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

Chen Huan and his party have been slowly moving away from the nest of fire sand ants. They have encountered some monsters along the way, but they were all encountered after the three-cent Feng Shui explored the way and avoided them. The highest cultivation level was only the fifth-level middle-stage demon king of the spirit transformation.

After three days of searching, Chen Huan narrowed his eyes slightly. In his perception, the originally yellowish sand in front of him changed color and covered with scarlet, as if countless deserts had experienced a bloody battle with thousands of bones dried up.

Puppet Black Scythe and Liang Wen looked at each other, and their speed slowly decreased, gradually falling behind the team.

Gradually, everyone also sensed the abnormality in the desert, and their speed slowly slowed down. Jiu Yue in front looked back and said sternly:

"Go forward at full speed."

Everyone's face was different. Some of them wanted to speak, but stopped after a little thought. With their cultivation, they could sense the strangeness of the desert, not to mention Jiuyue, who had the strongest cultivation. Then they all accelerated and followed Jiuyue. They were escaping quickly underground, but even Chen Huan couldn't help but feel a little numb when approaching this bloody place.

There was no bloody desert in front of them, but densely packed, endless blood leeches as big as insect eggs. These blood-colored leeches had soft bodies and were wriggling in groups. From a distance, it seemed as if the desert was dyed red.

Jiuyue slowly stopped, his body shook, and a full moon opened from his body, slowly expanding the surrounding sand into a cave, until it covered everyone in the Demon Mansion. Then he stepped forward and bowed to the endless group of blood leeches in front of him, saying:

""I have met Master Murong."

As soon as the words fell, the leeches in front of him began to wriggle violently, and finally turned into a huge bloody human face. Chen Huan had seen this face before, and it was the Master of the Blood Ghost Sect, Murong Jing.

"Come in."A lazy voice came out of the mouth of the human face.

The human face opened its mouth, and a dark straight passage emerged.

Chen Huan followed Jiu Yue and stepped into the bloody mouth.

This is a corridor composed of countless leeches. It feels soft when you step on it, and you can see the leeches rolling around the edge of your shoes.

The passage twists and turns, as if you have entered the nest of fire sand ants again. After walking for about an incense stick, the space suddenly becomes clear, and the darkness suddenly becomes bright. The huge circular cave is like a tall church. The open ground is covered with inscriptions. A shriveled crocodile-like monster corpse is like a hill, lying quietly in the middle.

On the back of the corpse, a rocking chair is slowly rocking on it.

Looking up at the top of my head, the water on the top of the cave is rippling. It was a lake, but the water in the lake was divided into two layers, one blue-green on top, and one scarlet on the bottom, like a mixture of two immiscible liquids of different densities.

The sunlight outside the desert shone on the lake, filtering through the blue and red water into a mysterious purple color that rippled in the cave.

He looked at the shriveled monster again. Although it was shriveled, he could tell at a glance that the monster had just died not long ago, and that its cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritual Transformation.

Any strange area in the desert is guarded by a monster king. This crocodile monster must be the overlord of this lake, but it is a little unlucky.

Thirteen golden paper figures were constantly placing materials and outlining some inscriptions in the cave.

When they saw those paper figures, everyone saluted and said:

"Meet the Sect Master!"

A paper figure stopped and slowly floated in front of everyone.

"There are still seven days until the spring tide"

"It's very simple. From here to the sand waterfall, dig a passage a hundred miles wide."

After saying that, he floated into the air again and headed back to the inscription formations.

"If someone kills you, if you can't beat them, go find Murong Jing."

Everyone looked at Murong Jing, who was sleeping soundly on the recliner, and clasped their fists slightly.

San Qian walked out first, and the compass in his hand flashed. The needle on it kept spinning, and he led everyone around.

Chen Huan was secretly looking at the inscriptions on the wall of the cave.

"Gathering Spirits, Converging Meridians, Purifying Blood, Devouring Life, Devouring Souls........"

Relying on the understanding of the inscription array in"Tiangong Zhikui Volume", he recognized the inscriptions one by one.

"It is indeed so."Chen Huan thought secretly

"Thirteen Yao really knew some of the secrets of the Tooth Spirit Fish, but these formations were still far from perfect. They were invisible and soulless, and dead things were trying to hold on."

"It is far from enough to become an emperor."

He walked and thought, and the"Heavenly Craftsmanship Scroll" quickly flipped through his mind.

Then his eyes lit up, looking at the huge hole, and then at the Thirteen Yaos painted with dense inscriptions.

"How can I say this scene seems familiar?"

"It is similar to how I refine my own puppet, but Thirteen Yao's formation is too complicated."

Looking at the inscription, a gleam of light gradually flashed in his eyes as he thought about it.

"It works!"

Just then, the crowd in front suddenly stopped, and Chen Huan quickly came back to his senses. At this time, everyone had stopped in front of a cave wall, and the compass of Sanqian had stopped, pointing to the south.

"Let's start from here." San Qian said.

Jiu Yue glanced at everyone, looked at Hei Jian and a middle-aged man and said:

"Heijian, Chang Wei, you two will explore the way south from now on to make sure nothing goes wrong."

Chen Huan controlled Heijian to take a step forward, clasped his fists towards Jiuyue and said:

"Yes, sir."

Then he and Chang Wei went into the cave wall and disappeared.

"Everyone, please make way."

The others also responded, took out the scorpion puppet, activated the spirit stone, and the Dao rhythm of sand filled the air.

The sand on the cave wall was like being pushed aside by big hands, and more than ten gods began to dig holes, just like using a cannon to hit a mosquito, at a very fast speed, and a deep tunnel of a hundred miles began to form.

Chen Huan and Chang Wei moved forward quickly underground. He frowned slightly. He could only say that Heijian's strength was indeed good, otherwise he would not have been asked to be the scout.

However, at this time, the distance between him and Liang Wen was rapidly increasing. Once it exceeded the scope of the cause and effect entanglement of the original body, Liang Wen and Heijian would become ordinary puppets that could not be controlled.

He turned his head to look at Chang Wei, and smiled.

"Elder Chang, you are very skilled in controlling puppets."

Chang Wei was sitting cross-legged at this time.���Inside the scorpion puppet, the divine sense explored the front area, and when it heard the voice transmission of Black Scythe, it was a little surprised, and then it sensed the back.

It actually felt that Black Scythe had been pulled far away, so it also transmitted its divine sense:

"Elder Black Scythe, this time in the Wind Desert and Loulan, there are many strange monsters, so we should speed up the exploration, complete the mission and report back."

Chen Huan still fell behind slowly and replied:

"After I entered the six gates, I was afraid that the monks who sneaked in from Loulan at this time were like crucian carp crossing the river. No one dared to guarantee whether there would be lucky people who came here."

"If we patrol like this, I'm afraid we will only take care of the front and not the back."

After Chang Wei heard this, the scorpion puppet began to slow down and stopped, saying:

"In your opinion, how should we patrol?"

Chen Huan controlled the puppet and said:

"I have a method that can strengthen the puppet a hundred times. Elder, are you willing to try it?"

""A hundred times? How?" Chang Wei asked subconsciously.

Then he heard a voice coming from the scorpion in front of him:

""The demon is coming!"

Almost at the moment when Chen Huan's voice appeared, Chang Wei's scorpion puppet was shining with golden light.

In an instant, Chang Wei, who was sitting cross-legged in the puppet, suddenly saw a blur in front of his eyes. The originally dark underground scene changed drastically. He appeared in a strange world, with five strange heads hanging in the air. The Five-Colored Divine Mountain stood in the center of the earth. Huge cities were located in this world, and countless puppets were busy operating in it. At first glance, it looked like the capital of an empire, prosperous and powerful.

Before he could recover from the shock, a big pottery hand pressed on his head.