There are many ways to refine a puppet, and you can do it with elixirs.
But in Fang Lin's current state, he couldn't make an elixir at all. Even if he could, it was too late. He was afraid that he would have become the second demon body before the elixir was refined.
As for other methods, it is difficult to achieve results in a short period of time.
While dealing with the deeply possessed Long Jiankong, the old mummy said: "I can help you make it into a puppet, but I also need your help to give me some holy energy."
When Fang Lin heard this, he nodded in agreement without hesitation.
There is nothing he can do if he doesn't agree. He has almost turned into a second demon body. Now he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor and pin his hopes on the old mummy.
At that moment, a ray of holy energy swept out of Fang Lin's body and entered Lao Gan's body with immense power.
After receiving this holy energy, the old mummy's aura increased sharply, and he knocked Long Jiankong to the ground with one palm.
Long Jiankong roared again and again, and just as he was about to stand up, he saw five evil energy chains sweeping in, tightly entangled Long Jiankong's limbs and neck.
The old mummy held the demonic chain in his hand and restrained Long Jiankong. For a moment, Long Jiankong was unable to move.
I saw the old mummy's other hand repeatedly making seals, which turned into several ancient demonic inscriptions and submerged into the body of Long Jiankong.
Fang Lin did not know the ancient texts of the demon clan, but those characters were obviously the oldest texts of the demon clan. I am afraid that not many demon beasts in the entire clan of demon beasts could understand them.
The ancient text of the demon clan entered the body, and Long Jiankong's body couldn't help trembling, as if he was going crazy, and the demonic energy in his body was constantly leaking out.
The old mummy suddenly stepped forward and pointed at Long Jiankong's forehead.
With this finger down, Long Jiankong trembled even more violently, and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Huh? This guy is a bit powerful, he can't turn into a puppet so easily!" The old mummy was a little surprised, and once again condensed several ancient demon clan texts, and penetrated Long Jiankong's body again.
Long Jiankong let out a low roar in his throat, and a fierce light emerged from his eyes, seeming to be resisting the power of the old mummy.
The black long sword sensed something was wrong and wanted to rush back to Long Jiankong to rescue him, but was blocked by the bloody long sword and could not return to Long Jiankong at all.
Fang Lin couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Long Jiankong seemed to be restrained by the old mummy. The signs of demonization on his body had also slowed down. It seemed that the situation was developing for the better.
At this moment, Long Jiankong's eyes suddenly regained clarity, the demonic nature faded away, and the human form once again dominated Long Jiankong's body.
"You want to refine me into a puppet? You're so naive!" Long Jiankong said coldly. The black lines on his face kept changing, and turned into several obscure words, which gave Long Jiankong some kind of unusual power. The power can resist the control of the ancient characters of the old mummy demon clan.
At the same time, Fang Lin's demonization also suddenly accelerated, and black lines began to spread towards Fang Lin's face.
"Hurry!" Fang Lin shouted, with a trace of black energy filling his eyes. This was a sign that the demonic energy had grown too much in Fang Lin's body.
The old mummy said impatiently: "What the hell! How can this guy become a puppet so easily?"
Fang Lin couldn't care less and cursed: "If you go any slower, I will be finished!"
The old mummy bared his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a drop of demon blood, which landed on the center of Long Jiankong's eyebrows.
This is a drop of the blood of the demon saint, which has infinite magical effects and power, and can greatly enhance the power of the ancient characters of the demon clan.
Of course, in the current state of the old mummy, there is very little blood of the Demon Saint. Every drop is one drop less. If Fang Lin hadn't said that he wanted to refine the Nirvana Pill for him, he would have been reluctant to consume the Blood of the Demon Saint. .
At this moment, the demon saint's blood entered his body, and Long Jiankong was finally unable to resist.
The black lines were restrained, and the ancient demonic writings had the upper hand, making up for Long Jiankong's body and completely suppressing his demonic energy and demonic nature.
"Okay, okay, it's no problem now. In three days, this guy will completely become a puppet." The old mummy said with a sigh of relief.
Fang Lin felt that the demonic energy in his body gradually receded, but the demonic elixir still remained in his body and did not disappear.
But for now, the crisis can be considered to be temporarily lifted. As long as Long Jiankong survives, he will not become the second demon body. He can just spend some time to slowly exorcise the demon pill.
The black long sword also whined at this moment, fell to the ground, lost its light and breath, and seemed to have turned into an ordinary long sword.
The old mummy did not let go of Long Jiankong's restraint. The five demonic chains still imprisoned Long Jiankong's demonic body, for fear that this guy would have any means to struggle again.
Only then did Fang Lin notice the situation around him.
This place is obviously the deepest point under the Devil's Falling Cliff. Even if you look up, you can't see the slightest light. It seems that there is some force blocking the bottom of the Devil's Falling Cliff from the outside world.
At the bottom of the Fallen Devil Cliff, it was as bright as day, and all that could be seen were broken bones. In the fight between the old mummy and Long Jiankong just now, these bones were naturally not spared, and they were basically destroyed.
There are also some fresh corpses. The shriveled corpses of the six spiritual powerhouses are here, but they are also in disgraceful and miserable condition.
Fang Lin secretly lamented that a master who was as strong as the spiritual source ended up like this. His strength was indeed much stronger than before, but he still could not be complacent.
"Huh? This is it?" Suddenly, Fang Lin found a corpse, half a corpse to be precise, because the lower half of the corpse was gone, and only the upper half was still there, but only the bones were left. And it is full of cracks and will completely fall apart at any time.
But it was this half-broken skeleton that caught Fang Lin's attention.
It also caused changes in the Supreme Temple in Fang Lin's palm.
A trace of the Supreme aura permeated from the half-skeleton, stirring up the Supreme Temple that Fang Lin carried with him.
Fang Lin immediately realized that this half skeleton was probably one of the descendants of the Supreme Temple during his lifetime. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Supreme aura to remain after death.
At that moment, Fang Lin struggled to stand up and walked to the half of the remains. As he approached, he saw a faint light source slowly flying out of the half of the remains and floating in front of Fang Lin.
The old mummy was slightly surprised when he saw this scene, but he didn't ask any more questions. This might be another opportunity for Fang Lin.
Fang Lin looked at the light source and sighed in his heart. This person was indeed one of the twelve descendants of the temple, but he died here, at the hands of Long Jiankong, which is really sad.
"Since you are dead, your inheritance belongs to me." Fang Lin said in his heart, reaching out and grabbing the light source.