Illusion, is it the real thing?

Zhang Mu really hadn't thought about this possibility. Although he didn't know whether what Tomb Blood said was true or not, if this was the case, the existence of Tomb Blood would be extremely terrifying.

The illusion is the real body, which means that he has abandoned his physical body and is surviving purely by mental power, or soul. No wonder his mental power is so terrifying.

The mental pressure is no match for him, and physical attacks cannot cause any substantial damage to him.

"what's on your mind?"

Muxue suddenly asked this question, leaving Zhang Mu a little confused.

"Well, what I said before still counts. You've already lost, so why don't you think about it?"

Zhang Mu sneered, he looked at the tomb and said, "Be your corpse puppet?"

“Is there anything wrong?

Powerful strength, eternal life, Shu Rui is just a defective test product, I used very little resources and power, so his body began to rot like an ordinary corpse puppet, and lost his emotions. "

It was the first time Zhang Mu saw Muxue's eyes brighten up. The way he looked at him was like a fanatical sculptor seeing an unpolished jade.

“But you are different. I will use the best materials and resources for you, such as the finest coffin and the essence of the Ginseng King.

The human heart of Su Rui is indestructible, and very little of the essence of the Ginseng King was used to recast him. Those useless emotions will naturally corrode his body, and because of this, his strength has not increased much."

It turns out that Su Rui was just a test product for Tomb Blood to make high-level corpse puppets, but it seemed to have failed. One reason was that not enough resources were invested in Su Rui, and the other was that Su Rui himself was still struggling.

This struggle led to an accident, and he is such a poor man.

Zhang Mu looked at Muxue with a bit of fear and asked directly, "It sounds very **, but if I become your puppet, you will take my relics as soon as possible, right?

If you want my relics, just say it directly. Why are you beating around the bush? It seems that you still have a lot of bad human qualities."

Muxue didn't seem to notice the sarcasm in Zhang Mu's words, and continued to persuade him, "Your body and soul are all preserved intact for you. Isn't that enough?"

"But I don't have the freedom of will. I'm just a more advanced puppet. Is it necessary to make it so tempting?"

Seeing Zhang Mu's resolute attitude, Muxue shook his head regretfully and said slowly, "It's only a matter of time before you become my puppet. Of course, if your soul resists, this work will naturally have flaws, and there will be a crucial gap between it and the perfect artwork I want to create.

This is why I am trying to persuade you and show you my power. However, if you are still unwilling, I will have to treat you as a test subject to pave the way for the next perfect work. "

It turns out that everything Muxue is doing now is for Zhang Mu to voluntarily become his

Corpse puppet.

He originally just wanted to annex the capital of Ordos, roughly manufacture the humans there, and recast them as part of his army of corpse puppets, but when he saw Zhang Mu again, he had other ideas.

Zhang Mu was a very special person, and he made rapid progress, so fast that he was extremely surprised. Eventually, he was identified by Muxue as the most suitable test subject.

"As for the spiritual treasure in your brain, if you have absorbed it, then forget it. If you have not completely absorbed it, I will take it out and use other resources to replenish your lost strength."

Hearing Muxue's words, Zhang Mu became even more disdainful. He had already seen through Muxue's true purpose.

"No matter how much you talk, I advise you to give up on this idea.

You sound very high-sounding and consider me in every way. When I really become your corpse puppet, that is your power. Of course you will not let your power be lost. What a joke!"

Bang!

At this moment, Hachimu suddenly split open the spiritual space of the Ginseng King, freeing his hands to help the team of evolvers that had begun to collapse.

As the battle axe phantom fell, the power of the third-level strong man exploded instantly. It was a full-strength attack from Hachimu, which directly locked onto the five Epoch Agent merchants who were fighting with the human evolutionists and completely crushed them into meat paste.

King Shen looked at Muxue with an apologetic look on his face, and quickly released a new spiritual space to restrain Hachimu. However, with Hachimu's current momentum becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on, the time to stop him this time would be greatly shortened.

This is also a major disadvantage brought about by King Shen's abandonment of his original body. His close combat ability is extremely weak, especially now that he has not yet fully integrated into Su Liang's body. His means of attack are limited to mental power and are relatively simple.

Although his mental power can affect Hachimu, the effect is not very significant.

Hachimu's anger and fighting spirit are the source of his strength.

Now Hachimu is annoyed by being bound by King Shen's spiritual world for a long time.

"What a waste!"

Muxue glanced at King Shen who was concentrating on controlling the spiritual space. His negligence just now caused the alternation between the old and new spiritual spaces to be handled improperly, resulting in Hachimu releasing his domineering third-level attack into another battle, completely turning the originally one-sided situation around.

The loss of five epochs of agents not only gave the tightly oppressed team of evolvers a chance to breathe, but also allowed those who had free time to quickly help others.

Originally, the human evolvers here had an advantage in numbers, and now with the addition of Hachimu, the balance of victory has slowly tilted towards humans.

"Anyway, I shouldn't be the loser now.

Even if I am weaker and cannot defeat you, my comrades are strong and the loser will definitely be you, Tombblood."

Muxue glanced at the battle situation in the distance and found that something was indeed wrong. His remaining thirteen Era Agents had been forced to defend together, and King Shen's offensive was quickly broken through because Hachimu was accustomed to his attacking method.

"Then, no more playing."

After muttering this to himself, the phantom of the tomb blood in front of Zhang Mu suddenly flashed with an uncertain light, and the blood lines on his face began to flow violently.

At the same time, as those early second-stage corpse puppets with tomb-blood faces attacked, the patterns on their faces began to change in the same way.

Zhang Mu found that the mental pressure that had been suppressing him disappeared instantly, and he immediately blasted back the mental attack.

But when his mental attack hit the Tomb Blood Illusion, it was blocked directly!

What on earth is he going to do!

It was as if some evil ritual was about to begin.

Although he didn't know what Muxue was doing, his intuition told him that he must interrupt this strange ritual.

But no matter how Zhang Mu used mental attacks, illusions, or the blood vine lotus, he did not cause any damage to the tomb blood!

Can't be interrupted!

However, the blood on the faces of the Tomb Blood and Corpse Puppet Legion flowed even faster, dripping down from their necks, following a specific trajectory, flowing onto their bodies, as if drawing something.

Looking at the blood in the tomb in front of him and the weirdness of the corpse puppet army in the distance, Zhang Mu began to feel a trembling sense of absolute crisis in his heart.

Every time this feeling comes up, there is a danger of facing death!

At this time, all the corpse puppet legions were still attacking the Red Flame Wolf Riders, but their eyes were lifeless and they were muttering something, but it was unclear what they were saying.

The entire sky darkened with Muxue's movements. Dark clouds appeared from nowhere, oppressing everyone present.

Muxue slowly stretched out his hands, looked up at the sky, and began to repeat a sentence strangely, just like a lama from the Western Regions reciting scriptures, and his voice was extremely sharp.

"The soul has returned."

Everyone was horrified to find that at this moment, they could understand the sounds made by the corpse puppets.

These corpse puppets mechanically repeated the four words "My soul returns to one". Unlike the tomb blood, their voices were very low.

"The soul has returned."

"My soul is back!"

Muxue recited a sentence sharply, and his corpse puppet clone followed with a low sentence.

"The soul has returned."

"My soul is back!"

"The soul has returned."

"My soul is back!"

The dark clouds above everyone's heads were getting lower and lower. The voices of the Corpse Puppet Army and the Tomb Blood were sometimes sharp and sometimes low, as if they were having a conversation.

Each sound is more rapid and more terrifying than the last!

Finally, it became quiet.

Muxue lowered his head, faced everyone, and slowly opened his eyes.

There were no pupils or whites in his eyes!

All filled with

Bright red blood!

At the last moment, the tone of his voice suddenly rose!

"Soul is back!"

(End of this chapter)