Chapter 1893: Three Thousand Avenue

"At what age, when someone couldn't escape, they would even immediately seek death?" Shui Wuxun followed from behind, surprised.
Behind him, a water curtain wrapped a puppet, floating there, and the puppet kept bombarding the water curtain, trying to tear the water curtain apart.
But whenever the water curtain was torn apart by him, the torn part was like installing two huge magnets, and it would heal together at an extremely fast speed.
This is a brand-new method. It is obviously a method that Shui Wuxun realized by the stream before, and it is really very powerful and unique.
There is a poison sac in this population. If you know you can't escape, if you don't have any struggle, you have to bite the poison sac yourself and want to die.
This is just like those deadpools raised by the family.
But although this person is not very high in cultivation, he is also a figure in the second level of the Saint King.
Such a character does not value his life so much?
boom.
In the other direction, the puppet whose face was smashed by Lexus before then was fighting with Li Bai.
With the weirdness that Lexus had tested before, Li Bai would naturally not be so careless. The sword light in his hand turned into running water and wrapped the puppet.
He himself turned back and walked towards Ling Zhi.
Under the control of his spirit power, the sword was like a ribbon, wrapped around the side of the puppet, making it impossible to take half a step around.
In the continent of Reincarnation, few warriors would use poison.
Even if it is used, it is only a handful of psychedelic drugs.
This is not because of the simplicity of the martial arts of the Samsara mainland warriors, but because of the alchemist.
Alchemists can refine many life-saving spirit pills, and naturally they can refine many killer pills.
Through the blending of the medicinal properties of some elixir, several elixir that seems to be beneficial to the human body are combined together, but there will often be completely different changes, giving birth to a brand new medicine.
This kind of drug is often highly toxic.
However, since the reincarnation mainland's alchemists have broken down many generations after the emperor Dongfang Angzong, they have lost too many inheritances and prescriptions. After all, poisoning is a means of making poison, so many alchemists even make poison Never heard of it, let alone make it yourself.
Moreover, ordinary poisons are indeed very difficult to cause harm to warriors, especially if they want to cause harm to warriors of the Saint King realm, the rank of that poison must itself be a spirit pill of middle and high grade.
With this level of alchemy, the entire continent of Samsara, only Ji Fanchen and Ling Zhi are known.
But in this pseudo-world, Lexus often encountered it.
Napa Aonan's natal insects contained very strong toxins in their tails, and even the spirit power of the martial artist could be poisoned, not to mention direct contact with the human body.
If it weren't for Gulu and Xinghai's power to make those natal worms crawl on the ground, they would not dare to take any action at all, and the battle with worm repair would not end so easily.
Ba Ao Nan and the others are so arrogant, and the insect repair has a huge reputation in the universe. It is definitely not a false name, it was killed!
Another example is the poison in the mouth of the martial artist in front of him. With just some scents emanating from it, Ling Zhi can judge its grade and the elixir contained in it.
Such a bite of poison is for him to endure, for fear that he will be disabled and seriously injured if he is not dead.
But beyond these, Ling Zhi's eyes fell on the two puppets who were still struggling in Li Bai's condensed sword light, but Ling Zhi sneered.
"It's not that he himself has that kind of courage and righteousness, but that he is not the master of these puppets, and even he himself is a puppet. It is naturally not surprising to make such a move at this moment."
Ling Zhi sneered, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
The martial artist controlled by his soul power suddenly trembled violently, as if what Ling Zhi said touched the most tense string in his heart.
He wailed and screamed almost subconsciously, "No, no."
However, in the face of his wailing, the disdain of Ling Zhi's mouth became more profound.
"The way of the puppet is me, and I have only heard it on Wanling Zuxing, but have never seen it." Li Bai frowned as he looked at the scene.
I first came into contact with insect repair, and now I have encountered such a situation. It is inevitable that people will question how many powerful people have been attracted to this pseudo-world.
Is it really possible to defend Shicheng in such a situation?
I am afraid it is countless times more difficult than imagined.
People without thought, he must worry about.
Li Bai is a real figure who has walked in front of many people, and he is very hopeful to break into the ancestral holy realm.
The way of puppets is certainly strange, but for him, the more severe is what the old man of the spirit said.
There are endless mysteries in the stone city. It is the true Supreme City itself in ancient times and the final base for the return of the war spirit.
Only if the stone city continues to exist, those who have died with only some remnant souls, are seriously injured, or were exiled in the prehistoric cosmos, the earth ancestors who participated in the war in the past can find their way back through the stone city.
In other words, the stone city is the most important basis for the ancestors to "resurrect" in disguise, and there can be absolutely no mistakes.
"The Dao has three thousand, and the puppets can occupy a place in it, so naturally you can't underestimate it." Yin Meng stood aside, and it was only then that he said something.
"The Tao is three thousand, is it an imaginary number or a quasi-number?" Ling Zhi frowned and couldn't help asking.
It is said that there are three thousand great avenues and three thousand great avenues, but are these three thousand real three thousand whole, or are they just some kind of representative, representing the principle of the Tao?
Yin Meng hesitated for a moment, seeming to be hesitating, but she quickly made a decision. She said directly, "In the inheritance of the demon fox clan I got, the number of Dao laws is clearly represented by three thousand. So these three thousand should be the correct number."
"And there may be many other roads, but they are not in this avenue, but some trails." Yin Meng added softly.
Ling Zhi was silent for a moment, and did not continue to delve into this issue at this time. He looked at the person shaking at his feet and suddenly sneered, "You said two no, it means that the puppet is not controlled by others. Or does it mean that you are not controlled by others?"
When the words fell, Ling Zhi didn't wait for him to answer, but he was holding the Weeping Blood Sword first, and slashed several swords into the air in front and back.
It seemed that something suddenly broke in the air, and a series of fine lines appeared, and then broke.
The two lively puppets suddenly lost all their vitality.