Yunxiao gave the twelve puppets a look. With a flash of light, a large cauldron flew out of his body.
He struck the cauldron with a palm print, and countless white rays of light shot out, engulfing the twelve puppets in an instant.
Yunxiao quickly performed incantation gestures with both hands, and all kinds of patterns on the cauldron became full of spirit Qi, as if they were alive, while the ancient Maha character kept flashing.
Soon after, hundreds of materials were spread out in the sky. Under the control of his spiritual sense, they flew into the cauldron one by one and began to refine.
A few days later, Yunxiao put away the cauldron, and the twelve puppets were all refined. At first glance, they looked brand new.
His dark skin reflected a five-colored light under the light.
Furthermore, not a single bit of origin power fluctuation could be felt from each of the puppets, as all of them were contained within.
