Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

The nest of the bluebird, the young eagle flying.

It is a lightning nest of Feiyu Pavilion.

It can draw the spirit of wind and thunder from the wind and thunder cliff and trap it for Feiyu Pavilion to practice.

It is a self-made secret realm with superb power to connect heaven and earth.

At this time, it is the time of the Feiyu Pavilion competition, and almost all the young disciples have gathered in this bluebird nest.

"The younger generation of Feiyu Pavilion is indeed getting worse with each passing year."

Several Yuanying elders stood on the top of the Bird's Nest to watch this year's Secret Realm Competition.

"Indeed, there is a gap between the old and the new."

"Tianxing Sect, Yanyue Sect, Lingbao Pavilion, all the major sects have disciples entering the Nascent Soul stage"

"Only in my sect, the highest level of cultivation is still at the peak of the Golden Core."

"The main reason is that several good talents died inexplicably in Tianquan Secret Realm last time."

An elder sighed and said:

"Actually, it’s not the disciples’ fault."

"Recently, the senior members of the pavilion seem to have no interest in the disciples, nor do they care about their cultivation."

At this point, someone immediately whispered:

"Did you find out too? Even the reward for this competition is just a random magic weapon."

When the other elders were about to join in on this topic, a lot of thunder and screams suddenly appeared below.

Everyone was startled and looked down.

Then his pupils shrank and he shouted loudly:

"Elders below, quickly close the spirit-attracting formation!"

The original secret realm competition was a battle between disciples and thunder spirits and wind spirits, and whoever refined more wind and thunder spirits would be ranked accordingly.

The Wind and Thunder Cliff set up a spirit-attracting formation to attract wandering wind and thunder spirits, which flowed into the Blue Bird's Nest through an extremely long pipe and entered from various places.

The spirit-attracting formation can adjust its size, thereby adjusting the number of wind and thunder spirits.

But at this moment, although the spirit-attracting formation had shrunk to a very small size, it suddenly rushed out with endless wind and thunder spirits.

It was as if someone had forcibly filled this pipe and then kicked it in.

Almost in an instant, the entire Blue Bird's Nest became a thunder spirit's nest.

The densely packed wind and thunder spirits, when encountering living creatures, would be entangled with a large number of electric arcs, explode, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The poor young eagles had not yet taken off, and all became roasted eagles.

"Thief, how dare you!"

Several elders, their faces flushed.

They rushed directly to the Wind and Thunder Cliff, while the remaining few escaped into the Blue Bird's Nest to save people.

Outside the Wind and Thunder Cliff.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators who were originally guarding the Soul Induction Array here were in the puppet factory and on the human body fruit tree.

Chen Huan scattered tens of thousands of Nascent Soul puppets.

The wind's Dao rhyme formed a big net, running around the periphery of the Wind and Thunder Cliff like fishing, and one wind and thunder spirit after another was caught in the net.

Until the big net became a large ball compressed to the extreme, full of wind and thunder spirits, and then he forcibly stuffed it into the Soul Induction Array that was originally used for random fishing.

"Why are they all here to deliver food?"

Sensing several Nascent Soul cultivators flying over from afar, Chen Huan couldn't help but frown.

A human body fruit fell, and Chen Huan turned into a white-haired old man.

The water rhyme turned into a hazy mist, enveloping his whole body.

From a distance, several flying knives and magic weapons slashed at him.

"Who are you? How dare you disturb our competition?"

Chen Huan waved his hand, and several water arrows knocked down all the flying knives.

He said in a sinister and mocking voice:

"I was just thinking about how many thunder spirits this spirit array can hold at one time."

"So I tried it out."

The Feiyu Pavilion elder was very angry, and then he laughed:

"Do you know what sect we belong to?"

"The only one with bird feathers on his shoulders is from Feiyu Pavilion. What? What can I do for you?"

Chen Huan spread his hands indifferently in the mist.

"I have no instructions, I just want to tell you that there is no way to heaven."

A sound of justice came from behind Chen Huan.

The sound of splitting the air tore Chen Huan's eardrums.

The water rhyme quickly formed a vortex on his back.

A claw landed directly on Chen Huan's back, boom! A loud noise was heard.

Chen Huan was directly embedded in the ground like a cannonball.

In an instant, he flew out from the ground again, retreated several steps to stand firm, shook his body.

He looked up and smiled:

"Do the Divine Transformation monks also play sneak attacks?"

Then a monk in a white robe with colorful feathers on his shoulders stood in the air with his hands behind his back.

"A Nascent Soul cultivator actually comprehended the Dao of Water. It seems that he is also a person of great fortune."

At this time, several Nascent Soul cultivators who came over saluted to the white-robed man and said:

"Met Elder Zhou"

"This person gathered the wind and thunder spirits and brought them into the Blue Bird's Nest. Our sect may be completely extinct."

The face of the Nascent Soul was full of resentment.

On the contrary, Elder Zhou had no other expression when he heard it.

He raised his hand and countless feathers floated in the air. He pointed his wrist forward.

The feathers turned into feather arrows and shot towards him.

Chen Huan also connected with the water blade.

The fight was quite fierce, and even the Nascent Soul cultivators below were extremely shocked.

"Is this guy really a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"He was able to fight on par with Elder Zhou."

"After all, he is still a Nascent Soul, and he will still be defeated."

In the middle of the field, Elder Zhou turned his feather blade into a spear and pierced Chen Huan's chest with unmatched speed.

"The weak should have the awareness of the weak and not try to provoke the strong."

Elder Zhou said to Chen Huan with a cold face.

Chen Huan looked at the spear piercing his chest with disbelief.

The wind was tearing his body apart quickly.

But then the water curtain suddenly rose and directly wrapped the two of them.

"You are pretending to be your mother."

With the help of the stronger wind rhyme than his, two big bags were thrown at him like a phantom.

Elder Zhou was stunned and a little dazed, and then his pupils trembled violently.

Countless gravel instantly wrapped him into a big dumpling with only his head exposed.

"You are not a Yuanying!..."

But before he could finish his words, Chen Huan immediately said impatiently:

"Quick, blow yourself up!"

"you!"

"Snapped!"

"I am Feiyuge"

""Pah!"

Every time Elder Zhou opened his mouth, Chen Huan slapped him, and each slap carried the rhythm of the Way of Death.

As expected, under the confusion of the rhythm of the Way of Death.

Negative, depressed, desperate, humiliated.

Gradually, the will to die was born.

The Yuanshen began to emit light, and the light was like a compressed scorching sun.

The shocking explosion resounded through the world.

The last bright light of the Yuanshen went straight to the sky.

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

Chen Huan stood in the center of the explosion with a golden body.

When the power of the explosion dissipated,���Chen Huan turned into a stream of light and flew out of the mushroom cloud.

In the distance, the intense light pierced and the powerful air wave directly blew several people away.

When they got up from the ground, they all looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Is this the self-destruction of the soul?"

"It's Elder Zhou!"

Almost instantly, everyone frantically took out their sect tokens and raised a distress signal.

Several sound transmission talismans shot out.

In Feiyu Pavilion, all the gods looked up at the sky, frowning.

"The soul self-destructs?"

"Who?"

After a while, a young disciple came running over and asked nervously:

"Elder Zhou, the soul tablet is broken."

At the same time, several sound transmission talismans also flew over.

"The Nascent Soul cultivator was a thief who slaughtered the disciples in the competition and comprehended the Dao of water. When Elder Zhou was sure to win, his soul exploded."

This talisman was short, but it almost explained everything that needed to be explained.

"Yuanying comprehends the Dao of Water"

"Now the Pavilion Master and all the Changyu are in the Crane Immortal Secret Realm"

"Who is going? This person must have some luck."

Three incarnation monks with colorful feathers on their shoulders walked out.

"There is no point in escaping from Feiyu Pavilion."

The breeze blew and the three disappeared in an instant.

On the other side, Chen Huan seemed to have pushed the escape light to the extreme. He rushed to the corner area in a panic.