Those profound practitioners were all sitting cross-legged around the refining platform, with their eyes closed, constantly consuming the spiritual power in their bodies.
There are also a few profound practitioners whose complexions are sometimes pale and sometimes livid.
What's more, some profound practitioners had pitch-black complexions, and their facial features were distorted in pain.
It was as if there was some power surging within their bodies.
But they still insist on transmitting their spiritual power.
How is this going
"Look at the fire burning under the corpse."
In the ear, came the voice of a man reminding.
Ye Qingluo turned his eyes and landed on the blazing flames.
At first, she didn't see anything wrong.
Just as he was about to look back and ask Emperor Moxuan.
Her eyes flashed suddenly.
That flame... the radian of burning... is very abnormal!
no, no...
That's no ordinary flame!
Ye Qingluo's complexion suddenly became serious.
That burning, dancing flame arc...
It's like a person... constantly struggling, painfully struggling, desperately struggling...
Vaguely, strands of thick black yin energy could be seen rising from the flames little by little, merging into the body of the corpse hanging in mid-air.
Ye Qingluo grabbed Di Moxuan's arm tightly: "That's not a flame... that's a human soul... a human's resentment..."
"That's right." Di Moxuan replied solemnly, "The refining of the corpse puppet is to use human souls and resentments, and then fuse them with a special secret method to turn the corpse puppet into a murderous weapon."
"For these defective products, the Dark Palace actually used human souls as food..." Ye Qingluo clenched his fists in shock. Don't you care?"
"It's not that I don't care, but it's too late." Di Moxuan stroked her hair, "The distance between the upper level interface and the lower level interface is too far. If it weren't for the powerful energy, it would attract the attention of the balance historians in the upper world. Then they will come... ”
"However, the people behind the dark palace have grasped the boundary of this energy. If someone hadn't reported it, it would be impossible for the balance historian of the upper level to notice this matter."
This is the so-called, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, what rhythm can I bear
"The most important point is... the identity of the person behind the scenes. It is very possible that even the historian of balance can't control it." Di Moxuan lowered his voice, "Now, we can only wait for Qingwu to bring the news."
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips tightly, her eyes fixed on the flame that seemed to be jumping with joy, but was actually struggling in pain.
Her slender fingers curled up one by one.
Although she is not a saint.
But it is absolutely impossible to kill innocent people indiscriminately like Anyou Palace.
At the same time, in her heart, she also strengthened her determination to destroy the base.
When the two are talking.
Si Yanmu had already walked in.
With a trembling voice, he was whispering something to a man in a black robe who came from a dark place.
Soon, Si Yanmu handed the token in his hand to the man in black.
His hands kept shaking.
The black-robed man laughed mockingly: "I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. You are such a coward who sent you to ask for the dead puppet. With your guts, can you successfully take the dead puppet out?"
"I, I'm not afraid... I, I can..." Si Yanmu's voice trembled, "You, hurry up, give, give me the dead puppet, like the holy law, wait, wait for me..."