Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

Xiao Yan and the others attacked together in an instant with great tacit understanding. Almost at the same time, all of the terrifying attacks fell on the head of the Half-Saint Puppet.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the half-saint puppet's body trembled in vain.

Immediately, the dry head, which had been cracked by Xiao Yan, exploded with a bang.

Then, very quickly, the headless corpse of the Semi-Saint Puppet began to weather visibly, and finally turned into countless powders that drifted away with the wind.

Call ~

Seeing this, everyone let out a long sigh.

As the golden light surged, Xiao Yan's body quickly shrank and returned to its original size.

With a quick glance, he found that except for him, Gu Xun'er and Xian'er, the rest of the people had some injuries, some minor and some serious.

Even someone as strong as Gu Qingyang suffered internal injuries from a palm strike during his previous fight with the Semi-Saint Puppet, but fortunately the injury was not serious.

“Everyone, take this time to recover.” Xiao Yan took out the pills with a flip of his hand, flicked his fingers, and the pills flew out one by one, finally floating in front of everyone.

Immediately, he also took a pill, sat down cross-legged, and began to recover.

As for the guardian, Xiao Yan didn't have to worry about that, because Wei Yang was standing by and watching. He was the most relaxed person in the whole place.

At that moment, everyone swallowed the pills, then quickly sat cross-legged, seizing the time to enter the state of cultivation.

In a place like this, which is full of dangers, you must keep the fighting spirit in your body full at all times to feel safe.

"Brother Yang, do we need to help them?" After recovering a little, Xian'er felt that she was almost ready, so she stood up and walked to Wei Yang, standing side by side with him. She looked at the three battle circles with her beautiful eyes and asked softly.

Those three battle circles were not very good.

Even on Soul Jade's side, there was a Soul Clan warrior who was killed by the Half-Saint Puppet whose heart was shattered.

However, their strength is also very good. When they joined forces, they directly suppressed the semi-saint puppet. It seems that victory is only a matter of time.

In other directions, the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan also suffered some casualties, but they were not serious. They also suppressed the semi-saint puppet.

Compared with them, the last battle circle seemed a little more tragic.

The five teams were put together temporarily. Although each of them was strong, there was no tacit understanding between them and they all had their own ideas. It was inevitable that they would be hesitant when fighting. As a result, several Dou Zun had already died at the hands of the Semi-Saint Puppet.

This is where the casualties were heaviest.

"Don't bother with them." Wei Yang shook his head slightly.

They have already dealt with two semi-saint puppets. They have done enough. There is no need to get involved in the rest.

If these people can't even handle this, then they deserve to die.

What's more, we are competitors.

Xian'er nodded.

"Brother Wei."

After Xiao Yan took a short breath to recover, he stood up and walked over.

He glanced at the battle circle in the distance, then turned his gaze to the ancient Bodhi tree. In the tree body hundreds of feet above the ground, circles of light spread out, permeated with an amazing vitality.

"Is this the legendary Bodhicitta?" Xiao Yan walked to the other side of Wei Yang and stopped, sighing.

"This should be it." Wei Yang nodded with a smile.

"This ancient Bodhi tree is even stranger and more dangerous than we imagined."

Xian'er stared at the light closely, frowned and said, "These semi-saint puppets must have been real semi-saints in their lifetime, but even they became puppets in the end. That means that even a semi-saint cannot deal with this ancient Bodhi tree."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan nodded solemnly.

These semi-saint puppets are not the most troublesome ones. Through previous fights, everyone has gained some understanding of these so-called semi-saint puppets.

Although these puppets are called semi-saints, their actual strength is far inferior to that of true semi-saints.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for these Dou Zun to suppress and kill him so easily if they joined forces.

If someone underestimates a true semi-saint because of this, then they are really wrong. After all, if it was Wei Yang, would you guys give it a try? If you don't get wiped out, you are awesome.

The most troublesome thing now is the ancient Bodhi tree itself, because no one knows what kind of strange methods this thing has.

No one wants to be a puppet and be admired by future generations thousands of years later.

However, Xian'er looked at Wei Yang with some concern.

It seems that if you are not a half-saint, you are not even qualified to be a puppet.

boom!

While Xian'er was worried, a dull sound suddenly came from not far away.

Xian'er put away her thoughts and looked over, just in time to see that Hun Yu, with an expressionless punch, had smashed the head of their Hun clan's ancestor into a ball of pale flesh.

After dealing with the puppet, he watched its dried and headless corpse gradually turn into powder and dissipate with the wind.

Hun Yu also let out a long breath, then raised his head and looked towards Wei Yang and the others. A warm smile quickly appeared on his originally expressionless face, and he nodded at them.

Wei Yang couldn't help but frown at this, and a trace of disgust and discomfort emerged in his heart.

Xiao Yan sneered in his heart. Is this guy performing Sichuan Opera face-changing?

"Hypocrisy." Xian'er also uttered two words lightly and looked away.

Then, the Soul Clan and others quickly sat cross-legged to practice, take pills, and recover.

About ten minutes after Hun Yu and the others, the battle circle of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan finally gradually determined the winner.

After killing three powerful members of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan, the semi-saint puppet was finally able to gain an opportunity and was jointly blasted in the head by them.

"Damn it!" Jiufeng's face was gloomy, and he kicked the headless body of the puppet away.

Watching it quickly disintegrate and weather in mid-air, Jiu Feng felt so heartbroken that he almost bled.

In order to deal with this ghost thing, they had to sacrifice three powerful elders. This price was really not small.

After taking several deep breaths, Jiu Feng suppressed the anger in his heart and calmed down again.

With a wave of his hand, he took the lead and sat cross-legged on the ground. He swallowed a pill into his mouth and recovered quickly.

The four semi-saint puppets were eliminated one after another, and now only the last battlefield is left.

But no one wanted to help, and everyone chose to watch coldly.

Obviously, no one has the habit of wasting energy to help competitors.

Even everyone was thinking that it would be best if they all died in the fight.

This way, there will be a large number of fewer competitors.

"Ah~"

As everyone watched coldly, a Dou Zun warrior was torn into two halves by the Half-Saint Puppet with his bare hands.

Blood poured down and dripped from the body of the semi-saint puppet, looking quite bloody and terrifying.

At the same time, there were nearly thirty strong men left, who were also bloodthirsty and did not care about the death of their teammates at all, and attacked one after another.

Almost at the same time, the powerful gust of wind hit the head of the semi-saint puppet hard.

boom!

Faced with the joint attack from so many people, the half-saint puppet's body trembled and its head exploded.

The aftermath of the explosion also caused the blood and qi of a dozen strong men who were standing nearby to churn, and they couldn't help but spit out blood.

The last Fighting Saint puppet also turned into powder and dissipated.

Five semi-saint puppets, all destroyed!

The battle was finally over, and everyone stood there in silence for a while.

In order to deal with this semi-saint puppet, the losses on their side were truly bloody and heavy.

A total of nine Dou Zuns were lost.

Nine Dou Zuns, this number of losses is truly terrifying.