Yang Fan said helplessly.

If it weren't for the fear of many aspects, he would even have the idea of ​​killing this son.

"That fat...fat Taoist priest's zombie...zombie..."

Hu Fei said hesitantly, and sat down on the ground again, not daring to go out.

Yang Fan unfolded his senses, but found that the foundation-building zombie that had been refined before the Fat Ghost Path lost control and wandered outside the tomb, but did not dare to enter the hall.

Needless to think about it, Hu Fei must have met this amazing guy and was scared back.

"What...what should I do?"

Hu Fei stayed in a corner of the hall, dejected.

There are headless demon corpses inside, which are invincible; there are zombies in the foundation-building stage outside, which are enough to kill monks in the Concentration stage in a moment.

"Wait." Yang Fan said lightly, but thought to himself: "This is a bit troublesome. There is an uncontrollable foundation-building zombie outside. One or two cultivators in the Concentration Stage are probably difficult to deal with."

Fortunately, the zombies in the Foundation Establishment Stage dare not enter the hall, otherwise, with the two of them seriously injured at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Yang Fan let out a light breath, but most of his mind was not here.

Xianhong Space.

Yang Fan stood next to the iron-armored puppet, and while obtaining information about the jade slip in his hand, he started to study it.

The puppy stood beside him, watching curiously, and prompted him from time to time.

Soon, Yang Fan understood the mystery. The magic tricks in his hand continued, and a faint white light extended from his soul, which was mixed with countless colors of light, mainly green and black.

This wisp of white light was also imprinted into the puppet's body with the magic trick.

Finally, after half a day's time passed, Yang Fan initially refined the iron armored puppet.
Chapter completed!