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He had actually advanced.

Chen Yao was extremely shocked as he felt the twelve Divine Weapons lying on the ground. This was because their cultivation had already risen from the early stage of the Martial King realm to the peak of the Martial King realm.

It must be because of the primal chaos energy that the twelve Deities had advanced.

When the twelve Martial Gods were at the early stage of the Emperor Martial Realm, they could fight against an expert at the early stage of the Emperor Martial Realm. Then, now that the twelve Martial Gods had advanced to the peak of the Emperor Martial Realm, would they be able to fight against an expert at the peak of the Emperor Martial Realm?

In other words, as long as he could refine these twelve types of God, then he would be able to use them for his own purposes. In other words, as long as he could refine these twelve types of God, then he would be able to use them for his own purposes.

For example, an expert like Chu Yidao from the Everlasting Demon Sect who had tried to assassinate him. He definitely had the strength to fight. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would not be able to do anything to him.

When he thought of the fact that his cultivation base was insufficient and his equipment lacking, Chen Yao was overjoyed.

Therefore, he hurriedly began refining the Twelve Deity Tier Consolidating Equipment.

The forging method of a living god was different from the traditional puppet refining method of the Divine Lands.

For example, in Xiangxi, there was a gate that was frozen. One could use runes to control the dead, and there was a mysterious Witch clan in the southern territory that could control the dead by inserting Gu worms into humans or demon beasts.

The downside of both was that they were not very agile.

On the other hand, Fusang's puppet technique allowed him to directly control his opponent by relying on his spiritual force whenever he wanted. Sometimes, when his opponent was unprepared or his opponent's spiritual sense was weaker than his own, he would be able to catch his opponent off guard and turn them into his own type of god for his own use.

However, this divine technique also had a weakness: the opponent's mental energy could not be stronger than his own. Otherwise, he would be controlled by the opponent.

What was most related to Mental Energy was the state of mind in the martial path. And Chen Yao had just broken through his inner demon state, thus, he could be considered unrivalled in this world due to his formidable mental strength.

Thus, this divine art seemed to be tailored specifically for Chen Yao.

Twelve streams of spiritual power entered into the twelve gods' bodies one after another, merging into the sea of consciousness of the twelve gods, unceasingly developing the memories that Chen Yao had created for them in their minds.

They were instilled with the consciousness that they were their masters and that they had to work hard for themselves.

It was very difficult to refine even a single type of God. And for Chen Yao to refine twelve types of God, it was even more arduous. Fortunately, Chen Yao's martial state had already reached the Dao Seeking level.

Moreover, if the twelve style gods were to refine at the same time, at that time, in addition to preserving their most powerful techniques, the twelve style gods would also have a greater understanding of each other's spiritual sense, which was also why Chen Yao had taken the risk to refine the twelve style gods at the same time.

Time slowly passed. Chen Yao, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, felt as if he had just climbed out of a river; his entire body was drenched.

Even though he had already reached the Dao Seeking level in the area of martial dao and mental state, refining twelve Deities at the same time placed a great pressure on Chen Yao.

Chen Yao's refining speed was not considered fast, or perhaps it could be said that he was deliberately slowing down his speed because he was currently using his spiritual energy to weave some memories within the sea of consciousness of the Twelve Elements of Divine Sense.

The more realistic and perfect the creation of this memory was, the more the twelve Deities would obey him.

Since the twelve types of Deities could be used by him, they could also fall into the hands of others in the future. However, as long as he could create a perfect memory for himself, the twelve types of Deities would not betray him.

Thus, Chen Yao appeared to be extremely cautious, ensuring that he would not make the slightest mistake.

Finally, when the sky darkened, the twelve Deities followed Chen Yao and stood up from the ground.

"Master."

After standing up, those twelve Deities immediately kneeled before Chen Yao in succession.

"Not bad."

Seeing this scene, Chen Yao wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Today, his efforts had not been in vain. These 12 forms of Divine Body could be said to have been refined perfectly.

They were not only puppets, but they also had their own thoughts. They were no different from ordinary people. However, they were loyal and devoted to Chen Yao.

"Remember, I was the one who gave you your lives, so you must work hard for me."

"Yes."

The twelve Deities simultaneously kneeled before Chen Yao's feet.

Twelve peak-level Martial King experts, and they were also Fu Sang Ninjas who specialized in assassination. The peak-level king Stage Demonic Beast, Little Silver, the purple Thunder Dragon Soul, and himself, the God of Death.

Tonight, he would make the blood of the island flow like rivers. None of the pirates on the island could even dream of living.

The twelve Deities were kept by Chen Yao. With a flash, Chen Yao's figure disappeared from the room …

Leaving the Cloud-Piercing Ship, Chen Yao utilized his Dark Escape Technique and blended into the endless night like a formless ghost, heading towards the island.

Near the South Sea, 10,000 feet in the skies, a small flying ship was lurking in the clouds. Moreover, there were even some powerhouses that had wrapped up this flying ship with their divine sense.

"Old Mu, Chen Yao's aura disappeared from the Cloud-Piercing Ship. Could he have been killed by that ninja from the Country of Fusang? It's all my fault. Back then, when I sensed that the ninja from the Fusang Country was trying to assassinate Chen Yao, I killed him. What should I do now? "

An expert at the peak of the Emperor Martial Realm respectfully said to an old man with a white beard who wore luxurious clothing.

After the white moustached old man heard the old man's words, he slightly frowned.

"If Chen Yao was really so easily killed by a ninja from the Fusang Country, how could he possibly be worthy of cooperating with our Tang Clan? "The reason I didn't interfere with the matter of the Rising Dragon Island was to see if this Chen Yao had the strength of the clan head or Ma Yi. I wanted to see if he was worth the Tang clan sending out so many experts to help him."

He then spread out his divine sense, instantly enveloping an area of ten thousand kilometers.

A Saint realm expert.

Yes, this was a Sacred Martial Realm expert.

A moment later, the white moustached old man's brows relaxed, "Hehe, as expected of the Sword Demon Chen Yao. Although he is only at the seventh level of the King's Realm, his methods really make me look at him in a new light."

"He actually learned the art of concealment from the ninja of the Fusang Country. Furthermore, he was beyond imagination and is even more powerful than the Fusang Ninja. If I didn't deliberately target him with my divine sense, I really wouldn't have been able to find any traces of him."

"Fusang Country's method of hiding? "No wonder I couldn't find any trace of him."

The expert at the peak of the Royal Martial Realm let out a long sigh of relief.

However, his face suddenly turned stiff.

"How is this possible? Even if that expert from the Fusang Country was caught by Chen Yao and was forced to reveal the art of concealment, how could there be such a powerful technique in just a day?"

Hearing this, everyone present had a strange expression on their faces.

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