The puppet control technique is a secret code among a few sects, and not everyone can use it.
Anyone can learn the puppet control technique in front of him, so Yang Wu naturally memorized it quickly.
Others discovered that they all wrote it down, but after they finished memorizing the formula, they immediately discovered that this "Puppet Controlling Technique" was not something that ordinary people could use at all. The conditions for the formula were very demanding, and they had to reach the "Puppet Refining" stage alone. Only those at the level of a saint-level weapon refiner can refine it. At the "puppet control" stage, they also need to reach the saint-level soul mind before they can recreate the soul mind to control the puppet... This is completely a saint-level "puppet control technique".
Fortunately, there are saints behind them, and bringing them back is a great achievement, and no one will complain.
Yang Wu didn't care, he had no intention of refining puppets, not to mention that he had already collected dozens of puppets. As long as he reactivates these puppets, he can let them fight for him. In other words, as long as he masters the stage of "controlling puppets" formula, just meet the requirements.
After Yang Wu wrote down the "Puppet Control Technique", he continued to look for other things. He found that many good things were left untouched and asked Bai Luoyun, Yang Jie and Li Xiao to collect them and put them together.
As he walked, he approached the main palace. This is where the greatest treasure is, but it also contains the greatest danger.
At this time, Bai Woming and Shu Yujun were also nearby, and they seemed to be studying how to crack it.
The main palace is extremely majestic and huge. It can be seen that it is not a palace built by the human race. Its appearance is rough, not polished, and not finely carved. It is more like a peerless strongman using powerful means to transform these heaven-level palaces. The stones were forcibly fused together to form a temple.
Yang Wu couldn't tell which kind of palace it was made by a strong demon clan, so he walked towards Bai Woming and Shu Yujun.
"You two, you have entered the palace. What kind of terrifying thing is there?" Yang Wu asked.
He vaguely felt that something was calling in the palace. He had to go into the main palace to take a look, but before entering, he had to learn the details from the two people in front of him.
Shu Yujun didn't hide it, she said: "There is a dragon turtle fighting spirit inside, a saint-level one."
Bai Woming said: "Even if we hold holy weapons, we can't deal with it. It is too powerful. It was definitely a demon saint when it was alive. Maybe this palace belongs to it."
"It turns out to be the Dragon Turtle War Spirit. No wonder I want to enter it so much. It must be summoning me." Yang Wu's doubts disappeared and he asked. "So we have no way of entering the palace?"
"A powerful restriction was set up here, and only the heavenly realm was allowed to enter. If anyone higher than this realm forcibly comes in, they will be strangled by the power here. If a saint comes in, the place will be automatically destroyed. Even the saint can be killed. This dragon turtle fighting spirit is invincible here. Unless we can find a way to control it, we won't be able to enter the main palace." Bai Woming said seriously.
"No matter how strong the fighting spirit is, it is still a soul. If there is something to defeat the spirit, it may be possible to deal with it. The worst thing is that it will be destroyed by it before it can be restrained." Shu Yujun sighed softly.
"The soul-killing thing!" Yang Wumo murmured with a hint of excitement.
If it were any other holy object, he might not have it, but he did have the soul-killing object on his body.
"Do you have some restraint?" Shu Yujun asked curiously.
Bai Woming also looked at Yang Wu with the intention of asking. He also seemed to want to know if Yang Wu had any way to restrain the Dragon Turtle's fighting spirit.
"Yes, there is, but I don't know if it will work. Let me think about it and talk to you in detail later." Yang Wu nodded in agreement, then walked to a deserted corner and sat down cross-legged. The news that he owns the soul-suppressing pot is of great importance, and he doesn't want anyone to know about it for the time being.
The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade.
He still understands this truth.
Shu Yujun and Bai Woming did not force Yang Wu. Yang Wu was the most powerful here and they could not antagonize him. If Yang Wu really had a way, then they could also gain something.
Yang Wu turned his back to everyone and took out the soul-suppressing pot. His spiritual thoughts went straight into the soul-suppressing pot and asked: "Lei Zongjun, how is your cultivation going now?"
Lei Zongjun is the ghost suppressed in the soul-suppressing pot. He has been cultivating in secret after receiving the "Ghost Cultivation Technique" taught by Yang Wu.
Soon, Lei Zongjun responded happily: "Haha, the Ghost Cultivation Technique is indeed a method that can help me quickly condense my body. I have reached the third level of cultivation and can use most of my soul power for my own use. As long as you are willing Let me out, and I will definitely survive without any harm."
Yang Wu used the Soul Suppressing Pot to absorb a large amount of soul power in Death Valley, which was the best strength for Lei Zongjun.
"Yes, that's right. I've found a body for you and I'll let you out later." Yang Wu responded.
"Thank you, Master." Lei Zongjun said with difficulty concealing his excitement.
"Let me ask you, can the soul-suppressing pot be used to suppress the holy soul?"
"Of course, otherwise why would I be suppressed here?"
"That'll be easy."
"Master, are you planning to get me a holy soul? If so, you must be fully recognized by the soul-suppressing pot, otherwise it will not be able to help you collect the holy soul. After all, the power of the holy soul is too powerful. . ”
"It still has to be approved by the soul-suppressing pot, which seems to be quite troublesome."
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The soul-suppressing pot is a sacred instrument, even a higher-level existence. It is not easy to get its approval.
Normally, Yang Wu could exert some of its power by holding it, but to deal with holy-level war spirits, he really had to control the soul-suppressing pot.
After Yang Wu pondered for a while, he decided to try whether he could completely control the soul-suppressing pot. If he could do it, it would be an extra trump card for him.
Generals Yang Jie, Li Xiao and others called him over and asked them to protect him. He was going to retreat temporarily in a ruined hall.
"Wu Tianwang, the collection of spiritual treasures here is almost complete. Now that you are in seclusion, aren't you afraid of being swallowed up by the two families?" Yang Jie asked.
"Yes, yes, let's divide the spoils first and then talk about it." Li Xiao agreed.
Yang Wu waved his hand and said, "They dare not miss me."
In this way, Yang Wu entered the ruined palace and tried to find a way to make the soul-suppressing pot recognize its owner.
The holy soldier has a soldier soul, and if he wants to gain its recognition, he must get the recognition of the soldier soul. Without enough strength, he doesn't even have the ability to activate the soldier soul.
Yang Wu held the soul-suppressing pot and murmured: "Soul-suppressing pot, soul-suppressing pot, if you don't want to bury me, just accept me as your master."
There was no movement in the soul-suppressing pot, but Lei Zongjun's voice sounded: "Use the blood essence to activate the soldier soul, and then use the soul power to obtain the resonance of the soldier soul. Only then can you possibly gain its recognition. Unfortunately, your level is too low now. It’s difficult to awaken a soldier’s soul, let alone get its approval.”
Yang Wu ignored Lei Zongjun's words and used blood essence to drip into the soul-suppressing pot.
His essence and blood seemed to contain some kind of power, and the body of the soul-suppressing pot flashed with light, and then quickly subsided.
Yang Wu opened his soul eyes, activated the Taoist flower in Shenting, and released powerful spiritual power. He shouted: "Where is the soul of the soul of the soul-suppressing pot!"
Suddenly, a floating shadow appeared in the soul-suppressing pot. It was a ghost shadow of a soul. It was unclear what it looked like. It responded with a spiritual thought: "This saint is here!"
Any holy soldier possesses holy power. The holy power released by this soul-suppressing pot only envelopes Yang Wu, but the residual power it exudes still makes the souls of people in this space tremble.
"This... this is the Holy Power. Which saint has come?"
"No, this is not a saint, it may be the soul of a holy soldier. Could it be that a holy soldier has been discovered here?"
"This is the direction of King Wu Tian. Has he discovered anything?"
"Perhaps he activated the holy weapon. What exactly does he want to do?"
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Yang Jie and Li Xiao almost knelt down outside the remnant palace. Fortunately, it was not the true saint's divine will that came, otherwise, they would have knelt down if they really couldn't bear it.
Bai Woming and Shu Yujun both looked in the direction of Yang Wu, with deep surprise in their eyes. They had the same thought: "Does he really have the means to deal with the dragon turtle fighting spirit?"
In the remnant hall, Yang Wu was suffering from the soul pressure of the Soldier Soul. This oppression was not directed at the body, but at the soul. As long as his soul could not bear it, he would definitely not be recognized by the Soldier Soul.
Yang Wu's face was covered with sweat and his expression was extremely ugly, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. He looked at the shadow of the soldier soul and said: "Serve me as your master!"
Powerful thoughts burst out from the Taohua of Shenting and were imprinted on the soldier soul, but these thoughts were forcibly erased by the soldier soul. The soldier soul responded: "You are too weak. If you can grow a little more, you can If I summon you, I will definitely be able to serve you as my Lord, but now, you have lost this qualification."
The next moment, soul light flashed in the soul-suppressing pot, and a beam of power surged toward Yang Wu's soul to suppress it, actually preparing to absorb Yang Wu into the soul-suppressing pot's forbidden seal.
This is the power of the soul's counterattack.
People can control soldiers, and soldiers can control people. Examples of this are not uncommon in the supernatural world.
Once Yang Wu can't bear this power and loses his ability to act independently, he will become a soldier slave and his thoughts will be controlled by the soul-suppressing pot.
Yang Wu realized the danger and quickly ran the "Heart Sutra of Soul Taming" to forcibly stabilize his soul. His soul became a powerful soul body, and he was not far from the fighting soul. Even if it is not as good as the current soldier soul, there is no problem in holding on.
It's just that it's not enough to get the recognition of the soldier soul, you have to fight back.
Yang Wuhun looked at the soldier soul and shouted: "You are just a soldier soul. Don't even think about hurting the master. Listen to my orders immediately, or I will destroy you."
The soul eye exudes an invisible soul-destroying light. This soul-destroying power is many times more powerful than before. If he attacks with all his soul power, even if he cannot destroy the soldier's soul, he can still severely damage it.
The soldier soul seemed to feel the shocking power of the soul eye, and the soul power shrank, showing a hint of fear and saying: "Don't try to destroy me, I will serve you as my master."