Chapter 120: The Black Robe and the Puppet

This lofty mountain outside the mountain gate of the Wind Sword Sect is a mysterious existence in the Cloud Illusion Country. Since the Cloud Illusory Country and the Wind Sword Sect settled down, this mountain forest has existed, and at that time, strange beasts were rampant in the Eastern Continent, if it weren't for the Wind Sword Sect's accumulated hundreds of years of governance, the demon beasts in this mountain would be the common people of the Cholera Cloud Illusory Country.

And the strange herbs contained in the thousands of mountains are also innumerable, almost every demon beast territory has one or two, and there are even some peculiar ones that can directly enrich the spiritual energy, without mixing with other elixirs for alchemy.

One of them, called hyacinth, follows the rotation of the sun and the moon and keeps swinging in a pose. The core of the flower contains the 'aura of water' conceived by the rain of the sky, and the whole ball of aura is turned into the flower seeds in the core, and as long as you breathe it, you can be full of aura.

Lei Chen's breakthrough was imminent that day, and he trapped a giant eagle on the mountain peak. There was a piece of hyacinth growing near the giant eagle's nest, and Lei Chen swallowed it into his stomach one by one, and sat quietly in the giant eagle's nest for three days in a row, and finally broke through.

"Chance, fluke, fluke. Lei Chen explained.

Several people sighed a little in their hearts, compared to the realm of Lei Chen's rapid advancement, a few of them were really not enough. Even Meng Ran, who made the fastest progress, was a little in vain, he didn't expect that he would still not be able to catch up with Lei Chen with so many resources.

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At the edge of a lake in the mountains, Ruan Lingling fell lightly, followed by two elderly elders, a man and a woman. At this time, there were already more than thirty masked disciples sitting quietly by the lake to heal their wounds. Seven or eight of them were seriously injured, and two of them were seriously injured, and nine out of ten of them stopped in this life.

"Master, you're finally here!" Someone saw Ruan Lingling coming, dozens of disciples all stood up and saluted, and several people couldn't help but start to cry.

"Third Elder, how many people have you lost..."Even Ruan Lingling, who was skilled in her appearance, her face was wrinkled together at this time, and her folds were full of anger, this price was too great, how many inner disciples would there be in a wandering Caicicada Sect.

The third elder was an old man, dressed in a cyan brocade robe, and sighed at the moment: "Sect Master, thirty-two disciples have died, and eleven are bedridden, I am afraid that there is no possibility of progress in this life." ”

"Black robe!

Ruan Lingling roared angrily, and there seemed to be a flute-like tone in her voice. On a big tree not far away, a black shadow fell to the ground, and he covered his whole body and came to Ruan Lingling of Caicicada Gate with a black robe.

Ruan Lingling was furious: "You once said that the disciples of the Hidden Sect will fight with us. Now the disciples of the Qianzong haven't been able to see it, most of the disciples of the inner sect of my Caicia Sect have been broken, and who will spread the sound of the magic flute of my sect in the future!"

The black robe sneered: "Ruan Lingling, if you want to take the status of the Wind Sword Sect as the five sects in the Cloud Illusion Country, the price will naturally be paid." I'm afraid that the Caicicada Sect has not been weakened to this extent, and dozens of disciples of the Qianzong have died on the way, not to mention. ”

The black robe threw out a black box, and the three elders stretched out their hands to grab it, opened the box with their breath, and rows of black pills lay quietly in the box.

"Three-grade elixir, black jade continuation pill?"

As the third elder, he was also a little moved, this continuation pill could heal injuries, and it was extremely difficult to refine. Don't look at the elixir grade of only three grades, but it is also an excellent nourishing elixir, and only soul cultivation realm characters who are proficient in alchemy can refine it.

"Some healing pills can make up for it?" Ruan Lingling raised her eyebrows lightly, and said unwillingly.

"Hehe, how about these?"

Smack!

The black robe slapped lightly, and eight black shadows rushed out of the jungle along with his applause. The eight rays of light and shadow were a little dull, until the black cloak on their bodies fell to the ground, revealing eight metal bodies that shimmered with silver light.

"Moving mountain puppets?!"

The second elder of Caicicada Sect, an old woman, couldn't help but be moved.

This puppet was made by a famous master, and now there are fewer and fewer masters who are proficient in the way of puppetry. Many of the methods of making puppets have gradually been lost, and there was once a kind of puppet in the territory of the Cloud Illusion Country with a strong body, comparable to the body of a monk with a third-level soul cultivation.

In addition to the powerful puppet body, the domineering attack power has also been criticized by some monks who value themselves. The puppet only obeys the orders of the master under control, and for a time in the Cloud Fantasy Country, this kind of puppet was sent to become a killer and killed many monks. This is the mountain-moving puppet, which has the power to carry nine giant monster cows.

The black robe's voice was triumphant: "This mountain-moving puppet is definitely a must-have product for killing people and overselling goods." I'll give eight to Caicicada Sect, this deal is a good deal, right? Not to mention your dozens of little disciples of the Ning Yuan realm, even if you add these by the lake, it's enough. ”

As soon as these words came out, several inner disciples who were close to Ruan Lingling were furious. The black-robed man didn't take himself seriously at all, and the rigid puppet in front of him was even more important than the name of the inner disciple.

Ruan Lingling was silent.

It wasn't until half a moment later that she nodded slowly: "Black robe, I have suffered a lot of casualties in the Caicicada Gate." Let's take the lead with someone else, otherwise it will be in vain to give me eight more mountain-moving puppets. The Wind Sword Sect is not a vegetarian!"

The black-robed voice said with a grin: "Don't worry, you will rest here next." A group of blood demons have been sent in, so let's see what happens!"

This time, Ruan Lingling also gasped.

"Blood Demon, you are crazy! this mountain range will be eaten by them!" Ruan Lingling knew how terrifying the Blood Demon was.

"Hehe, don't worry. It's just a bunch of low-level blood demons, just a bunch of walking dead trash fish without the restraint of the lord. But it's enough to mess things up, hehe. ”

In the southern part of the continent thousands of years ago, the Holy Demon Dynasty was definitely a clan that looked down on the continent. The master of the dynasty is called the Demon Lord, and all the people under his rule practice demon attacks, and almost everyone is bloodthirsty.

Until the moment when the demon lord went mad, he was a hero who was about to sanctify his body. When his demonic blood was sprinkled all over the river, a hellish demonic blood devoured the dynasty, and this holy demon dynasty became a sea of blood, and those who could not be reincarnated turned into blood demons.

The Blood Demon has lost his spiritual sense, and the only words in his head are killing and blood. All alien creatures will be devoured by them, and as long as there is blood, they will grow. There was once a great chaos, and tens of millions of blood demons were born.

And the remaining blood demons are definitely the ones that everyone can get and be punished, and countless sects will send disciples to the blood sea conference every five years, in order to kill the endless blood demons in the blood sea. And the sect that worships or uses the blood demon is called an evil sect!

After the black robe walked away, Ruan Lingling, the master of the Caicicada Gate, practiced on the mountain peak alone. The black-robed figure lingered in her mind, as well as the demagogic words again and again.

Blood Demon, could it be that the Colorful Cicada Sect has also been mixed into the evil sect?

She thought...