Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Lu Chenchuan confronted the patrolmen outside, speaking slowly and deliberately, while using the broken wall as cover, he quietly stepped onto the outer edge of the formation.

The remaining formation in the courtyard, infused with his power, regained a faint glow.

He subdued the suddenly rising dragon corpse.

Li Qian's pupils contracted, knowing that the opportunity was only a moment away.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Soul-Devouring Sword.

He then drew his fingers across his brow, forcibly separating a wisp of divine thought and imprinting it onto the spiritual aperture of the dragon corpse, which was not yet fully formed!

This method is extremely dangerous; he had seen it in a recent book.

It definitely doesn't qualify as a proper puppet-making technique.

Using one's soul to forcibly take over and seize a dominant position.

If successful, regardless of whether the puppet succeeds or fails, it must acknowledge him as its master.

If defeated, the backlash from the divine will cause immediate damage to one's very being.

Fortunately, he had the Soul-Devouring Sword, which he could use as a sword slave to wield, thus preventing Li Qian from being harmed.

Combine the strongest Yamaba demon soul with the demon corpse.

The next instant, the dragon corpse's vertical pupils widened suddenly, and a discordant hiss came from its throat.

The half-finished body convulsed violently, its joints and flesh clattering and cracking.

Li Qian's forehead veins bulged as he held it down tightly, refusing to let go.

Upon seeing this, Wen Qianji's eyes turned red, and he shouted sternly, "Collect its spine! Don't be greedy for its whole form!"

Upon hearing this, Li Qian was startled and immediately understood his meaning.

This dragon corpse can no longer be refined into a complete form; forcing it to retain its entire body will only cause it to collapse.

However, if only half of the chest and abdomen and the remaining murderous intent are seized, a broken puppet can still be forged.

He immediately changed his mind, and his divine thoughts no longer sought to encompass his entire body.

Following the path of the Soul-Devouring Sword, it pressed straight down towards the main spine and the right front dragon claw!

A muffled thud resounded.

The flesh and blood of the lower half of the dragon corpse instantly disintegrated, with large pieces of rotten flesh and broken tendons exploding and splattering all over the courtyard.

However, Li Qian forcefully suppressed the main spine, the right front claw, and half of the chest and abdomen, along with the most ferocious residual energy within.

It merged with the demonic soul of the mountain hag!

The man outside the courtyard could no longer contain himself and shouted angrily, "Useless trash!"

It's unclear whether those two words were meant to be a curse directed at Wen Qianji or at the market guards who were stopped by Lu Chenchuan.

Li Qian raised his hand and beckoned, putting the incomplete dragon puppet into the Demon-Sealing Wooden Box.

The box lid slammed shut, and layers of talismans were pasted onto it like snowflakes.

After doing all this, he swayed, his chest heaved, and a mouthful of metallic taste rose in his throat.

Wen Qianji collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. The dark veins on his neck had receded, thankfully no longer bulging.

At this moment, Lu Chenchuan also withdrew back to the courtyard, and with a wave of his hand, completely shut out the guarding auras outside the broken wall.

He glanced at the pile of shredded flesh on the ground, and his eyes twitched involuntarily.

"Is this considered a failure?"

Li Qian wiped a trace of blood from his lips. "If it can be used, then it's done."

Wen Qianji looked at the wooden box, his facial muscles trembling, it was hard to tell whether it was heartache or resentment.

His path to becoming a second-tier puppeteer was also a complete failure.

"It's done..."

"But this is no longer a second-tier dragon corpse puppet."

Li Qian looked down at the murderous aura still churning beneath the talisman in the box, his gaze hardening.

"Even a broken puppet can kill someone if it cannot be fully crafted."

Wen Qianji slumped to the ground, his chest heaving, his face completely drained of color.

The backlash from the insect curse just now almost drained him completely.

If it weren't for Li Qian's Xuanjia Exorcising Talisman suppressing the evil spirits in time, he would probably be nothing more than an empty shell by now.

Li Qian turned his head to look at Wen Qianji: "Can you still move?"

"He won't die."

Wen Qianji spoke with conviction, but he remained seated on the ground, unable to get up.

Li Qian didn't expect him to be able to jump around immediately. He simply put the demon-sealing wooden box in his hand into his pocket and then slapped two more soul-suppressing talismans on it.

The murderous intent within the box remained restless.

boom.

A dull thud came from inside the wooden box.

Li Qian's eyes turned cold, and the blade of the Soul-Devouring Sword gently pressed against the lid of the box.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Mountain Demon Soul let out a low howl.

The commotion inside the wooden box gradually subsided.

Wen Qianji took a few breaths and, seeing this, quickly said, "Don't let the people outside see this thing."

"Although you have forcibly taken this puppet, its appearance is too evil, and the remnant soul and evil energy have not been completely eliminated."

"If the patrol officers see it, they may not be able to distinguish whether it is a captured puppet or a runaway demon corpse."

Li Qian nodded.

He naturally understood this principle.

Just now, forcibly capturing the dragon puppet was already a close call.

If the patrol officers were to accuse them of privately cultivating demon corpses or using puppets to injure people, then all their efforts would have been in vain.

Li Qian glanced around the courtyard.

The ground was littered with bits of flesh, severed tendons, black blood, and worm remains.

The lingering, stench of the dragon's corpse had not yet dissipated, and the fragments of the insect array bones were scattered haphazardly across the ground.

I fear that storing these things in the Sumeru Ring would erode the contents there, so I have no choice but to reluctantly part with them.

Li Qian raised his hand and cast a fire talisman.

The flames fell.

The still-wriggling mass of dragon flesh sizzled and emitted a plume of black smoke as it burned.

Wen Qianji's eyes reddened with heartache.

He commanded the swarm of insects to devour all the edible bits of flesh, while piling up the inedible tendons, rotten blood, and mutated insect corpses in one place.

Li Qian threw down several fire talismans in succession.

Soon, most of the strong, fishy smell in the courtyard was burned away.

Lu Chenchuan then walked back to the broken wall.

The patrol outside is already close.

Someone shouted coldly, "Lu Chenchuan, what exactly is going on inside?"

"Just now, the yin energy leaked out, and the array light shot into the sky. You think you can cover it up with just a 'test of the array'?"

Lu Chenchuan's copper needles slid out from his sleeve and quietly fell into several cracks in the broken wall.

As soon as a few copper needles fell, the array patterns below the ruined wall lit up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

The view of the patrolling guards outside was blocked again.

After doing all this, Lu Chenchuan spoke calmly.

"The battle formation has just ended, but the lingering evil energy has not yet dissipated."

"Anyone who enters now and has their meridians disrupted by the energy surge will be responsible for their own death or injury."

The patrol leader said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Lu, you can hold them off for a while, but not forever."

"The matter of today must be thoroughly investigated by the authorities."

Lu Chenchuan said, "Of course I will investigate for you."

"But not now."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the hoarse voice from outside the courtyard rang out again.

"What are you all waiting for?"

"Wen Qianji has been caught red-handed for illegally refining demon corpses."

"If we delay any longer, the people inside will have already cleaned up all the traces."

Li Qian threw down the last fire talisman, made sure all the remaining flesh on the ground was burned, and then got up and walked towards the broken wall.

Wen Qianji quickly whispered, "Fellow Daoist Li..."

Li Qian did not turn around.

"Don't speak yet."

Wen Qianji is in such a half-dead state now, going out to explain will only make things worse.

Li Qian walked to the inside of the broken wall and looked out through the half-collapsed crack.

Five guards stood outside.

The leader was clad in black armor, with a long sword at his waist. He had a cold and hard expression and appeared to be around forty years old.

Not far behind the patrolling guards, there was a figure wearing a gray cloak.

The person stood in the shadows, so their face was not visible.

Only half of his withered chin was visible.

Li Qian glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

"You seem to know quite a lot."