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

Shi Changsheng's appearance seemed to instantly determine the situation in Yiye Valley. Even Guo Yuntian, who had been indifferent before, changed his expression slightly and slowly retreated behind the crowd.

His movements were very light, but Shi Changsheng's eyes still noticed and looked over.

""Greetings, Master Shi."

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Guo Yuntian had no choice but to greet Shi Changsheng with a fist.

Shi Changsheng glanced at him, and then glanced at the cultivators around him.

Seeing Shi Changsheng coming, the faces of the inner domain cultivators suddenly became excited, and the previous deadlock seemed to be broken in an instant, and they all showed joy.

In an instant, several people looked proudly at the six sect cultivators around them, raised their heads and clasped their fists and said:

"Sect Master Shi, the Tianliang Demon Cultivator tricked us and almost killed us all."

"Such evil deeds deserve to be punished by heaven and earth."

"Fortunately, Sect Master Shi has arrived at this time. Please ask Sect Master Shi to uphold justice for my inner domain cultivators and spread the name of my righteous path."

"Yes, to trick so many monks like us into coming here at such a high price is clearly a plan to cut off the source of the trouble."

"If we all die here, the inner realm will certainly be in turmoil, with a lack of successors, and there will be nothing left to resist the Demon Sect in the future."

"Obviously, this is the prelude to the Six Sects' invasion of our inner domain. They are simply ambitious and wicked!"

With the beginning, everyone started talking at once, some with indignation on their faces, some with righteousness.

Shi Changsheng listened to what everyone said, smiled, and then turned his head to look at the [Warm Fire] trapped in the barrier. He saw that the Warm Fire boy frowned and covered his nose with his arms tighter.

Then he suddenly raised his leg and stepped on the ground. The whole ground rolled and pushed sideways like a wave. This kick was too fast, and the monks standing on the ground were thrown out before they could react.

His kick turned the surface of the entire valley over, and a huge seven-star magic array was engraved on the ground of the entire valley.

""Starry Soul-Grabbing Formation."

The monks lying on the ground found that they were not injured and were all confused.

But then they looked at the formation patterns that appeared and were all frightened, because there were starlights on the formation patterns, and the starlights were like ants covering their bodies.

"Is the old beggar's stick not working again? He has to take out so many spiritual roots."

Shi Changsheng looked at Guo Yuntian.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and punched Guo Yuntian through the air. Before his fist was extended, the entire space seemed to be twisted and sunken.

Guo Yuntian only felt a terrifying gravity falling towards him like the power of heaven. His pupils almost shrank into needles. This gap was impossible to resist.

"Sect Master!!"

Almost at the same time as he roared, a square talisman emerged from his chest, with twisted runes flashing on it, and tadpoles quickly jumped out of the talisman and wrapped around his body. The eyes of the monks who surrounded him bulged out, and their heads were directly stuffed into their chests. Then the chests sank, and their limbs were instantly blown into paste, and the whole body instantly turned into a meat pie pressed tightly against the ground.

Fisting out, seventy mountains appeared behind Shi Changsheng, and the earthy yellow light on the fist was like the sun, illuminating the darkness of the entire valley, and all the rocks turned into pure gold at this moment. The empty space in Yiye Valley The sound was like twisted water ripples. At this moment, all the monks in the valley had died suddenly, and the fist had not yet landed.

The next moment, a loud bang came from the Yiye Valley, and the air waves rushed up along the mountain wall. The wind and clouds rolled back, and two pillars of light, one earthy yellow and one pitch black, split the sky and mist in two.

The loud noise spread throughout the desert almost instantly, and the black and yellow light pillars soared into the clouds.

All the monks who were rushing to the Yiye Valley stopped.

The puppets controlled by Qi Sui and San Qian stopped instantly, and Chen Huan also looked into the distance solemnly. Although they were underground, the puppets scattered in all directions could sense the terrifying aftermath of the battle in the distance.

"This mission may be a bit risky."San Qian frowned and said

"A battle between sect masters is not something we can participate in."

The scorpion puppet twisted its body and asked:

"Seven-year-old Palace Master, should we go back and report to the Sect Master now?"

The puppet in front of him flicked its scorpion tail and chuckled in an ethereal voice:

"The sect master must be busy with important matters at this time. He just came out and returned empty-handed. If we go back like this, you and I will be paper slaves for at least ten years."

"What do you think of what the Palace Master said?"

The scorpion puppet's tail swayed slowly in the sand, and finally looked at Heijian and Chang Wei behind him and said:

"Are there any damages on your puppets?"

Chen Huan manipulated the two to look at each other in the puppets, and both of them clasped their fists and responded:

"Palace Master, there is no loss, the number is still 100."

After hearing the two's reply, the seven-year-old puppet moved forward again:

"Pay attention to follow me closely and avoid the strange place ahead."

As they walked forward, he replied to San Qian:

"The mission of the sect leader is to collect spiritual ore. At this time, the treasure tide is surging. There are so many puppets of the sand realm. It is not only shale that can be used to mine."

"Do you mean to mine in the tide? In that case, the puppet's sand state of mind can't resist for long, and it can't take much spiritual ore. I'm afraid it will still be difficult to complete the task."

Seven years old laughed and said:"Palace Master Sanqian, doing it and not doing it are two different things."

"Each person is given fifty puppets. Once the loss of puppets reaches this number, no matter how many are taken, they must be returned immediately to report to the Palace Master."

San Qian only thought for a moment and immediately understood Qi Sui's intention.

The puppet given to you by the sect master is the capital. If you return your money intact, then you are a useless person.

Spend it, no matter whether it is useful or not, you have done something practical, then it is useful.

Heijian and Chang Wei controlled by Chen Huan looked up at the ground at this time. A huge house appeared on the ground. This was the weirdness left by Hongye's [Mingqian Xinyi].

They were connected in a ring, and the center was the salt lake.

It was obviously the work of Thirteen Yao, but I don't know how he made Hongye obey his orders to set up such a strange domain wall to isolate all cultivators from entering.

As a subordinate of Thirteen Yao, Seven Years Old naturally has a way to open the way.

Seven Years Old spread his palm, and a green paper crane flew out of the puppet.

Chen Huan looked closely, but found that the paper crane had no spirituality, and even the material was extremely ordinary. It was the door couplet paper, the green door couplet paper, the kind of green that the deceased posted during the third year of the New Year.

The paper crane flew in front of the few people, They plunged headfirst into the Great Wall of the Ghost Domain. White mist appeared in the underground sand. The white mist was like evil spirits from the abyss, like the ropes of the impermanence ghost, trying to pull all those who stepped into it into hell.

Silence, depression, terror, illusion, sometimes appearing as if real, sometimes disappearing in a phantom. This was the perception feedback from the divine consciousness observing the terrifying house above the head.

But at this time, the originally plain green paper crane was covered with a layer of yellow fire. The light penetrated the soil and reflected the four people. All the white mist dissipated at this time.

About a quarter of an hour later , the flames of the paper crane faded, and it flew back into the seven-year-old puppet.

Even the seven-year-old breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could sigh at the strange horror, his expression suddenly changed.

Lightning raised his hand, and the paper umbrella opened, wrapping all four people like a flower bud.

The sound of metal and iron was like rain falling on a jade plate. The flower bud-like umbrella was shrunk by the impact, and at the same time, the fast and dense attack made the entire umbrella retreat rapidly, but it was trying to blast them back into the ghost domain wall.