The clash between the Bamboo Emperor and the Vine Emperor caused destructive fluctuations in the sky.

With every blow, the Bamboo Emperor's injuries worsened, but he would fight to the death with the Teng Emperor at all costs.

At the moment when the two were fighting, the three puppet elders had already succeeded, beheaded the seventh elder and captured the seventh elder's body.

The Bamboo Emperor's eyes were blood red. He still could not understand why these three puppet elders betrayed the Bamboo Palace and killed their colleagues...

"Why! Why do you want to betray the emperor!"

"They did not betray you... Their hearts are still loyal to Zhudian, but their bodies have to obey my orders. Because they are my puppets! Lian!"

The eleven silver-haired old men who were fighting with the great elder all sneered.

Then, the two silver-haired old men temporarily withdrew from the battle circle, each activated the silver thread, and in front of the Bamboo Emperor, they 'resurrected' the fallen fifth elder and seventh elder...

These two people also became Wan Changkong's living puppets, bowing down to the 11 silver-haired old men in the sky!

Witnessing this scene, the Bamboo Emperor and the great elders were all stunned, and then they seemed to understand something and became furious!

So that’s the case, no wonder the Suixu elders who have served the Bamboo Palace for generations would betray the Bamboo Palace, and no wonder so many Dong Shuhai monks would go crazy...

It turns out that Wan Changkong actually has such means to refine living puppets!

Living puppet... living puppet!

You are a living person, I retain your consciousness and make you my puppet. Regardless of whether you are willing or not, you will be under my control!

You are a dead person, I revive your memory, resurrect you as a puppet, deprive you of the qualification for reincarnation, and become my slave!

All puppets in the world, even spiritual puppets, are dead puppets. No matter how advanced puppetry is, it is impossible to resurrect a dead person as a puppet, nor can it make a puppet retain the consciousness of a living person...

But in ancient times, there was a demon tribe who created the art of creating puppets, and their name was the Mourning Tribe!

The leader of the mourning clan is the ancestor of the Beitian Immortal Realm...the Ancestral Emperor of the Beitian!

Most of the secret arts within the Mourning Tribe, including the technique of resurrecting puppets, can only be performed by those who have cultivated the Demonic Veins of Mourning.

When the members of the Mourning Tribe burn their blood, they have a chance to cultivate the Mourning Demonic Vein. The chance is one in ten thousand.

Only one person among ten thousand people can successfully cultivate the demonic vein of mourning, and the rest will all fail and die.

The Mourning Clan was too dangerous. After the Beitian Ancestral Emperor was enthroned, this tribe was wiped out by several Four Heavenly Powers. It is said that in the battle that year, not a single Mourning Clan member was left...

Unexpectedly, Wan Changkong can actually use the art of creating puppets, so his identity is about to be revealed...

"Wan Changkong! I didn't expect you to be a remnant of the Mourning Clan! If anyone learns of your identity within four days, they will kill you quickly!" the Bamboo Emperor said angrily.

"Haha... His Majesty the Bamboo Emperor, you really think highly of me. I am not a member of the Mourning clan. I just accidentally swallowed a treasure, accidentally cultivated the Mourning Demonic Vein, and received some sporadic magic inheritance. But there is one thing you should remind me.

No matter if I am a member of the mourning clan or not, the fact that I have the demonic vein of mourning must not be revealed, otherwise it may lead to the killing of the Four Heavenly Powers..."

"Since I told you about the life of the puppet, I will not leave you alive. The dead will keep all the secrets for me!"

laugh!

A fierce light appeared in Wan Changkong's eyes, and one of the 11 distractions suddenly exploded and shattered into countless silver threads, piercing the whole body of the sluggish elder!

The next moment, the scattered distractions regrouped, and the great elder, who was pierced by the silver thread, gradually became hollow-eyed and turned into one of the puppets of Wan Changkong...

"Your Majesty the Bamboo Emperor, there's no need to wait. It's not difficult for you and I to join forces and kill a dying Bamboo Emperor!" Wan Changkong sneered.

"Okay! It is truly a great blessing for me to be able to join forces with the Mourning Demonic Lineage!"

boom!

When the two of them were about to join forces to kill the Bamboo Emperor, a huge military boot suddenly stepped down from the sky!

"Haha, do you mind letting Mr. Liu get involved in this bamboo-slaying battle?"

boom!

With one step, Wan Changkong's distraction was instantly destroyed!
Chapter completed!