Chapter 1159: Chapter 1158: Blood of the Demon Saint Chapter 1159: Chapter 1158: Blood of the Demon Saint Making puppets involves many techniques, and Pills can be used to achieve this.
However, Fang Lin’s current condition left him completely incapable of Pill Refining. Even if he could refine pills, there was not enough ti; he feared that before the Pills were fully refined, he would have already transford into the second Demon Body.
As for other thods, they were difficult to implent effectively in a short ti.
While dealing with Long Jiankong, who was deeply demonized, the Old Dried Corpse said, “I can help you turn him into a puppet, but I need your help to share so Sacred Qi with .”
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin did not hesitate and nodded in agreent.
He had no choice but to agree; he was on the brink of becoming the second Demon Body himself. His only hope rested on the Old Dried Corpse.
Imdiately, a stream of Sacred Qi swept out from within Fang Lin, carrying a vast force, and entered into the Old Dried Corpse.
With the influx of Sacred Qi, the Old Dried Corpse’s aura surged, and with one palm strike, he knocked Long Jiankong to the ground.
Long Jiankong roared repeatedly and was just about to get up when five chains of Demon Qi swept over, tightly binding his limbs and neck.
Holding the Demon Qi chains, the Old Dried Corpse bound Long Jiankong, who was unable to move for the mont.
The Old Dried Corpse continuously ford hand seals with his other hand, transforming them into several Ancient Demon Script characters, which entered Long Jiankong’s body.
Fang Lin could not recognize the Ancient Demon Script, but those characters were clearly among the most ancient of the Demon Clan. Perhaps, not many within the Demon Beast clan could recognize them.
As the Ancient Demon Script entered his body, Long Jiankong’s fra trembled uncontrollably, as if he had gone mad, and his Demonic Qi leaked out continuously.
The Old Dried Corpse suddenly stepped forward and pressed a finger on Long Jiankong’s forehead.
At this touch, Long Jiankong trembled even more violently and collapsed to the ground with a thump.
“Eh? This guy is quite tough; he won’t beco a puppet so easily!” the Old Dried Corpse exclaid in surprise, forming several more Ancient Demon Script characters and sending them into Long Jiankong’s body again.
Long Jiankong let out a low growl from his throat, and a fierce light surged in his eyes, seemingly resisting the Old Dried Corpse’s power.
The black Longsword sensed the peril and tried to return to Long Jiankong’s side to aid him, but it was blocked by a crimson longsword and could not reach him.
Noticing that Long Jiankong seed to be subdued by the Old Dried Corpse, Fang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, and his Demonization slowed down sowhat, pointing toward a favorable turn of events.
Just then, Long Jiankong’s eyes suddenly cleared, the demonic nature faded, and his human form regained control of his body.
“You think you can turn into a puppet? Too naive!” Long Jiankong said coldly, and the black patterns on his face shifted, also forming several obscure characters, granting Long Jiankong an unusual strength resistant to the control of the Old Dried Corpse’s Ancient Demon Script.
anwhile, the pace of Fang Lin’s Demonization rapidly increased, with black patterns starting to spread across his face.
“Hurry up!” Fang Lin yelled, a trace of black mist spreading in his eyes—a sign that the Demonic Qi had grown excessively within him.
The Old Dried Corpse said impatiently, “Hurry for what! How easy do you think it is to turn this guy into a puppet?”
Fang Lin could hardly care about decency, and cursed, “A little slower and I’ll be done for!”
The Old Dried Corpse bared its teeth and grimaced, biting through its tongue tip and spraying a drop of Demon Blood, which fell onto the brow of Long Jiankong.
This was a drop of Demon Saint’s blood, possessing infinite uses and power, capable of greatly enhancing the force of the Ancient Demon Script.
Of course, given the current state of the Old Dried Corpse, this Demon Saint’s blood was very scarce, and it would use up one drop each ti. Had it not been for the thought of Fang Lin refining the Nirvana Pill for him, he would not have been willing to use up the Demon Saint’s blood.
At that mont, with the Demon Saint’s blood entering his body, Long Jiankong finally could not resist anymore.
The black patterns receded, and the Ancient Demon Script took the upper hand, enveloping Long Jiankong’s body, completely suppressing his Demonic Qi and demonic nature.
“That’s it, that’s it, there’s no problem now. In three days, this guy will completely turn into a puppet,” the Old Dried Corpse said, letting out a breath.
Fang Lin felt the Demonic Qi gradually receding from his body, but the Demon Pill still remained inside and did not disappear.
However, for now, the crisis was temporarily resolved. As long as Long Jiankong did not die, he would not beco the second Demon Body. It would just take so ti to slowly drive out the Demon Pill.
The black longsword also let out a mournful sound at this mont and fell to the ground, losing its glow and aura, seemingly becoming an ordinary longsword.
The Old Dried Corpse did not release his hold on Long Jiankong; five chains of Demon Qi still restrained Long Jiankong’s Demon Body, afraid that he might have so ans to struggle.
Only then did Fang Lin notice the surroundings.
This place was obviously the deepest part of Fall Demon Cliff. Looking up, no light could be seen, as if so power was blocking Fall Demon Cliff’s bottom from the outside world.
And the bottom of the Fall Demon Cliff, now bright as daylight, was littered with shattered bones. In the recent confrontation between the Old Dried Corpse and Long Jiankong, these bones naturally could not be spared and were mostly destroyed.
There were also so fresh corpses, the desiccated bodies of the six Spirit Source experts were here, but they too were terribly mutilated, a grueso sight.
Fang Lin inwardly sighed. Even top Spirit Source experts ended up like this. His own abilities, though considerably stronger than before, still could not afford to be complacent.
“Hmm? What’s this?” Suddenly, Fang Lin spotted a corpse, or more accurately, half of a corpse, because the lower half of this body was gone, only the upper half remained, but even that was just bones riddled with cracks, ready to completely fall apart any mont.
Yet it was this partial skeleton that caught Fang Lin’s attention.
It even caused a reaction in the Supre Saint Hall within the palm of his hand.
A trace of Sovereign Aura emanated from that half-body of bones, stirring the Supre Saint Hall Fang Lin carried with him.
Fang Lin imdiately realized, this half-body of bones must have been one of the inheritors of the Supre Saint Hall before death; otherwise, it could not have retained the Sovereign Aura after death.
Right then, Fang Lin struggled to stand up and walked over to the half-corpse. As he approached, he saw a faint light source slowly flying out from within the half-corpse and hovering in front of him.
The Old Dried Corpse saw this scene, slightly surprised, but did not ask much. This might be another opportunity for Fang Lin.
Fang Lin looked at the light source and reflected in his heart. This person was indeed one of the twelve inheritors of the Saint Hall, but had t his end here, killed by the hands of Long Jiankong, a truly lantable fate.
“Since you are already dead, let your legacy be mine,” Fang Lin thought to himself, reaching out and grabbing the light source.
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