I Have a Trillion Protagonist’s Halo

"Holy Lord, what do you mean by this?"

Su Zhan's face was full of displeasure: "Isn't the sword technique that I created strong?"

Strong?

It's really strong.

If you are not careful, you can kill yourself.

This kind of swordsmanship can be said to be unprecedented. Others' swordsmanship is to kill the enemy. Your swordsmanship can even kill yourself. Can it be strong?

Mo Wentian slandered in his heart and said: "It's not a question of whether it's strong or not, it's mainly because it's not suitable!

Your physique is different from ours. Where did we practice the exercises you created based on yourself? "

"That's your problem."

Su Zhan was still a little unhappy, and said: "The God Yan Art was not my own creation, but the puppet emperor left behind. If you want to practice, you can figure it out by yourself!"

"The Puppet Emperor stayed?"

Mo Wentian was surprised: "You got the inheritance of the puppet emperor?"

"Yes indeed!"

Su Zhan nodded: "There is also puppetry... But after I took a look, I found that the puppet emperor didn't want too many people to learn it, so it won't be spread out. It's a respect for the wishes of a man who has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years! "

Upon hearing Su Zhan's words, the saint kings who were still **** their eyes immediately lit up.

"It's actually the spiritual power cultivation method inherited by the puppet emperor!"

"Sure enough, the young master's luck is against the sky, and the Puppet Emperor inheritance that no one has obtained for tens of thousands of years is really obtained by him!"

"Young Master, I was wrong just now, I actually like to cultivate mental power!"

"Hey, I want to make a rubbing too!"

...

When I heard that this technique was not created by Su Zhan, but was left by the puppet emperor, the holy kings enthusiastically squeezed over.

After they have printed it.

Su Zhan thought of something and waved his hand to release the puppet Seventeen.

It has been seven or eight days since the puppet emperor's remains.

Although most of the time was on the road, he was not idle on the road, and had completely repaired the seventeenth.

This is also no way.

Although the puppets in the Moyu Ring Cave Sky can refine tools, refine alchemy, and repair puppets.

But they are all relatively low-level. Psychic puppets like the Seventeen, they can't even connect even one of the inscriptions, they can only repair the surface scars and continue to connect their wrists.

Su Zhan couldn't come by himself, so he could only count on Seventeen to fix himself.

"Su Zhan, this is..."

Seeing the seventeen humanoid puppet, Mo Wentian was a little surprised.

"This is seventeen, a puppet."

As he said, Su Zhan turned his head and said to Seventeen: "Have you seen it clearly? This is the Holy Master of our Holy Land.

If he is in danger in the future, you must save him if I am away!

And, under special circumstances, you can also hear the command line things. "

"Know the master."

Seventeen nodded, his eyes flashed with golden light, directly recording the image of Mo Wentian.

"Su Zhan, are you kidding me again?"

Mo Wentian pointed at Seventeen and couldn't help but smile: "I'm in danger, he is a puppet, can he save me?"

"He can."

Su beheaded.

"Oh?"

Mo Wentian smiled happily: "You mean, is this puppet's strength not much different from ours?"

Su Zhan said truthfully: "I don't know anything else, but Seventeen should at least be able to draw a tie with the Holy Master of the Eastern Desolation, and the possibility of the Holy Master of the Eastern Desolation is quite high!"

"This thing can defeat the Holy Lord of the Eastern Desolation?"

Mo Wentian was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Su Zhan, you are not—"

boom!

Before the words were finished, Puppet Seventeen suddenly exploded with power, and all the saint kings who were crushed couldn't lift their heads!

"Please believe the master, he is a good honest man."

Seventeen Muran said.

Mo Wentian's voice stopped abruptly, and he was dumbfounded when he felt the power slightly stronger than the Holy Lord Li Yuandong of the Eastern Desolation.

"Sure enough, the puppet can only tell the truth."

When Seventeen said he was a good person, Su Zhan smiled slightly: "Let's go Seventeen, take you to see my guardian and pets."

After finishing speaking, the wings of wind and thunder appeared behind him, and with a single flap, it turned into an electric light and disappeared in place.

As for the puppet 17, his legs were slightly bent. Then suddenly exerted force.

"boom!"

Cracks appeared on the ground under his feet, and he also turned into a golden light to follow Su Zhan.

"He He……"

Watching Su Zhan and the puppet leave, Mo Wentian asked Tang Wujian unacceptably, "He is not really that strong, right?"

"……it is true."

Tang Wujian was a little helpless: "Although it sounds nonsense, the puppet does have a little stronger power than the Holy Lord of the Eastern Desolation!"

"This, this, this..."

Mo Wentian felt a little uncomfortable, clutching his chest.

This is so special!

It's fine if you can't beat Su Zhan!

it's good now.

Even his puppet can't beat it!

This holy lord is... without majesty!

Mo Wentian was depressed.

Tang Wujian comforted: "Holy Lord, don't think too much, it's normal to be unable to defeat his puppet now, as long as you work hard, then..."

Tang Wujian wanted to say, "That will definitely defeat his puppet easily."

But immediately I thought, Su Zhan has only been cultivating for a year, and his puppet will naturally be transformed to become stronger as his strength grows stronger. Now he changed his mouth and said, “In that case, maybe you even Su Zhan’s pet. Can't beat it?"

"Tang Wujian, look for a fight!"

Don't ask how the weather is not light, as soon as you squeeze your fist, you will beat Tang Wujian severely.

But Tang Wujian was ready long ago, he smiled and turned into a sword light to escape.

"Holy Lord, don't be too obsessed, look at it, Su Zhan, this guy in the spirit world is only one in a million years, so what is the difference with him!"

Hearing Tang Wujian's words, Mo Wentian also shook his head.

Who competes with him?

It's just that, after thousands of years of hard work, the result was not as good as the puppet that Su had conquered...Who could stand this?

Ugh!

That's it!

Mo Wentian sighed in his heart and stopped thinking about it. Then, his face was solemn: "Send to Li Ping and let him come to see me quickly. With these clues provided by Su Zhan, this time, he must hide where the Blood Demon God is. Dig it out!"

...

Cut Tianfeng.

Su Zhan just landed.

Tang Liuxue greeted him happily.

"Your Highness!"

"Ok."

Su Zhan nodded and said, "This is puppet Seventeen, Seventeen. This is my guardian, Tang Liuxue. She is also a protected object."

"Guardian, Tang Liuxue."

Seventeen eyes flashed golden light, remember it.

"the host!"

At this moment, Lei Shi Xiaobubai also ran over.

"This is my little pet."

Su Zhan spoke again.

"Spiritual pet, little is white."

Seventeen recorded again.

Tang Liuxue and Lei Shi felt the terrifying energy contained in Puppet Seventeen that could easily destroy them, and they both watched with some dread.

"By the way, seventeen, when you were on this mountain, if you found out that Tang Liuxue made any mistake..."

"Kill her?"

Seventeen asked.

"You are a puppet, why are you so cruel?"

Su Zhan was a little unhappy: "Of course I want to remind her, help her, protect her, and report to me!"

"Oh, I see!"

Seventeen nodded.

Su Zhan looked at Lei Shi, and said: "If Lei Shi Xiao Bubai has made any mistakes..."

"I know."

The seventeenth one said seriously: "Remind it, help it, protect it, and report to you, the master!"

"Do not."

Su Zhan shook his head.

"Kill it!"