"call out!"
A black light flashed, and the figures of Moye and Yun Haotian suddenly disappeared into the woods.
"What a pity! The vitality of this physical body has been extinguished. This Buddha, Dao, and Demonic body can no longer be used as an avatar!"
Glancing at Zhang Huilin at his feet, Di Jiu shook his head silently.
"Master, from what I heard from that guy just now, it seems that he intends to refine this corpse into his own incarnation."
A soul clone floated out of Zhang Huilin's body and stood respectfully in front of Di Jiu.
"An incarnation?"
"Where on earth did that guy come from? How could he possess those ancient lost magical skills?"
"Also, what does the world in memory mean?"
"Could it be that that guy is also a reborn person like me?"
After hearing what the soul clone said, Emperor Jiu immediately frowned.
The art of incarnation is a magical technique from ancient times.
The warrior uses the method of external incarnation to forcibly tear apart his own soul and attach his soul power to the corresponding object.
The corresponding objects can be people, animals, or even things.
The stronger the corresponding item's ability, the higher the strength and upper limit of its incarnation.
However, this method of incarnation was lost in ancient times.
The reason why Emperor Jiu knew this was because there were relevant records in the inheritance of the Holy Soul Sutra.
Since you want an incarnation, I will give you one.
A familiar evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Di Jiu slapped the soul clone in front of him.
"The power of the Holy Soul!"
"boom!"
A powerful force burst out, and endless holy soul power began to flow into the body of the soul clone.
"This... This lord..."
The soul clone looked at Emperor Jiu in disbelief with a cold expression. He didn't know why the original body suddenly attacked him.
"Don't worry, I'm just going to kill you temporarily."
"When the time comes, you will be resurrected!"
With an unfathomable smile on his lips, Emperor Jiu slapped the soul clone in front of him into original soul power.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, but Di Jiu's expression did not change at all.
"Holy Soul Art, start!"
The Holy Soul Technique was activated, and the wisps of Holy Soul power injected into the soul clone suddenly began to shine with golden light.
"Mysterious rune, condense!"
With a slight change in his gesture, familiar mysterious runes suddenly appeared in the air.
"go!"
With a light shout, Emperor Jiu slowly imprinted the mysterious runes condensed by his soul clone onto Zhang Huilin's body.
"hidden!"
With another light shout, the mysterious runes on Zhang Huilin's body instantly disappeared without a trace.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Di Jiu showed a hint of amusement on his face.
The next step is to lure that guy back!
"boom!"
Spiritual power exploded, and a huge palm print suddenly spread out in all directions with Zhang Huilin's body as the center.
"This spiritual power fluctuation? It came from that place."
Feeling the fluctuation of spiritual energy, Moye, who was sitting cross-legged to heal his wounds, immediately opened his eyes.
To go or not to go?
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