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

The blood-colored sand around Shi Changsheng was spinning faster and faster. The entire land was rolling, and finally it became a huge vortex of blood tornado.

A terrifying suction force directly enveloped the space around Shi Changsheng. The entire space was pulled together, slowly flying back to the tail end of the vortex tornado.

Turning back and looking up, a hundred-foot-long blood-colored giant stood, with a scarlet cloak rushing like a waterfall. The blood-colored giant opened his palms and grasped, which was the source of the suction force, the tail end of the terrifying blood tornado.

The giant carried a big knife on his shoulder and twisted his waist. When Shi Changsheng and others were sucked into the attack range, he suddenly slashed down diagonally.

The scarlet blood knife mark slashed towards Shi Changsheng with surging wind pressure.

Shi Changsheng quickly made a gesture, and sixty-five mountains rose up together.

""Boom!"

A scarlet tsunami rose in the desert, and the mountains shook.

Shi Changsheng saw that it was Murong Jing who came, and his brows relaxed slightly. He said softly to Qi Xiuyue:

"The old ghost's blood sea cannot spread in the decaying disaster wind. I can stop it, but I can't guarantee when Thirteen Yao and the old beggar will come."

Qi Xiuyue obviously came prepared. As expected of an old monster who has cultivated for more than 100,000 years, not only has she retaken a new body, but even her degenerated Nascent Soul is rapidly evolving into a Primordial Spirit.

She sat cross-legged on a hibiscus pedestal, the crescent moon between her eyebrows kept flashing, as if she was racing against time to transform the Nascent Soul into a Primordial Spirit, and her consciousness transmitted the message:

"Wu Qing is coming, just defend yourself, no one can break your Zhu Ling Tai Xu in a short time."

When Shi Changsheng heard that Shenwu Pavilion was coming, he was more calm. He was not afraid of others, but Shisanyao was a little restrained. If Shisanyao was given enough time, his Zhu Ling Tai Xu would not be able to defend.

The two were still communicating, but suddenly heard a voice in their ears:

"Borrow a body for use."

Qi Xiuyue and Shi Changsheng's faces changed instantly, and the hibiscus flowers on the hibiscus pedestal instantly gathered together, turning into a flower bud that wrapped her tightly, and Shi Changsheng was suddenly petrified at this moment, turning into a jade sculpture.

Li Huaijun, who was on guard at the side, flashed a trace of fear, and a black paper man suddenly stuck to his neck.

At the moment when the paper man was attached to his body, Li Huaijun's face was distorted, and he let out a painful roar, and his soul seemed to be bitten and devoured at this moment.

At this moment, the long sword that executed Shadow, leaving only rusty debris, shattered with a bang, and a surging sword energy passed through Li Huaijun's head, cutting off most of Li Huaijun's soul without reason, and soared into the sky with Li Huaijun's incomplete soul and a purple gold gourd.

"Li Huaijun" standing on the ground looked at the sword light in the distance and hesitated:

""You can protect pigs, are you good at civil and military affairs?"

Then a white sword suddenly appeared on the shoulder of Murong Jing's bloody giant. The next moment, the white sword disappeared and the black sword appeared."Li Huaijun" stood on Murong Jing's shoulder. When it landed on his shoulder, his face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the salt lake, but he said with a smile on his face:

"There are guests at home"

"What?"

The bloody giant looked puzzled.

"It's okay, there's no harm."

Then the blood-colored giant turned his head and looked at the Thirteen Yao who had turned into Li Huaijun on his shoulder and said in a buzzing voice:

"Under this rotten disaster wind, the larger my bloodthirsty sea of demons spreads, the faster they die. It's not easy to deal with."

Thirteen Yao said indifferently:

"They are just two cripples. You lock up the desert veins, and don't worry about the others."

Then a substitute sword technique appeared directly on the mountain transformed by Shi Changsheng and Zhu Ling Taixu. Sixty-five peaks connected the city mountain range, like an impregnable Great Wall. Thirteen Yao stood on the top of the mountain, and the decaying disaster wind blew his robes and made a fierce sound.

He didn't care about Shi Changsheng and the other two who were standing in the formation at the foot of the mountain. He touched his eyebrows with his hand, and the space suddenly shook.

""Fierce Heart Monument Burial!"

The space seemed to be stagnant, and ripples appeared on the sky, like rain falling on the lake and spreading out in circles, and there were a lot of such ripples in the sky, as if the lake was moving from light rain to heavy rain.

The ripples spread out, as if opening up a series of dark purple teleportation holes. The next moment, Thirteen Yao pointed downward.

Countless tombstones fell down like heavy rain, and like dense arrows.

The dense sound rumbled continuously.

But it seemed to be very powerful, when this crazy rain of tombstones fell, Shi Changsheng's Zhuling Taixu was not damaged at all, and even the tremor and shaking of the shadow's ordinary attack was not there.

And even so, Shi Changsheng below, his face changed drastically.

Because at this time, the sixty-five peaks of Zhuling Taixu were filled with dense tombstones, like a humpback whale in the deep sea covered with vines The body of the pot.

At the same time, Murong Jing's entire body was like the source of a river, pouring out endless blood crazily. If you look through the ground, you will find that there is a huge blood lake under the desert at this time, and countless branches of blood rivers are spreading rapidly.

Green plants and strange stones rise from the ground to form a mountain, and rootless monuments are piled up to form a tomb!

Zhuling Taixu turned from a mountain into a tomb at this moment.

Shi Changsheng's fingertips crackled, and the Zhuling Taixu that he had refined with countless efforts seemed to have an extra master, who was desperately fighting with him for control.

Then Shisan Yao waved his sleeve with his right hand, and ten crocodile puppets appeared in the air. The next moment, countless paper men flew out of his body, wrapping all the puppets and Li Huaijun together.

The paper men dispersed, and Shisan Yao, dressed in black, appeared in the air.

Shisan Yao quickly pinched the formula with his hands and shouted:

""Sand!!"

As soon as the word was spoken, the whole desert was shaking violently, like a dragon turning over, and all the sand was rolling back.

At this moment, countless waterfalls appeared in the desert, slowly pulling upwards, covering the sky and the sun as far as the eye could see, extremely shocking

""The Dao Rhythm of Sand!"

Shi Changsheng's pupils shrank, but his entire Zhuling Taixu seemed to be forcibly held down, and his dodging and transformation were extremely slow, and he couldn't even move at all.

A large amount of yellow sand continued to rise, and on the way up, the yellow sand was like a plague, spreading in patches, and the yellow sand gradually turned black.

Until all the sand turned into black sand, the black sand was crystal clear, reflecting the cold light, and the hot desert began to be filled with gloom.���

"Bury!!"

With the order, all the black sand instantly combined into a terrifying ghost face, covering it from the sky.

The world instantly became quiet.

Zhuling Taixu was submerged and disappeared, leaving only a huge tomb as black as ink.

Thirteen Yao fell slowly like a piece of paper and stood on this huge tomb.

He looked at the salt lake again, exhaled slightly and said:

"This puppet is not bad."

Then he squatted down, pressed his palms on the huge black sand grave, looked up at the sky, opened his mouth, and a sharp wail spread out of his mouth. The sound was like a woman who was experiencing endless torture and despair.

The moment it spread out, even the blood leeches of Murong Jing underground rolled and twisted in the blood, as if the decibel exceeded the limit of the biological endurance.

The next moment, the Thirteen Yao exploded, and countless paper people flew out and drilled into the black grave.

"The Dark Demon's Body-stealing Technique!"

He actually wanted to directly cultivate the two Great Perfection Spiritualizations.