbot Fazhen.

The mountain in front of Shi He is the place where the abbot of Qinglong Temple, Fazhen, practices in seclusion.

Yuan Teng's figure shuttled through the mountains and forests, and soon came to a stone house.

The stone house was built against the mountain wall and the door was made of steel. As no one had opened it for a long time, it was already covered with moss, ivy and other plants.

No matter who passes by, they would not know that there is a monk practicing asceticism hidden here.

Yuan Teng slowed down his pace, took a deep breath, came to the stone house, stood respectfully, and said in a deep voice: "Qinglong Temple's 'Yuan' generation disciple Yuan Teng, sorry to bother you, uncle."

There was no sound in the stone house, as if nothing had been heard.

Yuan Teng frowned, and his tone became even more anxious and his voice became louder. "Yuan Teng, the disciple of the 'Yuan' generation of Qinglong Temple, has an urgent matter that concerns the life and death of Qinglong Temple. I did not mean to disturb you, uncle. Please forgive me!"

Finally, a faint voice came from the stone house: "Open the door and come in to talk."

Yuan Teng was slightly surprised, but did not doubt anything else. He put his hands on the stone door and the internal energy suddenly began to circulate.

With a "click" sound, the two stone doors suddenly loosened and moved to both sides.

It was pitch black inside. Yuan Teng narrowed his eyes and walked in.

As he walked, he said loudly: "Master, where are you?"

"I'm here." The faint voice sounded again, echoing back and forth in the stone house, with a hint of weirdness in the voice.

Yuan Teng took a few steps towards the source of the sound. Suddenly, a hand pierced through the endless darkness and hit him heavily on the chest.

puff! !

Blood spurted everywhere. Yuan Teng was beaten so hard that he vomited blood and flew backwards. His body was like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind him. The hard rock behind him caused him to suffer severe injuries all over his body again, and a mouthful of black red blood spurted out.

"You, you..." His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He stretched out his finger and pointed tremblingly at the endless darkness in front of him.

"Uncle Master, why do you want to harm me?"

Yuan Teng's eyes revealed endless confusion and sorrow.

This was his beloved abbot, how could he suddenly attack him?

He has never made any mistakes.

"Hehehe," a black shadow slowly walked out from the darkness. A ray of light came in from the crack in the door, just illuminating his face. His face was long and narrow, his chin was sharp, his eyes were gloomy, and his complexion was extremely pale. His facial features were distorted and filled with evil, revealing an endless aura of evil.

He looked at Yuan Teng in front of him with a playful look in his eyes: "How is it, didn't you expect it, my great nephew?"

Yuan Teng's eyes widened, his face was filled with shock, and then when he realized what was happening, his face turned pale and full of anger: "Who are you? What did you do to my uncle?"

"You ask me who I am?" The shadow narrowed his eyes, raised his very thin lips slightly, and smiled: "I have forgotten my original name, but now I have a new name, they call me,"

The black shadow stared straight at Yuan Teng and said calmly, "Black Sheep."

Black Sheep raised his eyes and said with a look of nostalgia: "In order to find a suitable body, I traveled all over the East Realm. Even the ancient holy sect, the blessed land, and the dangerous land could not stop me. Therefore, my collection has become more and more."

At this point, he shook his head with regret and said, "However, there is not a single collection that I can be extremely satisfied with. This is really a pity."

"How can a great puppeteer not have perfect puppets?"

He looked at Yuan Teng in front of him with a smile on his face and said gently: "So, I looked everywhere. Unexpectedly, I got what I wanted in this small Qingzhou."

"What is it?" Yuan Teng asked subconsciously, looking at the morbid smile of the Black Sheep in front of him.

But as soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Is this even an appropriate question?
Isn't this obvious?
Looking at the smile of Hei Yangzi in front of him, he felt more and more that this person seemed a little neurotic and very abnormal.

Wait, what did he say, he said he was a puppeteer?

Puppet? Yuan Teng was startled.

Could it be that his uncle-master had been turned into a puppet by the man in front of him?
No, it's impossible! Uncle Master is a powerful warrior who is about to break through the Yuandan realm. Who in this area of ​​thousands of miles can deal with him!
"That thing is naturally your uncle."

"Hehehe." Black Sheep let out a strange laugh. The sound echoed back and forth throughout the stone house and was extremely loud.

"Impossible!" Yuan Teng said angrily.

"Don't you believe it?" Heiyangzi looked carefully at the expression on Yuan Teng's face, then raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was appreciating the expression of this guy in front of him.
What he was looking forward to more was what kind of changes would occur on this stubborn expression after he saw his uncle being turned into a puppet?

It’s interesting when you think about it.

Black Sheep clapped his hands and said calmly, "Come out."

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and another figure vaguely walked out of the darkness.

Yuan Teng opened his eyes and looked, then the figure walked in, and his face gradually became clear.

The most eye-catching thing is the big bald head, the familiar face, the wrinkled cheeks, and the rather thin figure.

It was Master Fazhen of Qinglong Temple.

For some reason, Master Fazhen's face was calm and expressionless, just like a dead person.

Yuan Teng looked at Fa Zhen, looked at his uncle, looked at his familiar face, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Feel his aura carefully. He won't let you down."

Heiyangzi, who was carefully observing the expression on Yuan Teng's face, felt that Yuan Teng's expression was not yet devastated enough and not enough to satisfy him, so he decided to add fuel to the fire.

Yuan Teng carefully felt the energy of Fa Zhen and his expression changed instantly.

It was empty, like a piece of wood, extremely strange.

A look of sadness instantly appeared on his face.

Even the only hope has been completely cut off. Is it true that the Qinglong Temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, will be extinct today?

Is the inheritance going to be broken like this?

Admiring the look of despair on Yuan Teng's face, Heiyangzi finally laughed happily.

But he felt that it was not enough, and he had to do something to satisfy himself. What was missing?

He looked back and when he saw Fa Zhen with a dazed look on his face, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I got it.

Don’t you have a deep relationship as master and disciple?
Then let you watch your uncle-master beat you to death. I think that must be a great feeling.

"Fazhen, kill him!" Heiyangzi pointed at Yuan Teng, whose face was pale, and said lightly.

Fa Zhen's figure moved instantly. He walked calmly, step by step past the Black Sheep, and then walked towards Yuan Teng.

Yuan Teng looked at Fa Zhen in front of him and suddenly smiled.

There was a hint of bitterness on his lips. He did not resist. To be more precise, he had lost the ability to resist.

Both physically and psychologically.

Fa Zhen didn’t think so much. At this moment, he was just an emotionless puppet.

He raised his right palm calmly and slapped Yuan Teng's chest calmly.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out of Yuan Teng's mouth again.

He stared blankly at the hand that was deeply embedded in his chest, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear:

“Perhaps, this is our destiny.”

Then his neck collapsed, his head drooped, and his life was completely cut off.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a bummer. I wanted to see you struggle."

Black Sheep shook his head with regret, then glanced up and down at Yuan Teng's body, shook his head again, and said to himself: "No, the strength of this body is too low, only the strength of the sixth level of the Jade Liquid Realm, and there is nothing special about it. It is not worth collecting."

"Let's go," he squinted and looked out the door. A ray of sunlight shone through the crack in the door, adding a little brightness to the dim stone house.

"I've been here long enough. It's time to go back and meet those old friends."

He turned his eyes to the puppet master beside him and said to himself: "Don't worry, I will equip you well. You are not strong enough now. When we get to Zhongzhou, I will find better materials for you."

"I'm really sorry for what's happening to you now."

His eyes were filled with infinite tenderness.

It was as if he was looking at his beloved wife.

In fact, to him, this puppet is like his wife.

Black Sheep used to be a family man, but in order to prevent his beloved wife from leaving him, he simply turned his wife into a puppet so that she could stay with him forever.

And his feelings for his wife were transferred to the puppet.

To him, every puppet is his painstaking effort, something he has poured all his emotions into creating.

Walking out of the stone house, the bright sunlight poured down, causing Black Sheep, who had not seen the sun for a long time, to squint his eyes tightly.

A sense of momentum quietly rose from his body.

"I have been hiding for too long. I guess they have all forgotten my name," Black Sheep's voice rang out. "But it's okay. I will help them and make them remember me forever."

“Who do you want them to remember?”

At this time, a voice sounded faintly.

Black Sheep trembled violently, and his previous indifference disappeared in an instant.

He suddenly turned his head and looked to the left. On a tree trunk as thick as an adult's arms, there stood a tall and burly man.

"Who are you?" Heiyangzi's expression changed slightly and gradually became serious.

The aura of this person is extremely powerful, much stronger than that of Master Fazhen of the Qinglong Temple. If I am not mistaken, he should be a warrior in the Yuandan realm.

However, that fierce aura seemed to be much stronger than that of an ordinary Yuandan realm warrior.

"Me?" Shi He said indifferently, "You took my prey, and you want to leave without saying a word?"

Then, a long, purple-red sword came down from the air, whistling like a bombing, and stabbed deeply into the ground, blocking his way.

Streams of blood-red air slowly rose from the blade, instantly making the surrounding air hot.

"Your prey?"

Black Sheep was slightly stunned as he stared at the bloody long sword in front of him that was deeply embedded in the ground.

"Yes," Shi He stared at him with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person: "All the monks in the Qinglong Temple are my prey. What's more, the abbot of the Qinglong Temple can be considered a very good delicacy."

"but,"

He looked up and down at Black Sheep. The strange aura emanating from the latter, and his entire body shrouded in a wide black robe, added a bit of mystery to him.

"Since you have taken my prey, I'm sorry, I can only treat you as my prey."

As his voice fell, suddenly, the whole sky seemed to be gradually covered by scarlet blood light, hot air rose in the air, endless black shadows crawled up from the ground, and strange whispering sounds were heard.

An extremely thick smell of blood floated in the air.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to have changed.

It is no longer the sunny, green mountain and clear water natural scenery of the past, but a weird, bloody and murderous land of death.

"Welcome to my world, the Fire Demon Realm!"

Shi He's voice, slightly filled with excitement, floated back and forth in the realm.

"It seems that you also want to become a puppet."

Heiyangzi looked at Shihe, and a hint of ferocity appeared on his skinny face.

He stared at the extremely tall and burly man in front of him, his face looking ferocious, terrifying and gloomy.

He had previously obtained some of Yuan Teng's memories by using a secret method, and vaguely saw this face in his memory. If he was not mistaken, it was this person who broke into the Qinglong Temple, forcing Yuan Teng to come to the back mountain to seek the leader of the Fazhen gang to practice in seclusion.

However, Yuan Teng did not expect that Master Fazhen had been turned into a puppet by himself.

Although the specific identity of the person in front of me is unclear, from his aura and murderous intent, I can tell that this guy is definitely not a good person.

Moreover, look at the murderous aura on him.

How many lives must have been killed to have such a strong evil spirit?

Black Sheep observed Shi He carefully, and was secretly shocked. This guy should be the same as him.
He is also a complete and ruthless demon.

(End of this chapter)