Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

"Elder Yan!" Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan avoided Yan Yuanhan's sword energy, and the boulder exploded behind them, filling the air with smoke.

The reflection of the Moon Soul Mirror was hazy like a ghost in the blown ice and dust.

Shen Zhexue concentrated her spiritual power in her eyes, and the dense silk threads in front of her eyes were intertwined and staggered, firmly locking the joints of Yan Yuanhan's whole body.

Those were the silk threads coming out of his body, Shen Zhexue even saw silver threads growing out of Yan Yuanhan's neck and heart, not to mention the long threads coming out of his arms, waist, abdomen, legs and feet.

Complicated and overlapping, entangled with each other, forming countless manipulation points, Yan Yuanhan can be completely controlled by applause.

If it is a simple living puppet technique, you only need to cut off the silk thread to undo the spell, but if the silk thread grows from a vital point, the person's life and death will only be in the operator's thought.

If the forcible cutting of the threads angered the controller, these threads would dismantle Elder Yan into eight pieces in an instant, and dismantle him into a pile of scattered flesh and blood.

The sword energy was like a knife, cutting off a section of Shen Zhexue's white hair.

Shi Yuan's horizontal sword stood in front of Shen Zhexue, his wrist was frozen purple by Yan Yuanhan's spiritual power.

He looked up at the top of the stone wall along the silk thread, and said, "It's Lingsi, and the manipulator is in Dizi Jiangxi."

Such dense silk threads must not be planted in a short period of time, so who is able to plant puppet art on the elder Taiqingzong without him being aware of it.

Shen Zhexue couldn't imagine it, and I'm afraid Yan Yuanhan himself couldn't recall when he was recruited.

But luckily among the misfortunes, there is no thread growing on Elder Yan's head, which proves that his own consciousness still exists and he has not been completely bewitched.

If even the brain is covered with puppet silk, it is truly irreparable.

Both Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan are carrying evil currents, and now there is an ancient magic mirror and an ancient seal here, which is severely restricted. ready to move.

Although Shi Yuan's condition is better than his, but he is of the blood of the demon race. After several parrys, his eyes are as red as blood.

What's more, even if the two are in their prime, they will never be Yan Yuanhan's opponents.

The sword shadows filled with blood, and Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan continued to be wounded.

But Shen Zhexue soon noticed that Yan Yuanhan seemed to be holding back.

It would not be too difficult for an elder who came from the evil current catastrophe thousands of years ago to kill them, but now the three of them have gone back and forth a hundred times.

However, as long as Elder Yan is still standing in front of the Moon Soul Mirror, they can no longer get close to the artifact.

At this moment, Yan Yuanhan's sword formula had come to perfection, Shen Zhexue opened the spiritual screen, Shi Yuan's talisman flew out from his sleeve, and stuck to the top of the wall, and the wall was immediately covered with a thick layer of black ice, hoping to Weaken the silk thread's control over severe cold.

With a full blow of the elder Taiqingzong's sword, Shen Zhexue Lingping only blocked it for a moment, and a large area was already chapped.

Shen Zhexue turned her hands and gathered her spiritual power in her palms, filled with chill, and spread out a huge sword array behind Yan Yuanhan.

The monk who manipulated Yan Yuanhan didn't care about the puppet's death, after all, the puppet was more obedient when dead than alive.

Shen Zhexue gritted her teeth and cut off Yan Yuanhan's hamstrings with an ice blade, but Elder Yan is a hard bone after all, even if his feet are already crippled, he will not be soft, he forced the ice to freeze on his feet, and still maintained the round shape A sword that melted.

Shi Yuan's wind screen was in front of Shen Zhexue's ice wall, and he also used his shoulders to block it, Shen Zhexue shouted: "Back off!" Shi Yuan seemed to turn a deaf ear, a pair of bone wings broke behind his back, and the magic breath in his hand rolled, Planning to meet Yan Yuanhan's sword intent.

Suddenly a black shadow charged obliquely, bumping into Yan Yuanhan who was about to strike with all his might!

A miracle happened.

Shen Zhexue and Shi Yuan were stunned at the same time, seeing that Yan Yuanhan was knocked sideways, the huge ice sword formed in the midair suddenly dissipated, and the falling snow fell on them.

Half of Zhou Ling's body was frozen stiff, was swept away by Lingbo, and hit the stone wall.

"It's spiritual energy." Seeing this, Shen Zhexue understood, and he said to Shi Yuan, "The controller has no medium that can be used as an 'eye', and can only perceive spiritual energy to find us."

And on Tuesday, there was no aura left in his body, so Yan Yuanhan couldn't notice him at all when he rushed over like that.

The medium must be followed by spiritual power, so it seems that the caster has been doing blindly, just trying to trap them.

Shen Zhexue had reason to suspect that the operator was not human at all, but a living puppet responsible for monitoring.

Shi Yuan and Shen Zhexue tried to suppress the aura from their bodies, and they saw Yan Yuanhan standing there holding the sword in a daze for a moment, and then began to sweep aimlessly with the sword aura.

The rocks splashed, Shi Yuan held Shen Zhexue under the bone wings, Yan Yuanhan seemed to have a weak perception of the devil energy, and he could barely judge their location.

This is not the way to go.

Stepping back to the vicinity of the Moon Soul Mirror, the aura in the mirror became more and more intense, but Yan Yuanhan didn't know how to hit this big head.

Shen Zhexue activated the Jingxu Sky Eye Technique and raised her hand to dial a spiritual thread that was close at hand, and she really felt the same aura as the Moon Soul Mirror.

They could not destroy the Moon Soul Mirror even if they restrained their aura, the other party's actions seemed to have been premeditated for a long time.

He was hit by a falling rock on the shoulder on Tuesday, and he would have yelled normally, but at this moment he kept silent, staring at Yan Yuanhan, and said between his lips and teeth: "Master..."

Yan Yuanhan paused.

With a flash of inspiration, Shen Zhexue said to Shi Yuan, "Use the heart magic formation."

The heart demon array can directly dive into the depths of the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, maybe they can wake up Yan Yuanhan, only when Yan Yuanhan wakes up and seals the spiritual power by himself, and then uses the hands of others to force out the puppet thread, the situation can be solved.

Shen Zhexue learned Yuan Qi's knowledge of formations in the Taolin Secret Realm, which can be said to be standing on the shoulders of her predecessors.

He can manipulate the flow rate of time in the heart demon formation, which can minimize the time they stay, break through the limitation of the time flow rate ratio, and is more precise than other heart demon formations.

Casting the heart demon array will inevitably involve everyone present, but if their souls leave, there will be no threat to Yuepo Jingfeng.

What's more, the caster didn't seem to have the intention of killing them, but just wanted to prevent them from destroying the formation.

After all, when it came to the point where the fish were dead and the net was broken, the cultivator's alchemy explosion was also very powerful. If they died together, the world here would inevitably shake, and it would be more likely to cause unnecessary troubles.

"I'll protect the formation." Shi Yuan understood, and forcibly separated a wisp of divine soul, which fell to the ground and turned into a round, jet-black monster cub. With a slap of its tail, it turned its head and "meowed" at Shen Zhexue.

For some reason, after hearing the phrase "I'll protect the formation", Shen Zhexue was stabbed in the heart like a knife, and the pain even overwhelmed the severe pain in his head.

But after Shi Yuan's incarnation called out to him, the pain disappeared without a trace.

Shen Zhexue raised her hands and slapped Yan Yuanhan with a wave of inner demons.

The phantom array was overwhelming, and Shen Zhexue and others had arrived at Elder Yan's heart demon array in a blink of an eye.

The breeze is blowing, the blue waves are rippling, and a row of willow trees are planted against the lake. Inside each willow leaf is a grass and tree spirit. In the lake, there are sharks with fish tails swimming slowly, floating up from time to time to tease those who fell in the water. Willow leaves, move the grass spirit's small leaf boat back and forth.

The sky is purple and bright, cranes are flying high, and there are old masters playing chess and drinking tea in the clouds.

This fairy-like wonderland is exactly the upper cultivation world that has already collapsed in the evil currents and chaos.

Xie Zhuchun vaguely sensed something was wrong.

He sat on the roof of the Yuanyou Building and looked at the entire Dizijiangxi, feeling the spiritual current in the wind, and the folding fan in his hand stopped.

The masked puppet in purple floated past, Xie Zhuchun rang the wooden bell, and saw a puppet swinging towards him, landed silently on the top, and saluted respectfully.

Xie Zhuchun said unintentionally: "Let me tell your manager that I want to leave the sect to play for a while, and ask him to bring a pass token."

The emperor's descendant needs token permission to enter and exit. It's not that Xie Zhuchun has never been here before, and he is familiar with their process.

The glamorous puppet smiled and said: "Yes, please allow me to report." It turned into a cloud of purple smoke and dissipated in an instant.

Xie Zhuchun waited for a stick of incense on the roof, his brows gradually frowned.

The transmission had never been so long in the past, and he summoned the attendant again, and the attendant answered the same words according to the scriptures, but he still never returned.

At this moment, Qin Guzhen jumped up to the top of the building, and said to Xie Zhuchun: "The disciples of the sect tried it yesterday, today I went to the exit of the sect, the puppets there have lost their ability to speak and cannot understand human speech."

After all, the emperor Jiangxi is the sect where Qin Guzhen grew up, and she is also very sensitive to the abnormalities in this place.

Xie Zhuchun stood up and snapped the fan away.

The emperor descended to trap them intentionally.

The bedroom of the head of the mountain and clouds was warm and mellow, and the sweet fragrance was lingering around the gauze-like bed curtain, and the silver hook of the phoenix neck was crooked beside the pillow, entangled with a strand of black hair.

Sang Qi picked up a strand and played with it carefully, put his fingers on the swollen and red eyelids of the person next to the pillow, pressed hard, and the sleeping person painfully opened his eyes.

San Qi's eyes reflected a damaged face.

A red mark stretched from the corner of the forehead to the bridge of the nose, the mark was deep, and if one looked closely, one could still see the crack-like fine lines winding out of the mark.

The man whimpered and buried his face in the pillow.

Sect head Sang felt that it was boring, and said: "The shape change technique is so ineffective, and the bed is also unattractive, but fortunately, I didn't put on such a coquettish face with that face."

The other party trembled, and the crying seemed to be cut off so that he could no longer hear it.

Sang Qi just wanted to have a quiet time, but saw a figure turning out from behind the screen, it was Leng Sanqiu, the patriarch of the Taiqing sect.

Leng Sanqiuqing was wearing a crow blue robe, which was incompatible with this warm and intoxicating bedroom.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on the messy luxury chair, and he said indifferently: "A big event is about to happen, Sect Leader Sang is obsessed with beauty, it is too slack."

The two are the leaders of the same faction, and Leng Sanqiu's words are not polite, Sang Qi smiled indifferently, pinched the neck of the man deep in the bed and dragged him out, parted his black hair and exposed his wet face to Leng Sanqiu. Sanqiu sneered: "Sect Master Leng, firstly, this is not a beauty, and secondly, since a big event is about to happen, it is natural to celebrate in advance."

Leng Sanqiu frowned disapprovingly, Sang Qi fingered the trembling eyelids of the man in his arms, and said: "Besides, without him, Sect Master Leng would not be able to take down Yan Yuanhan, right? Although my sword is not comparable to senior brother's Gu Chun, But the metamorphosis is already very impressive, the sword spirit spirit body is wrapped in puppet silk, and he asked Yan Yuanhan for help through a banquet, and Elder Yan was full of slaves to expose Hanshan's incident at that time, so he didn't know that the target was him."

Sang Qi smiled all over his face, "It's a good show, Sect Master Leng."

Wuqing said that he was indifferent, but it didn't mean that Leng Sanqiu was a fool who could be ridiculed by others. He looked at the ugly slave's face and said calmly: "It's not like that anymore. A sword is no better than a sword, and a man is no match. What Rujing said back then was good."

Sang Qi's face darkened, but after a while, he changed into that lazy look again, "Okay, I'm not on the right track, I'm not on the right track, isn't Sect Master Leng also cooperating with me? Are you waiting for the good news, Zi Jiangxi?"

"You want to take him with you?" Leng Sanqiu said: "This person is full of the will of heaven and gods, if in the end the heavens use him to send down the punishment of heaven..." At the end, he didn't know what to think of, shook his head, and looked at him meaningfully Sang Qi, "No, I'm worrying too much, as long as Sect Leader Sang is happy."

Sang Qi squinted his eyes, and said again: "Not to mention Jun Rujing, what is the origin of that elder Shen of your Taiqing sect?"

Lingwei spread out in the hall, Leng Sanqiu said: "Don't you and I know it well?"

Sang Qi changed his unscrupulous posture, and turned cold, "You also know that this is not what I asked, what exactly is he..."

"Master Sang." Leng Sanqiu raised his hand to interrupt him, "After the matter is done, let alone Elder Shen, even if Master Sang wants to fabricate a human being, it may not be difficult. Please focus on the present."

Sang Qi threw aside the ugly slave that Qingfeng I had transformed into, put on his clothes and got up, and said, "You don't need to be reminded by Sect Master Leng, Sang is very clear."