The hand was lightly placed on the monk's arm, and a cold breath poured directly into her body.

Fortunately, Zhang Bo's physical strength is still good, and he resisted this cold breath.

"Such a powerful cold power, just a light touch has the power of the tenth order of quenching the body!"

Zhang Bo was surprised, and then he suddenly realized that this icy cold power should be generated by the 10,000-year-old Xuanbing.

Then this nun was lying in an ice coffin all year round, so the power of the cold was naturally transmitted into it.

Running the starry sky again, Zhang Bo is already ready for the arrival of the backlash.

But the expected pain did not appear, and only a few lines of handwriting came to mind:

The Holy Maiden of the Extreme Cold Sect has been confirmed dead.

"Forehead ......"

Zhang Bo scratched his head, why are there so few?

Zhang Bo searched the knowledge in his head, and although he didn't find the answer, he also determined that this Extreme Cold Sect must be a second-rate sect.

Because in this realm, only second-rate and above forces are worthy of being called sects, for example, the Wuji Sect of Zixu Zhenren is a second-rate force.

A third-rate force like the Tianyue faction can only be regarded as a faction at best.

Without thinking too much, Zhang Bo looked at the sky, and it would be dawn in a few hours.

The children of the Long family who patrolled after dawn would definitely notice his unusual movements here, and his escape plan would be in vain.

Looks like I'm going to pick things up!

Zhang Bo pinched the magic seal in his hand, and the little true qi that was left and Zhang Bo's soul power cooperated with each other to form a substantial rune chain between Zhang Bo and the female monk.

Brush!

The runes on the chains were stimulated by the True Qi, and they suddenly shone brightly.

Manipulating the chains, Zhang Bo put the chains against the friar's eyebrows.

In an instant, Zhang Bo's soul power entered the sea of consciousness that the female monk had long dried up.

Zhang Bo forcibly used the divine consciousness of the Zhuan Dan Realm to condense the projection, and appeared in the sea of consciousness with a swish.

Under normal circumstances, only the strong people above the Infant Transformation Realm can condense the projection of their Divine Consciousness, but because Zhang Bo's peak Divine Consciousness Realm is in the Infant Transformation Realm, although he is now seriously injured and has retreated to the Zhuan Dan Realm, he is already recovering rapidly.

Just from Zhang Bo's awakening to the present, he has recovered to the middle stage of Zhuandan, and he is about to reach the late stage.

"Is this the sea of knowledge of the powerhouse of the Infant Realm?"

Looking around, there is a layer of transparent halo around it, and this halo is wider than that.

Although Zhang Bo's strength can see the end, it is not comparable to ordinary monks.

Glancing at his feet, the halo below had shown a tendency to dry up, but at an extremely slow pace.

Zhang Bo understood that this should be the effect of the Xuanbing coffin, and even the sea of knowledge of the fallen monk could be preserved.

I saw Zhang Bo's hands sealed, exuding a majestic divine soul power, condensing into a huge rune on the top of his head.

As Zhang Bo's power output increased, the rune became thicker and heavier, and even the aura it emitted began to become a little evil.

Brush!

Finally, the huge rune was completely formed, containing a large amount of demonic power.

Buzz! Buzz!

Under Zhang Bo's control, the runes began to slowly merge with the sea of knowledge, and the remaining souls in the sea of knowledge were also active.

Finally, Fu Culture made countless tiny black particles and completely fused with Zhihai.

At the same time, Zhang Bo also gained control of the puppet.

Outside, the nun in the ice coffin slowly opened her eyes, and just as she was about to sit up, she found that her frozen body was still stiff and unable to move.

Zhang Bo had no choice but to squeeze out the last bit of spiritual power in his body, turn it into a small flame and light it into the meridians of the female monk, and the flame quickly burned in his body.

It didn't take long for the puppet to sit up.

The puppet was briefly warmed up, and then a punch slammed into the air, and the air seemed to be squeezed, making a buzzing sound.

"This!"

Zhang Bo was overjoyed, this punch in his hand has the power to gather the peak of qi, and he should be able to fight with the powerhouse of Zhuan Dan Realm with all his strength.

"Wow-haha! I think I'm going to go against the sky!"

You must know that the Zhuan Dan Realm can also be regarded as a hegemon in the wilderness, and Zhang Bo himself has the strength of the Zhuan Dan Realm, plus a puppet close to the Zhuan Dan Realm, he already has the power of self-protection before.

"The next thing is how to escape...... Zhang Bo lowered his head and pondered, he was now so weak that he couldn't even cast some small spells.

He can control the puppet to cast spells, but the cost is too great, after all, the puppet is a puppet after all, and it still needs to use the power of the soul and spiritual power to drive.

"Let's keep a low profile and go out! Anyway, at night, they probably are all sleeping!"

Commanding the puppet to carefully destroy the iron fence, Zhang Bo helped the puppet's arm to climb up from the ground.

He was just about to walk out along the destroyed iron fence when he suddenly slapped his head and walked back.

Zhang Bo took out the corpses of several robbers and refined them into puppets, most of these robbers were ordinary people, so the difficulty and time of Zhang Bo's refining were greatly reduced.

A quarter of an hour later, more than thirty puppets exuding the momentum of the Quenching Body Realm stood in front of Zhang Bo in rows.

Zhang Bo smiled slightly, although these puppets are all first- to second-order monks who quench their bodies, they can also be used as cannon fodder at critical moments.

It is estimated that even the masters of the Qi Gathering Realm will be held back for a while without precautions.

Putting the puppet that had just been refined into the ring, Zhang Bo helped the female cultivator puppet and walked out.

......

The entire mansion of the Long family was lit by torches, and a group of patrolling children were idly patrolling.

"Tsk, this Long family is not very good!"

Zhang Bo walked around the Long family, and none of the patrolling children found him.

"The Eighth Elder has fallen!"

A child ran over in a panic, and at a glance saw Zhang Bo who was walking hard.

"Who ......?"

He shouted.

Touch!

Zhang Bo controlled the puppet and knocked him unconscious with a punch, and seeing that many of the Long family's disciples heard the sound, they trotted a few steps and hid in the shadows on the side of the road.

"What's going on!"

Soon, a majestic old man walked over, and the surrounding children suddenly fell silent.

"Great Elder, just now my thirty-second cousin and I found the body of the Eighth Elder on the side of the road!"

An older kid, panting through the crowd, ran in.

"What are you talking about?" The old man's eyes widened suddenly, there were actually people in Tianyue City who dared to kill my Long family's disciples!

......

Zhang Bo didn't listen anymore, because more and more children gathered over, and it seemed that some people noticed him.

The puppet leaned down, picked up Zhang Bo directly, and jumped slightly, and a white shadow flashed over the wall.

The boy who noticed him only frowned, and didn't think much more.

Just landed, there should be a courtyard around, Zhang Bo didn't have time to think about it, suddenly the courtyard door opened, and the old man and a middle-aged man walked in just now.

Rustling!

Zhang Bo was in a hurry, and the puppet was tried to enter a nearby house.

I got under the bed.

Crunch!

The door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man walked in first, sitting directly on the bed.

And the old man who came in later also sat on the chair next to the bed.

"Great Elder, what the hell is going on? Didn't the Eighth Elder go out on a mission? Why did he fall for no reason?"

The middle-aged man frowned and asked curiously.

The old man did not speak, but looked around carefully.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes, "Is there still someone hiding under the bed? What are you afraid of? You are really getting more and more cowardly." ”

Zhang Bo: Actually, there is really a person.

"Family Master, Eighth Elder, he should have gone to the Divine Wind Forbidden Land. The old man replied.

Zhang Bo lay under the bed and was secretly shocked, this middle-aged man was the head of the Long family who was bidding with him and the elders of the Jia family at the auction hall at that time!