"Not bad!" Abel nodded.
"Although I can't possess the body, we can make this corpse into a puppet corpse, and then we can follow Mr. Chitel's orders!"
Punpuway hurriedly said that he didn't want to be put into a storage ring by Abel.
"Do you know what strength this corpse is? You still want to make it into a puppet corpse?"
Oldrim snorted coldly.
"Any corpse is fine, as long as it's a corpse, I can practice it, even if it's the realm of transformation…"
Punpuway's face was full of self-confidence.
"You can really practice?" Abel had some doubts.
"Mr. Chitel, I will never dare to deceive you…"
Punpuway said respectfully.
"Well, you refine it. If you can refine it successfully, I will definitely find you a fleshy body."
Abel said.
Punpuway looked puzzled: "Mr. Chitel, I'm just a soul body now, and I can't refine it. I need to find a flesh body."
Abel looked at Punpuway and didn't speak for a long time. After a moment of stunned, he nodded and said, "Okay, I will find you a body, but if you dare to lie to me, I will definitely make you regret it…"
"Don't dare, now Mr. Chitel is the Great Noblian. Even if I find my body, I am not Mr. Chitel's opponent. How dare I deceive you…"
Punpuway quickly assured.
"Baral, go find a corpse…"
Abel ordered to Baral.
Baral nodded, and soon found a corpse. This corpse was full of beards, and his appearance was not very good.
Although Punpuway was a little disgusted, but now, as long as he can see the sun again, he doesn't care about that.
Soon, Punpuway was attached to the corpse, and with the bearded corpse opening his eyes, Punpuway woke up.
Looking at his body, Punpuway's face was full of excitement.
"Now you can make puppet corpses…"
Abel said to Punpuway.
"Mr. Chitel, to refine such a powerful puppet corpse, you need to build a formation…"
Punpuway said.
Abel frowned: "How long does it take?"
"Just a few hours…"
"Okay, let Baral send someone to assist you, hurry up…" Abel nodded, then turned and left the forbidden area.
Abel and the others were tired and had to rest first.
"Abel, do you trust that guy that much?"
Oldrim asked Abel.
"He shouldn't dare to lie to me. As the head of the evil cultivator, maybe he really has a way to make the Dudish's corpse into a puppet corpse…"
Abel can only choose to trust Punpuway now.
Borrowsrs passed quickly.
Baral sent someone to call Abel and the others. When he walked into the forbidden area, Abel saw that in the middle position, a 5 or 6 meters high formation was set up.
Moreover, there are some magical instruments placed around the formation, which are estimated to be used to stabilize the formation.
"Mr. Chitel, the array is ready, but there are no decent instruments here to stabilize the array. I'm afraid that during the refining period, the array can't bear it and collapse. who knows if Mr. Chitel has any advanced instruments?"
Punpuway asked Abel.
Abel shook his head with an embarrassed look on his face: "I don't have any magic weapon either. I have a spirit sword, can I use it?"
Punpuway shook his head: "In order to be safe, I think we need to find a few magic tools…"
But now where can Abel go to find the magic weapon?
At this moment, Oldrim stood up: "What kind of magic weapon, I just need to draw a few spells to ensure that the stage is as stable as a rock."
Oldrim said, took out the yellow paper, and then said something in his mouth, what did he draw on the yellow paper.
Soon, Oldrim drew the spell and posted it on all 4 corners of the stage.
Looking at Oldrim's talisman technique, Punpuway felt a burst of surprise. He didn't expect that there are people who are so proficient in talisman techniques.
To be continued........
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