The passage of the seventh pass made Wang Chen and the mouse secretly happy.

In this way, there are only the last two levels left.

Fu Ming's heart was more expectant and excited: "father, wait for me. I will get the pill and cure you soon."

After entering the eighth level, it was supposed to be eight puppets, but it was twelve puppets that appeared in front of Wang Chen.

"Younger martial brother, can you pass this level?"

Wang Chen looked at the puppets engraved with various runes and asked. Obviously, these puppets are not simple, especially the puppets that form an array. The more the number, the more the strength increases exponentially.

Therefore, Wang Chen is worried about whether he can pass the eighth level.

"Try it. It should be about the same."

Fu Ming was still not confident in himself. After he finished speaking, he began to check the test spiritual materials left by the puppet Taoist and immersed himself in his puppet world.

Wang Chen is helpless, and the mouse is also lack of interest. Obviously, they don't know how to communicate with this unique genius.

However, it is not much communication, completely immersed in their own world, that can become a unique genius. Like the original fengwuji, there are not many friends, immersed in their own Kendo world all day.

Wang Chen felt very strange when he said that there was no taboo in the wind.

Since he came to the Tianyuan continent, he has never heard of him again. Wang Chen has asked about the great forces of Leizhou and Yunzhou, and has never seen the figure of Feng Wuji.

In this regard, Wang Chen also has some speculation.

On the eighth floor, there are twelve puppets, which is naturally a very terrible test. Even the puppet masters of other major forces in Wuzhou are racking their brains to crack it, but there is no way for the time being.

When Fu Ming finished sorting out the holy material, he saw the scratches on the stone platform again, but his pupils tightened and his body shook. Then he began to observe carefully.

There are not many scratches, just a few strokes. To outsiders, it's like writing and graffiti. It has no value.

Only in Fu Ming's eyes, the scratches originally obtained from the first time began to be gradually enriched and combined with the scratches on the second layer, the third layer and so on.

Soon, a new combination puppet was formed and appeared in Fu Ming's mind.

"What a strange puppet. This puppet is not used for fighting. According to the style and arrangement of this rune, the function is..."

Fu Ming was secretly surprised and could not help but have a guess in his heart, because the above runes had seen a very small part in the previous process of making puppets, and their role was.

"If so, it won't help the next two levels."

Fu Ming is a little disappointed. Although the puppet's role is against the sky, it doesn't play a great role on himself. Especially if he wants to pass the following two levels, the puppet has no role.

"In that case, beat them in your own way!"

Fu Ming made up his mind, then used all the remaining materials from the first seven levels, plus the materials from the eighth level, and began to refine puppets.

The puppet refining was the most complicated, and it took Fu Ming a month.

However, Wang Chen and the mouse were not in a hurry, because neither of them could refine puppets, nor could they help, let alone worry about getting through.

It's better to pass this level. It doesn't matter if you can't pass it.

Only Fu Ming is completely crazy. He works hard to make puppets for a certain goal. After three months of production, Fu Ming's puppets have been made.

Ten puppets stood still in front of Fu Ming. The puppets were painted with numerous runes. Fu Ming didn't even have time to hide the runes. It was too time-consuming.

"This level should pass, but what should I do next?"

Fu Ming felt a little melancholy at the bottom of his heart and began to break through.

Facts have proved that Fu Ming is indeed a genius. Although the eighth level is not a level of difficulty compared with the first seven levels, Fu Ming formed an array with the advantage of two more puppets, gradually nibbled away in a clever way, and left none of the twelve puppets left by the puppet Taoist.

"Boss, your younger martial brother is so powerful. I'm afraid we can't really pass the last level."

Wang Chen nodded, and then entered the Ninth level with Fu Ming. According to Fu Ming's information, the Ninth level is the last level.

It is normal that the Ninth level is the last level.

……

On the other side, the monks in Xuanyan Pavilion and Xuanwu Pavilion stared at a gray haired monk with an ugly face.

"Taoist Kui, you said that you were my guest Qing of taixuanzong. From the foundation building period, you received the favor of taixuanzong. There are all kinds of elixir and spiritual materials. The puppet technique is known as the first in Tianyuan mainland. How can you even fail to pass the eighth pass?"

"Hum, I'm too Xuanzong. I can't raise waste. If this thing is ruined in your hands, it will be blamed by the big people above. Then you will know the consequences."

….

The three great supernatural friars did their utmost to scold. At first, the friars with gray hair were still guilty. After waiting for a moment, their faces became worse and worse, and they couldn't help scolding:

"That's enough. Shut up. I don't know how good I am at puppet skills. You say that if I don't get that thing, I'll be punished, but you're not much better."

The three great supernatural friars changed their faces, but they didn't say anything.

In the distance, the friars of Xuanyan Pavilion and Xuanwu Pavilion stood on one side fearlessly and did not dare to speak, so as to avoid the fight between immortals and mortals.

Finally, after more than 20 days, the gray haired friar finally defeated the puppet with his own refined puppet, and the party entered the last level.

In addition, the rest of the forces in Wuzhou looked bitter before the eighth pass. Because no one can pass this level and can't defeat the puppets left by others.

"It's too difficult. The test of the puppet Taoist priest is too difficult. This eighth level is almost impossible to pass. I've studied puppet skills for 2000 years. I'm also ranked top in Wuzhou. I think less than five people in Wuzhou can beat me, and the others are not different from me. It's impossible for anyone to pass this level."

"Difficult, difficult, difficult, unless there are a large number of ancient puppet classics for reference, or it is a peerless genius in puppet for millions of years, otherwise this level can't pass at all."

"Who can pass such a difficult test left by the puppet Taoist priest?"

"Even if the puppet demon king has extraordinary skills and talent, I'm afraid he can't pass because of his age!"

Friars of other forces in Wuzhou guessed correctly. Although Fu Mingzi has extraordinary talent in puppet art, he is too young and has not rich experience. In a thousand years, he can't master so much puppet knowledge, which is at most equivalent to their puppet strength.

However, Fu Mingsheng is smart.

Leave the spiritual material in advance, then accumulate the first seven levels, accumulate a little, and finally successfully pass the eighth level. These people have no way but to complain about the East and the West here.

The white haired friar of the taixuan gate studied puppet skills since childhood, and had the strength to pass the eighth pass only with countless ancient puppet classics collected by the taixuan gate.

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