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The dagger held in his right hand moved upwards a little, the blood puppet cut its wrist, blood gushed out, and the fallen puppet was resurrected again.

Only this time, the blood lines controlling them were a little redder.

Facing the puppet that stood up again, Lin Hao rushed in again.

Lin Hao's moves were no longer as sharp as before.

The injuries from the previous battle have not yet recovered. Now facing the endless number of puppets, Lin Hao can already feel his spiritual energy being rapidly depleted.

But in the eyes of the Blood Puppet, this is not enough!

The dagger cut his wrist again, and more blood gushed out.

A puppet in the fusion stage and three puppets in the refining realm appeared behind the blood puppet, connected by blood lines. The blood lines connecting these four puppets were thicker than those of other puppets.

The blood puppet's already dry hands gradually dried up, and its face turned paler.

Facing the four puppets rushing towards him, Lin Hao finally felt the strain.

Lin Jinxing, who was always paying attention to Lin Hao, rushed over as soon as he noticed the situation and helped Lin Hao disperse two of the Void Refinement Realm puppets.

As time passed, the spiritual energy in Lin Hao's body was almost exhausted, and Lin Jinxing's physical strength was gradually depleted.

The blood puppet's situation was even worse. Its two arms had been cut with countless wounds.

His face was extremely pale and no color could be seen on his lips.

His heart was beating very fast and the cold sweat on his body soaked his black robe.

The blood puppet's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the scene of Mingyuan helping him in the past reappeared before his eyes.

Everyone thought that he was the person sent by the Council of Elders to monitor Mingyuan, but in fact he was the one who asked to come here on his own initiative.

At that time, he had lost everything and was at his lowest point, but he met Ming Yuan, who was at his most ambitious.

The confident and proud Ming Yuan gradually became the same as he was before his death.

The blood line broke, and all the puppets fell to the ground instantly, and the blood puppets fell with them.

Xiaotian in the sea of ​​consciousness saw this scene, shook his head and couldn't help sighing. Looking up at the sky, Xiaotian's mood became even worse.

"It's all that guy's fault!"

Even though he knew the culprit behind all this, Xiaotian could not do anything now. Out of sight, out of mind. Xiaotian turned his back and stopped watching all this.

The balance of victory has gradually tilted towards the world of cultivation, but especially at times like this we cannot relax.

The fighting situation in the front is gradually becoming easier, but the rear is becoming increasingly busy.

Because there were more and more wounded, alchemists and medical practitioners like Qing Ruxu and Shang Lu had hardly had any rest since the start of the war. When their spiritual energy was exhausted, they sat down to meditate and take a rest.

Hua Yuemiao also treated all the injured normally, but occasionally when she was free, she would look up at the sky, and the direction she was looking in was exactly the direction where Nangong Yejin was!

At this time, a new injured patient was brought to Hua Yuemiao, and the hand that was originally about to treat him paused slightly.

She raised her head and looked in the direction of Nangong Yejin with lifeless eyes, as if waiting for some answer.

After only a few breaths, Hua Yuemiao came back to his senses and was about to treat the person in front of him.

The hand that was about to move stopped again, and there seemed to be a flash of struggle in Hua Yuemiao's eyes.

The disciple lying on the bed waiting for treatment noticed something was wrong and looked at Hua Yuemiao vigilantly.

A trace of imperceptible demonic energy had gathered in his hands, and it seemed that as long as there was anything wrong with Hua Yuemiao, he would make her shut up immediately.

Just when the disciple on the bed was about to fall unable to sit still, Hua Yuemiao had already suppressed the struggle.

The emotion in her eyes disappeared and she smiled gently.

"Your injury is just a minor skin wound. It does not require treatment."

Hua Yuemiao bent down slightly and whispered in the disciple's ear, saying in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "There is a life-and-death battle ahead, so it's not a good idea to escape like this. But I know you must be too tired, so I will allow you to rest here for one night before going back."

Hua Yuemiao's words completely dispelled the doubts of the disciple on the bed. The demonic energy in his hand gradually dissipated, and he said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Sister Yue. I promise I will never do it again."

Hua Yuemiao caught a glimpse of the demonic energy dissipating from the other party's fingertips, but she still kept a smile on her face, as if she hadn't noticed anything, and said, "You still have a small wound on your body. I'll take care of it for you."

The disciple cautiously refused Hua Yuemiao's help. The reason was very simple. He already knew he was wrong, so he wanted to leave the medicine for those who needed it more.

Hua Yuemiao didn't say anything, but when she turned around, the medicine powder in her hand spilled all over the other person. Hua Yuemiao hurriedly stepped forward and patted the powder off the disciple's body.

"I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy."

Although the disciple was unhappy, he did not show it. He did not want to cause trouble at this time, so he just said magnanimously that he was fine.

Hua Yuemiao pretended to know nothing and did not raise her head, and continued: "After you move in, just rest and don't run around, especially don't go to the east."

After listening to Hua Yuemiao's words, the disciple seemed to be thinking about something.

However, he did not continue asking and just waited to go and take a look at night. Although his mission this time was to assassinate Ling Wen, he had one night, so it would be okay to go there first. What if there was an unexpected surprise?

After the disciple left, Hua Yuemiao looked at his back and sighed softly, "This group of demons is really worrying. They actually came out with such a simple trick. If it weren't for me, I guess they would have been discovered by those high-level monks sooner or later."

At night, the demon cultivator disguised as a disciple quietly came to the east. Although it was night, people coming and going were just like during the day.

The demon cultivator just wanted to take a look around, but he didn't expect to find any unexpected surprises.

But as I walked along, I didn't find anything wrong. Instead, the further I went in, the fewer people there were.

Until he could no longer see his disciple, the demon cultivator couldn't help but feel puzzled. Had he been tricked?

Just as he was about to retreat, he saw traces of a formation not far away.

Soon, the demon cultivator determined that this road was the purpose of his coming here this time!

The demon cultivator approached and saw that there was indeed an isolation formation. He knew without a second's guess that it was set up because the people were worried that the noise from outsiders would disturb the people inside.

Just as the demon cultivator was about to break the barrier, a stern voice came from behind him: "Which disciple are you from? Don't you know that you can't enter here?"

Qing Ruxu had a rare bit of free time today and wanted to relax for a while. His brain had been a little tired from refining pills during this period, and he didn't expect to see this scene.

Qing Ruxu didn't think much about it. Those who were able to stay overnight must have been checked and found to be fine. Qing Ruxu just thought that his disciples didn't understand.

She slowly approached, wanting to take her disciple away from here.