Chapter 342 - 124: 【Artifact Spirit】(7700 words)
Chapter 124 [Artifact Spirit] (7700 words)
Chu Keqing and the black straight-haired girl retreated to the sides of Chen Yan and Ouyang, the four of them gathered together again.
The black straight-haired girl was in the worst state - after the Meat Mountain died, only the last trace of red light returned to the black straight-haired girl, re-entering her eyes.
But the red light was already very weak, making the black straight-haired girl’s eyeballs look much less red.
Chu Keqing glanced at the black straight-haired girl and said in a low voice, "How... are you?"
The black straight-haired girl shook her head, her voice weak: "I won’t die, but my Shikigami is weakened and needs a long sleep... I can’t help with anything else."
Chu Keqing gently supported the already unstable black straight-haired girl, shaking her head: "You’ve already exerted too much effort, killing this monster at the end was all thanks to your Blood Burning Spell."
"It’s not a spell, my Shikigami’s ability is to burn the enemy’s blood."
Chu Keqing supported the black straight-haired girl, carefully transferring her weight onto herself, holding her tightly.
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Chen Yan stared at the white-clad puppet, silent for a while, then slowly began to speak: "The Secret Realm Master is dead, so what about you puppet servants? Where do you go from here?"
The white-clad puppet shook its head: "The secret realm will always exist and will continue to exist. When the master dies, a new master will replace him."
Chen Yan laughed "Ha," suddenly raising his blood-drenched right hand, his index finger trembling!
A Primordial Energy Finger Sword swept across!
Swoosh!
The human skin curtain in the hall was directly cut off, quivering and slowly sliding to the ground!
Chen Yan’s face remained indifferent, and his index finger continued to tap several times!
Streams of Primordial Qi shot out, hitting the black skeleton puppets standing outside the curtain, penetrating their bodies, and they fell to the ground.
"Will you get angry if I kill a few puppets?" Chen Yan coldly asked the white-clad puppet.
"Why would I get angry." The white-clad puppet shook its head: "Puppets don’t have any life. Without life, there’s no talking about killing."
As it spoke, it slowly walked to the center of the hall, its tone indifferent: "The trial has ended. Can the guests select their rewards now?"
Chen Yan didn’t speak, pointing his index finger at the white-clad puppet!
A stream of Primordial Qi shot out, hitting the white-clad puppet’s body!
But this time, the Finger Sword didn’t penetrate the white-clad puppet, just fell in front of it, blocked by a force of the five elements!
It seemed as if the air fluctuated, sending out ripples.
The white-clad puppet lifted its head to look at Chen Yan: "Guest, why do you want to do this?"
"To kill you." Chen Yan coldly said.
"No life, can’t be killed." The white-clad puppet shook its head.
"Then I’ll dismantle you, destroy you." Chen Yan’s tone was very indifferent: "Just a different way of saying it."
The white-clad puppet quietly looked at Chen Yan: "Why."
Chen Yan laughed.
"What damn Secret Realm Master! All nonsense!
That Meat Mountain thing, just that Hungry Ghost Spirit Monster transformed into a Meat Mountain, it’s just a monster, like all the trial monsters here—just monsters within the secret realm."
"But it was indeed the Secret Realm Master." The white-clad puppet shook its head: "In here, it had the highest status, could issue orders. All monsters, all servants, including me, had to obey it. Within the secret realm, it could eat whatever it wanted, do whatever it wanted. Isn’t that the master’s authority?"
"But it’s dead."
"Then we’ll pick a new master. There are many monsters here, we can select one to be the master." The white-clad puppet calmly responded: "The secret realm will always exist, and it will always have a secret realm master."
Ouyang’s face grew more and more perplexed as he listened: "What nonsense! The Secret Realm Master died, and you’re picking a new one? Who picks?"
The white-clad puppet answered directly: "Me."
"Why you!" Ouyang’s expression became serious: "You have the authority to choose the master here? Ha! So, you’re the real Secret Realm Master?!"
"I am not." The white-clad puppet replied: "I don’t lie, I’m not the master."
"Damn it, what nonsense." Ouyang picked up his knife, glaring at the white-clad puppet, seemingly considering where to stab.
"Still don’t understand?" Chen Yan sighed: "This thing isn’t the secret realm’s master... it is..."
As he spoke, Chen Yan looked at the white-clad puppet.
"It, is the secret realm!"
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With Chen Yan’s words, everyone fell silent!
Ouyang’s eyes rolled, seemingly understanding something, his gaze towards the white-clad puppet changed.
Chu Keqing took a deep breath, her expression puzzled: "The secret realm... is alive?"
"Not alive, hmm... but not dead either." Chen Yan sneered.
"Artifact Spirit!"
Ouyang suddenly spat out two cold words.
Chen Yan nodded: "Not bad, it should be an artifact spirit!"
Ouyang sighed: "Damn it, saying this makes everything clear."
Seeing Chu Keqing still confused, Chen Yan shook his head and said: "This place, this secret realm, absolutely couldn’t have been created by a cultivator... the cultivators in this world couldn’t manage this level! Directly splitting a separate space with mana... impossible!"
Previously, Chen Yan and Ouyang had hypothesized that this secret realm’s existence was created by some magical treasure.
But the problem still hadn’t been solved.
Such a miraculous magical treasure, its owner must be a great power!
The ability to wield such a magical treasure – capable of directly splitting out a separate space, the magical treasure’s level, whether Chen Yan was from the domain realm or not, thinking about it means it definitely isn’t simple.