After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 135 134. Paper-cut Heavenly Palace, Countering Spies (4.9K words - Please subscribe)
Although there were many spells in front of Song Yan, he was not annoyed.

As for cultivation, he only felt that it was like an old farmer working in the fields.

Working diligently and sweating may seem monotonous, but seeing the crops in the fields grow and become taller makes you happy.

Now that he is the leader of the Puppet Sect, he must take advantage of the "position" and get all the benefits he can get from this position, and improve all the strength he can. He can't come here in vain, like a headless fly, causing trouble everywhere, but not focusing on getting the real benefits.

He will pick out the essence of what Guhuangzi knows and what the masters of the other three peaks know, and he must master them all.

Thoughts flashed through,

He continued to comprehend the magic spells.

"Paper Control", threshold: fourth level of Xuan practice, 5 years of deduction to perfection; 27 years of deduction to create a mutated spell "Paper Thunder".

The number of paper figures that a disciple who has practiced the "Paper Controlling Technique" can control is related to the strength of his soul. The stronger the soul, the more paper figures he can control. The "Paper Thunder Technique" is a "magical" spell that requires paper made with the "Evil Spirit Technique" to be used. Its principle is to use the devouring nature of evil spirits and the inclusiveness of paper figures. In the process of rushing towards the enemy, it quickly absorbs the surrounding mysterious energy, even the mysterious energy in the enemy's spells, and then explodes when it reaches the enemy.

To put it simply, this means "driving a mecha to self-destruct."

The power of this kind of self-destruction is very strong, and it can even be said to be "invincible in the same level", but there is a small price to pay, which is: your small soul in the paper man will also die, and then cause extremely slight damage to your soul, but it is by no means permanent damage.

This thing sounds powerful and seems to have a bright future, but each attack comes at the cost of the soul and the paper man. It is a desperate skill that can only end in one blow.

No matter how extravagant Song Yan is, he can't possibly treat paper figures made from the blood of people like Grandma Hong and the Great Elder as disposable consumables, right?
"But if you think about it from another angle, this is also an unexpected trump card."

Song Yan thought about it and decided to make the "Paper Controlling Technique" a second perfect spell variation. After all, the "Paper Thunder Technique" seemed to be somewhat useful.

Therefore, he spent another 550 years to deduce the second mutated perfect spell "Paper Lock Thunder Spell".

The so-called "Paper Lock Thunder Technique" allows the paper man to perfectly present a certain illusion, causing the target to be slightly stunned, and then entangle the opponent at the moment of touching the target, and then self-destruct.

"Yin Yang Paper Cutting Technique", threshold: fourth level of practicing Xuan; deduced to perfection in 81; deduced a variation of the secret technique "Yin Yang Paper Tool Technique" in 383; deduced a second perfect variation of the secret technique "Paper Cutting Heavenly Palace" in 8320.

This spell is truly powerful, and is in no way inferior to the "Hundred Aspects of Demonic Body" evolved from the "Hundred Aspects of Divine Control".

The Yin-Yang Paper-Cutting Technique that Gu Huangzi practiced was only capable of cutting out colorful paper figures whose sizes could be adjusted to a certain extent. This made him cunning and unpredictable, but he could only cut out paper figures and nothing else.

The Yin-Yang Scissors Technique allows Song Yan to cut paper lanterns and paper weapons at will. If he uses Yin scissors, everything will float like a ghost, and if he uses Yang scissors, everything will be harder than iron. Of course, the quality of the tool is also completely affected by the quality of the paper.

The secret art of "Paper-Cutting Heavenly Palace" is the one he has spent the most time to comprehend so far. It is even better than the "Hundred Aspects of the Demonic Body". The benefits it brings are also quite terrifying.

First of all, you can cut out paper buildings, and these paper buildings can be completely integrated with the surrounding environment. No matter what the environment is, as long as it is initially within the tolerance of paper, the paper building can be integrated into it and form a space for people to live in the building.

Secondly, the paper building would make it very difficult for outsiders to see that it was a paper house. For example, Song Yan made a paper-cut house with the blood of Fox Grandma. He only needed to throw the house in a place, and the house would grow in the wind and then take root. If someone from the late stage of the Crimson Palace came, he would not be able to see that the house was a paper house even if he looked carefully.

Finally, all the paper figures in this paper house will improve their strength to a certain extent. The fewer paper figures there are, the greater the improvement will be. When there is only one, it will reach its limit, and its strength will far exceed the strength of the paper figure itself, and even exceed the strength of the owner of the essence and blood before.

Song Yan paused for a moment and glanced at the panel.

His life span went from over ten thousand to "【Life span: 34/1833】", and this data also included the fact that he made the skin of General Gu.

It seems that his idea of ​​using his ten thousand year lifespan to completely digest the Puppet Sect's inheritance and elevate it to a second level of perfection is still a bit unrealistic.

Therefore, he spent another 28 years, 35 years, and 392 years respectively to practice the "Art of Raising Corpses", "Art of Driving Corpses", and "Art of Burying and Refining Corpses" until they had mutated once, and then stopped.

And his life span also became "【Life span: 34/1378】".

This is already very little.

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh slightly, his life span seemed long, but magic was really a bottomless pit.

Spells are divided into ordinary spells and secret spells. The level of secret spells is obviously higher than that of ordinary spells. "The Hundred Aspects Divine Control", "Yin Yang Paper Cutting Technique" and "Corpse Burial and Refining Technique" are obviously all of them. The time required to comprehend these secret spells of Lianxuan Realm is even longer than that of Jianggong Realm spells. And this is only the secret spells of Lianxuan Realm. If it is the secret spells of Jianggong Realm or Zifu Realm, it is unknown how much time it will take.

If he just practiced the original technique honestly, it wouldn't take too much effort. However, if he could clearly comprehend a more perfect and powerful spell but didn't do so, he would always feel unwilling.

"Once things settle down, I will find Junior Sister An Li and work on leather every day."

Since his life span was only enough for him to thoroughly digest the Puppet Sect's "Paper Man Heritage", Song Yan stopped trying to comprehend it for the time being, but got up and went to the paper-making room on Paper Man Peak.

A strong smell of blood hit them in the face, but the servants inside were still busy. When they saw Song Yan, many of them were frightened and dodged quickly, but some of them, either because they were brave or just thinking of taking advantage, came forward to kneel down and thanked him profusely.

After asking, Song Yan came to know that the rule he set of "treating the cauldron well and not forcing it to commit suicide" helped these servants to a great extent, making the demon cultivators who originally wanted to treat them as consumables less casual and more serious when selecting cauldrons, instead of selecting one person to kill today and then selecting another one tomorrow as before.

This provides a little guarantee for the basic living environment of the servants; at least they won't die inexplicably, and if they are chosen to be a cauldron, it may not be a bad thing.

Song Yan felt a little embarrassed, and the manager of the paper-making house quickly ran out, smiled flatteringly and led Song Yan into the core blood pool of the paper-making house.

Those were independent blood pools. There were an extremely large number of them, but each one was relatively small in size, making them more refined than the oversized blood pools outside.

The steward introduced with a smile: "Master, there are two blood pools outside. One is the blood of mortals, which are used to make paper figures for disciples to practice with; the other is the blood of ordinary cultivators. The blood pool here is mostly the blood of high-level cultivators and monsters."

After that, he patted his head and said, "Here's yours."

Song Yan followed him and scanned the six independent small blood pools in the core. The paper pulp was floating quietly in the pools. Even though it was not heated, streams of hot air were escaping from these blood pools, forming wisps of hot smoke in the air.

The hot smoke emanating from one of the blood pools was particularly thick, which showed how powerful this person was when he was alive.

The steward followed his gaze and said with a smile, "This belongs to the Great Elder of Jianmen. It is different from others."

After that, he continued, "The bark used for these pulps is all 300-year-old white snake eucalyptus, which was originally prepared for Gu Huangzi. And because these six are the blood of beings in the Crimson Palace Realm, they need to be soaked for 8864 days, and now there are still 15 days left."

Song Yan nodded.

It was impossible for him to do such a tedious and time-consuming job as papermaking by himself, so he handed it over to the Papermaking Room at Zhiren Peak.

The blood in these six small blood pools came from the six elders of the Crimson Palace Realm who died in the battle of Nanwu Jianmen.

After visiting the paper-making house, Song Yan came to the Blood Corpse Peak.

At this time, it was already dark, and under the guidance of an elder on the peak, he came to the "corpse field" to take a look.

The "six bloody corpses" were lying across six corpse fields, and in front of them were the six elders of the Crimson Palace Realm of Jianmen.

However, making a blood corpse takes longer than making paper.

Papermaking takes no more than two or three months.

It takes two to three years to make a blood corpse, and even if you speed it up it will still take one or two years.

In addition, paper figures, puppets, and blood corpses will all produce "soul consumption".

In other words, the three puppets share Song Yan's spiritual power.

If Song Yan used "Bai Xiang Shen Yu" to control 15 shadow puppets to fight at the same time, he would not be able to use paper figures or blood corpses.

However, the consumption of the three puppets is also different.

After mastering the three series of spells, Song Yan made a rough comparison in his mind.

1 grid of spiritual power can be used to control 1 external shadow puppet, 10 external paper figures, and 1 external blood corpse.

Of course, those things that require the soul to be divided and released externally for control will not affect the directly related "Ten Finger Phantom Skin Technique".

At this time, Song Yan looked at the blood corpses that were being cultivated in the corpse field, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Now, not to mention that the purple mansion demons of the fox and wolf tribes will arrive ahead of schedule, even the countdown for the arrival of the Bilan two-headed proud insect tribe has already been more than halfway through.

In all likelihood, he couldn't wait for these blood corpses to be cultivated.

His eyes swept over the six bloody corpses in the Crimson Palace.

These six blood corpses may not fall into his hands, but will create six masters for the Blood Corpse Peak.

If it is stored in the storage space, it will be cut off from the earth's energy and fail directly, because the cultivation of blood corpses requires the surrounding environment the most. The reason why the secret technique of "Corpse Burial Technique" is better than the ordinary "Corpse Raising Technique" is that it pays more attention to the selection and utilization of the environment.

Song Yan suddenly envied Madam Ling's "portable secret realm". If he had a "portable secret realm", all these stupid problems would be solved.

But now, he has decided that if these six blood corpses really cannot fall into his hands, he will definitely destroy them before leaving.

I heard the elder's chattering introduction.

Song Yan's eyes swept over, his thoughts flashing like lightning, and suddenly he landed on a bloody corpse. He said, "I'll take this corpse away."

The elder was stunned, but still responded respectfully: "Yes."

That night, it was already dark.

The enthusiastic elder invited the sect leader to stay overnight.

Song Yan didn't refuse either.

And because "Demon Song" was notorious in the outside world and had done many evil things, an ambitious manager suddenly jumped out of the Blood Corpse Peak and gave some suggestions to the elders.

Afterwards, women began to gather in front of Song Yan's temporary bedroom.

Some of these women were cauldrons, while others were female cultivators with some looks. They gathered in front of the bedroom from all directions and waited for Song Yan to choose.

This made Song Yan feel a little bit amused and helpless. He looked into the distance and saw another woman hurrying towards here.

He was about to dismiss the women, but seemed to have thought of something and began to wait quietly without making any movement.

The Puppet Sect has never been a pure land. When Gu Huangzi was still around, even the master of the Shadow Peak was a ghost cultivator and a spy.

Well, the Puppet Sect today has actually been in turmoil for a long time.

It's both a ghost cultivator and a demon.
Even though he killed the fox cub who hid himself with magic, Song Yan felt that there might still be spies.

If you want to see the debris in the muddy water clearly, you have to stir the water first.

He had not originally intended to do this job, because he was in a hurry to digest the inheritance, find a way to improve his realm, and then run away.

But now the weirdness of the "core of the evil land" and the "paper man-making" have held him back, and he still doesn't know the progress of the repair of the ancient teleportation array.

Well, let's take a look and see if there is any.

If so, to what extent.

Thinking of this, Song Yan released his spiritual sense, which spread around and submerged most of the mountain.

Ordinary disciples seemed unaware, but the elders on the peak were all startled. They did not dare to look him in the eye and just let him stare at them.

at this time
In a cave on the Blood Corpse Peak, a woman wrapped in a goose yellow jacket was running hurriedly towards the cave entrance, but suddenly she heard a cold question in her ears.

"Where are you going?"

The beautiful woman in yellow looked at the Blood Corpse Peak disciples who had returned to the cave entrance at some point, and hurriedly bowed, saying, "Master, the elders have opened the doors of each mansion and said that Sect Master Song is here, and we need to hurry over and wait for the Sect Master to select us.

I didn’t want to go, but I was afraid that it would affect my master’s future, so I…”

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the disciple from Blood Corpse Peak.

A cruel look appeared on his face: "I came back a long time ago."

The beautiful woman in yellow was startled, knowing that her nervousness and excitement had been seen.

The disciple of Blood Corpse Peak asked, "How did you avoid the effects of the Crazy Heart Powder?"

The beautiful woman in yellow smiled and said, "I have nothing."

Before she could finish her words, a disciple from Blood Corpse Peak suddenly rushed forward and grabbed her neck tightly.

Seeing that she was discovered, the beautiful woman in yellow struggled and said, "The sect leader has issued an order."

The disciple of Blood Corpse Peak sneered, "You are not allowed to force Lu Ding to commit suicide, right? But even if I kill you and then say you are missing, what will happen to me?
You are leaving in a hurry now, are you going to tell a secret?
He can't even protect himself, how can he protect you?"

The beautiful woman in yellow felt a great terror coming upon her. She tried to pull at the arm tremblingly, but was powerless.

Her vision became increasingly darker, and suddenly she felt the hand that was pinching her loosen.

She looked forward and saw that the disciple who had just been pinching him now had a dazed look in his eyes and was drooling.

When he looked up again, he saw a man in brocade clothes standing behind the disciple.

There were frequent footsteps outside the cave, and soon a group of disciples gathered around.

The man in brocade clothes let go.

The disciple from Blood Corpse Peak fell to the ground with a "bang".

Song Yan took a deep breath and listened carefully to the report of this lackey.

This disciple of the Blood Corpse Peak had long since surrendered to the demons. Every once in a while, he would secretly use the communication stone to report his movements to the demon cubs far away.

There should be quite a few people like this, but they are all connected through single lines and are unaware of each other's existence.

However, this disciple's cauldron was somehow not affected by the infatuated fans, so he wanted to tell the secret to the sect leader during this sudden "Sect Leader Selection Event" in an attempt to buy his freedom.

A sense of urgency that the demon was approaching surged into my heart.

In this darkness, he didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at him.

This is not surprising.

The disciples of the Demon Sect have no bottom line, so it is not impossible for them to be traitors.

Song Yan thought for a moment, then looked down at the beautiful woman in yellow, and felt the disciples of the Blood Corpse Peak rushing towards him from behind.

Those many eyes were falling on the disciple who had already become demented.

Song Yan suddenly bent down slightly, looked at the beautiful woman in yellow, raised her chin, and asked, "Do you love him?"

Seeing this momentum, the beautiful woman in yellow already knew who the man in front of her was. She was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound, and her voice was hoarse, as if she was drowning.

After a long while, she took several deep breaths and was about to answer, but when she saw the look in the man's eyes, she said, "Love."

Song Yan put down his hand, pointed at the stupid disciple on the ground, turned around and roared angrily: "I like this woman, but she fell in love with someone else. What do you think? Should he die? Should he die?!"

The disciples of Blood Corpse Peak were stunned.

Song Yan turned around coldly, glanced at the elders, and said, "Pass it on, no one is allowed to use crazy powder on the furnace cauldron from now on. Those who violate this will be killed!"

After that, he walked away.

He doesn't need to spend a lot of time to catch the spies one by one, but just needs to make those spies afraid to take any action.

The hidden spies secretly complained that they would be detected and reported by the furnace tripod when they used the communication jade to speak, and if they were outside, they might be discovered by their fellow disciples because of their abnormal behavior. The disciples of the Blood Corpse Peak who were unaware of the situation were dumbfounded by the sect master's arbitrary order.

Some naturally evil demon cultivators even looked in the direction where Song Yan left with eyes of obsession and admiration.

what.

He does whatever he wants and can kill people with any excuse. He is worthy of being the sect leader!
The next day, the beautiful woman in yellow was sent to Paper Man Peak.

Song Yan threw it to Cao Yuzhuang and ignored it.

He knew that if Miss Yuzhuang couldn't save these people, then no one could.

(End of this chapter)