Why do they always think that I am the hidden immortal emperor?

has disappeared.

Chapter 294·The desolate world of true immortality

"Oh, the flesh puppet that I couldn't complete, that little black dragon didn't tell me the news that you came back to life, but I can feel that the puppet thread in your body has disappeared, Zhen Zhen Zhen, it's really amazing, in this garbage age , it really makes me happy that a character like you can appear."

The puppet Xian Longgu raised his head and laughed at Jian Chen's stupidity.

There was a colorless puppet line extending from his finger to both sides, which was undergoing differentiation, and ultimately controlled tens of thousands of monsters as flesh and blood puppets to listen to his orders.

If it were just these flesh and blood puppets, Jian Chen could still defeat them.

can.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the headless man at the end.

That.

It is the body of King Xingtian.

Headless corpse.

After Jian Chen fell into coma, his storage space was naturally searched.

In Longgu's eyes, King Xingtian's body was the best puppet.

Longgu's immortal power is not the same as other immortals. He must draw power from his own flesh and blood puppet to transform it into his own abilities.

To put it simply, he can obtain some of the puppet's abilities.

And the power of King Xingtian.

After trying it a little bit.

It almost drove him into some kind of crazy obsession.

If it hadn't been for the sanity of being an immortal that brought him back to his senses, he would probably have become Shark Shadow Number Two by now.

Even though he has not completely refined it until now, or even only completed [-]% of it, this still makes his current power not far away from its peak.

If the refining reaches [-]%, it will be easy to restore the previous strength.

If it can be completely refined.

That can definitely surpass the past and achieve higher immortal power.

This satisfied him greatly.

That's why he didn't pay special attention to Jian Chen.

After all, it would be better to study this headless corpse than to spend time studying an ordinary immortal.

Otherwise, just relying on the power of the ancient dragon in his body, even if it can last for a period of time, as long as it is patiently polished, Jian Chen can definitely be turned into a flesh and blood puppet in less than ten years.

ten years.

It seems very long.

But for him, it was just a matter of seconds.

Especially since he recently planned to hide for a while.

It wouldn't be too late to leave the mountain on the day he completely turned King Xingtian's body into a puppet.

There was no other reason. He couldn't defeat those dragons that appeared out of nowhere.

He was cowardly.

I can't help but be cowardly.

Originally, the seabed was almost completely occupied by him, but with the appearance of those dragons, everything under the ocean no longer belonged to him.

Jian Chen looked at him, but there was no trace of nervousness in his heart.

He knew he would be fine.

Otherwise, Senior Ye Jiu would never let him wake up at this time.

Now that he wakes up, he will definitely be able to get out of trouble.

He believed that Senior Ye Jiu would definitely leave room for him.

Therefore, he must continue to resist and let his seniors see his hard work.

Only then can the seniors be satisfied.

This must be a test arranged by his seniors.

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Huh? Why are you laughing? Are you feeling sad about what happened to you? Yes, people are extremely sad, and many of them will laugh. I used to have a few puppets that would laugh when I was making them, so I Let them keep laughing, and don’t worry, I will keep you smiling too.”

Longgu snorted coldly, waved his hand, and the puppets he brought came forward one after another and attacked Jian Chen.

Jian Chen was not afraid at all, and was even a little excited.

Perhaps, this is the only opportunity in his life to show his momentum to Senior Ye Jiu.

He has to take hold.

However, in reality, Ye Jiuzheng and Chen Lian were sitting on a cliff overlooking the scenery below.

Behind the two of them, Black Iron Sword and Saint Chant Sword were busy, processing prey caught from the surrounding forests and only a small part of the fish that had been roasted in the Nine Turns Workshop.

And here, except for them.

There is only the dream beast shivering and hiding on the cliff, and the desolate world hanging on it that still hasn't woken up.

Yes.

The desolate world has not yet awakened.

It has been two days since I left Jiuzhuan Workshop.

Ye Jiu built a temporary small house in this unreachable place, except that the scenery here is indeed good enough.

I just have to wait for the desolate world to wake up.

At least they are acquaintances.

We can't just abandon him in the wilderness, right?

As a result, Mei Meng Beast is now in a panic.

It really didn't know that this guy was so weak, it just released a bit more power.

After all, he is also an immortal, so effortless.

Even it, the liberator, couldn't get this guy's consciousness out, and he could only solve everything in the dream by himself.

To be honest, it's not Meimengmon's fault, it doesn't need to be afraid.

But, ever since the day the master's master said he would stay here and wait for the deserted world to wake up.

Its owner, Xuan Tie Sword Spirit, kept putting pressure on it.

It's only been two days, and it feels like the hair on its head is almost falling out.

Oh, and it has no hair on its head.

That's fine.

"Wake up quickly. The master and the master's master will definitely tear me apart if you don't wake up."

It prays secretly.

Although I don't think it's useful.

only...

This time it seemed like a miracle really happened.

"Where...is this?"

This is the easiest thing to ask people after they wake up.

Huang Shi opened his eyes and looked at the tearful face of the monster above him. He subconsciously wanted to attack, but found that his body could not move.

"Am I being caught by this monster and about to be eaten?"

There was a sense of sadness in his heart, but also some relief.

In his mind, he experienced a new life.

From birth to adulthood.

On that turning point that decided his fate, that day whether he would become an immortal cultivator or not.

He chose another path.

Without spiritual power, he is just an ordinary person.

Memories of the past have long been forgotten.

Marry a wife, have children, support parents.

Become an ordinary teacher.

Experience the life of a mortal.

Finally, he sent them away to this world and sat under the sunset with his wife.

That day, even she left

which year.

Ah, the house is full of children and grandchildren.

I don’t know how many times I have held my great-grandson in my arms.

I don’t know how many years.

He is still alive.

His son died.

His daughter is gone too.

he.

Still alive...

That day.

On the day I sent away my great-grandson.

His great-granddaughter lay on his lap, crying and asked him:

"You, why are you still alive?"

"Because I am a desolate person..."

Memories come flooding back.

His body returned to its youthful appearance.

Fly into the sky and transcend the universe.

Look at this ordinary but somewhat extraordinary life.

He got it.

At this moment, he truly became an immortal.

He is no longer an immortal cultivator who only possesses the power of an immortal.

"Senior Ye Jiu, thank you for allowing me to truly become an immortal in this last moment... It's a pity that I can't repay you..."

"Huh? Uncle Huangshi, are you awake? It's just the right time, just in time to have barbecue."

Chapter 295·Control? Control a P!

If there is any sound that can make this person in the deserted world live for tens of thousands of years and fully understand the meaning of immortality, he will be extremely excited to have the realm of immortality.

That must be Ye Jiu's voice.