Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Some wore warrior attire, some wore tight-fitting clothes, some wore armor, and some wore only cloth.

People of all shapes and sizes, genders, and ages, come in all shapes and sizes.

The only thing they had in common was that each of them held a sword, or the weapon they were most skilled at in life.

These are all swordsmen and strange individuals who were killed by the demonic blade and had their souls devoured.

Their fighting spirit, their swordsmanship, and their obsession all became nourishment for the demonic blade.

Now, the remnant soul of the Sword Saint has awakened them all.

"There are fewer people than the He Ninja, so you overwhelmed them."

The nameless swordsman's remnant soul wore a gloomy expression.

"But here, from the Warring States period to now, I've killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people..."

He raised his knife and pointed it at Cui Ming.

"Let's see how you stack it!"

Cui Ming glanced at the gradually solidifying figure opposite him.

Indeed a lot.

They were densely packed, filling almost half of the Sword Graveyard.

However, Cui Ming didn't panic.

Instead, he laughed.

So many?

"Just right."

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint didn't understand what "just right" meant.

But he soon understood.

Because Cui Ming did not command the puppets to charge.

Instead, he sat down where he was.

With eyes closed, as if meditating.

The puppets automatically formed ranks, with the Shadow Spiders in front, the soldier bees taking to the air, the Fenrir wolves protecting Cui Ming on his sides, and the human puppets providing support in the center.

They didn't move; they just stood there quietly, waiting for the undead swordsmen opposite them to make the first move.

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint frowned.

However, he was too lazy to say anything more.

He raised his sword and swung it forward.

Countless souls marched forward in unison.

The footsteps were silent, but the killing intent was tangible, like a cold wind blowing across a graveyard of swords.

The battle begins.

The shadow spider charged forward first, its limbs waving like sickles.

The first few samurai swordsmen swung their swords and severed the limbs, but more Shadow Spiders stabbed from the side.

The blade clashed with the metal, sparks flying in the white space.

The soldier bees swooped down from the air and shot out their stingers.

Swordsmen parried with their swords, extraordinary individuals dodged with their agility, and others used their protective qi to withstand the attacks.

Fenrir pounced on the crowd and bit off the neck of one of the ronin.

Although the other party is already a dead soul, here, being destroyed means complete annihilation.

And those puppets began to move at this moment.

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Chapter 208 I've Subdued the Nameless Sword Saint's Remnant Soul!

The Taotie opened its mouth, inhaled, and then exhaled a high-pressure stream of air.

This was an attack method that Cui Ming designed in reverse based on the Taotie's devouring ability, but it was abandoned in reality due to its low energy conversion efficiency.

However, within this space of will, Cui Ming could freely adjust the output frequency, which was a good opportunity to test it out.

On the other side, the figure of the puppet Xia flickered constantly, shuttling back and forth among the dead souls.

A short sword appeared and disappeared unpredictably, aided by an invisibility cloak, relentlessly reaping the souls of the dead.

As for the human-puppet wolf, he was completely transformed into a humanoid mechanical wolf through Cui Ming's imagination.

Its body is covered with steel fur made of machinery, which not only enhances the wolf's defensive capabilities but also provides a certain degree of damage reflection.

The wolf's limbs were modified into the shape of claws, each claw being extremely sharp.

In one strike, it even pierced through the helmet of an armored warrior.

The battle was fierce.

But Cui Ming didn't look at it.

He was still sitting with his eyes closed.

Because just now, he realized something:

This space of consciousness is an excellent testing ground.

Here, he can "think" of anything—as long as he can imagine the details and firmly believes it to be reasonable, he can create it.

In reality, he was constrained by materials, processes, energy, and even the times, and many of his designs could only remain on paper and in his mind.

For example, the "Floating Gun Array Modified" requires complex power supply systems and improvements in material strength, among other things.

But here, Cui Ming can solve most problems directly through imagination, and then things will run naturally.

For example, "combined giant puppets" are made of materials that cannot withstand that kind of pressure in reality.

But here, Cui Ming can not only build it, he can even make it stand up and take a few steps.

Even some of these are just pure wild ideas.

"Self-Destructing Spider," "Illusionary Mirage Machine," "Time Slowdown Domain"—these are names he made up on the spot, and the underlying principles are nonsense.

But as long as Cui Ming can keep it in his mind and firmly believe that this thing should work this way, it will work here.

Anyway, this is a space of consciousness, where the strength of one's mind is what matters, not the laws of physics.

Cui Ming was delighted.

He began to construct his first prototype in his mind: "the chain mine spider".

The principle is simple: a variant of the Shadow Spider, whose body is filled with small energy cores, self-destructs when it gets close to its target.

Furthermore, after the landmine spider self-destructs, the radiation from the explosion can cause secondary damage.

In reality, this thing is difficult to control, can easily cause accidental injury, and the radiation problem is difficult to solve.

But here, Cui Ming completed the design of its internal structure and triggering mechanism in just three seconds, and set the explosive yield.

Then, the white ground began to bulge.

One by one, "landmine spiders" with black shells and swollen abdomens crawled out.

Instead of joining the front-line battle, they began burrowing underground.

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint noticed.

As he slashed his sword and shattered a soldier bee, he looked in the direction where Cui Ming was sitting.

"What are you planning to do now?"

he shouted.

Cui Ming ignored him.

He was thinking about his second experiment: "a holographic illusion generator".

The underlying principle is even more absurd.

By using light refraction and mental interference, they create illusory clones that cannot be hit by swords, in order to confuse the enemy.

In reality, this involves optics, illusion, and even psychology, which Cui Ming has never studied in depth.

But here, he doesn't need to understand it; he just needs to "think it's feasible."

Then, Cui Ming's phantom images began to appear around the undead swordsmen.

Some were laughing, some were scratching their heads, and some even actively rushed towards these dead souls.

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint slashed at a phantom.

The knife went right through, but didn't cut anything.

His face darkened.

"Illusion?"

The nameless swordsman snorted coldly.

"A trivial skill."