In the following days, Zheng Tuo switched between tension and busyness. He transformed the twelve generals one by one. And there were no accidents. The twelve generals all had the ability to transform. Not only that. Since he was going out to make a living, he must have some trump cards. The twelve generals were his children, Zheng Tuo. They were poor and rich. How could he let his children be so tight in their pockets when he went out to make a living? So. He specially prepared three trump card gift packs for each puppet. Among them.
Each gift pack included thirty-six powerful trump cards, including those for running away, cheating, pursuing victory, and counterattacking... etc., everything was available. In addition. He also specially asked the twelve generals to practice several sets of combination formations. Two people, four people, six people, and twelve people. In terms of power, the strongest twelve-person formation is invincible in the foundation-building period. Zheng Tuo was like an old mother, preparing this and that for the twelve children, which was even more troublesome than going out himself. Although they were puppets, he did not really regard the Twelve Gods as cold machines. With such a personality, he was unwilling to change and did not want to change. The Twelve Gods were ready. With Zheng Tuo's repeated instructions, the Twelve Gods left Luoxian Sect and entered the battlefield of the younger generation. After the Twelve Gods left, Zheng Tuo was not idle, but started to prepare some spare parts for the Twelve Gods. He did not let the Twelve Gods carry the spare parts. Considering that they were not real immortals, they might be targeted by some big shots and arrested directly. So. Each puppet had five hidden self-destruct devices, including three spare gift bags. Even if they were caught, they would have ways to self-destruct. The spare materials needed to be placed in the storage ring. Even if they self-destructed, with the solidity of the materials and the defense of the storage ring, it would be difficult to completely damage them. If these spare materials were found by someone, they might be assembled into new puppets. It would be a loss to find me by following the clues. There is such a plan.
After preparing three spare parts for each puppet, he put them all away, which will definitely be useful in the future. The departure of the Twelve Gods and the Nine-Barrel Black Phoenix made the originally lively Luoxian Sect fall into silence again. Zheng Tuo was also happy to be free and continued to study the way of puppets. He found that puppets were simply divine objects for spying on military intelligence. The biggest difference between puppets and immortal cultivators is the breath. Any immortal cultivator has his own unique breath, even if you can hide it, you will be exposed. But puppets have no breath. For example: an ant puppet, you put it there, it is just an ant, and the energy in its core is smaller than a hair. Even if you can feel it, it is just a very weak aura. Compared with the aura absorbed by ordinary practice, it is simply the difference between the sea and raindrops, and the aura like raindrops can be seen everywhere in the world of immortal cultivation. So Zheng Tuo is happy to carve various miniature puppets. What: ants, spiders, centipedes, mosquitoes... and so on. Each miniature puppet will become his eyes, helping him to monitor the entire 100,000-mile area around Luoxian Mountain. If any strong person approaches, he will find it in the first place, and then make the most reasonable judgment he thinks. He feels safe doing this, as he is a persecuted witness. It's as comfortable as finding a corner to hide when he was a child. So. Zheng Tuo doesn't know how many miniature puppets he has refined, anyway, the materials in his hands are almost all used up. "Ah..." When you really devote yourself to something, time will pass quickly. Calculate the time. He can't help but think of the unlucky child Mo Jiu. It's almost time. The environment is transformed into a prison, where Mo Jiu is imprisoned. "Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat, Boiling Goat, Slow Goat, Soft, Red Wolf, Gray Wolf, don't look at me as just a sheep, the green grass becomes more fragrant because of me, the sky becomes bluer because of me, and the white clouds become softer because of me..." Mo Jiu lies on the ground with his legs spread out. His eyes were dull, as if he had Alzheimer's, and he was muttering the theme song of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. After seeing this scene, Zheng Tuo felt that he was too cruel. Locking a person in a room for a full year or two, replaying the same episode of childish cartoons every moment. Zheng Tuo believed that he could not survive for half a day.
Now look. The Mojiu in front of him was still alive. He could not help but sigh that the vitality of the demons was really tenacious. "Snap!" With a snap of his fingers, the environment was transformed into a prison, and all the cartoons disappeared. The momentary silence made Mojiu very uncomfortable. He slowly stood up as if he had lost something, turned his head, and looked at Zheng Tuo. From his body language and facial expression, it can be seen that he is on the verge of collapse. As long as Zheng Tuo increases his strength, Mojiu will inevitably have a mental breakdown. "I'm just a sheep, you are Big Big Wolf, I'm a sheep, you are Big Big Wolf..." Mojiu said mysteriously, approaching Zheng Tuo step by step. "Stop pretending." Zheng Tuo crossed his arms and calmly looked at Mo Jiu who was on the verge of death. "Gagaga..." Mo Jiu's shoulders trembled, and his originally decadent face revealed the cruelty that originally belonged to the demon clan. "Boy, you think that putting these childish things can affect my powerful soul, you are dreaming, you are wishful thinking..." Mo Jiu is still cruel. As the son of the Demon King, how could he be influenced by such childish things? What a joke. Seeing Mo Jiu like this, Zheng Tuo shook his head helplessly: "I say, stop pretending. Since you are a demon, you can't live openly. I might as well send you to death." After saying this. The originally ferocious Mo Jiu gradually regained his composure. He looked very depressed, like an abandoned child. "Your original body has given up on you. Even if I let you go now, you will be wiped out by the original body." Zheng Tuo told the truth. The Mo Jiu in front of him is just the clone of the original Mo Jiu. It can be said that the two are the same person, or it can be said that the two are not the same person. The clones of the demons usually split themselves, so he can be said to be the original body, or it can be said that he is not the original body. "What do you want me to tell you."
Mo Jiu finally let go. Although this guy in front of him is annoying, what he said is definitely not wrong. He had been abandoned by his original body. In the dark, the thread connecting him to his original body had been cut off. Now. Even if he could get out, he would be wiped out by his original body. With his character, how could he tolerate even a little danger around him. "Where did you enter the East Region from?" Not only Yun Yangzi and the Emperor wanted to know about this, he also wanted to know. If the demons invaded the East Region on a large scale at this time, with his own strength, he would only be able to watch and could not do anything. Even if there was danger, he could not help. That was the situation he was most reluctant to see. Mo Jiu looked at Zheng Tuo, and light slowly gathered in his eyes.