Facing a Great Demon Venerable, Xiao Fan didn't give him any respite at all.

As soon as the earth demon puppet made a move, Xiao Fan had already approached the blue-shirted scribe.

"Dragon Elephant Heavy Hand!"

In an instant, Xiao Fan turned into a giant several feet high, covered in muscles and flesh, like an iron tower, and suppressed it with one palm.

Suddenly, the wind howled, and an irresistible colossal force smashed down like Mount Tai crushed, and the blue-shirted scribe could barely breathe, and his face was full of fear. I really didn't expect that this junior's alchemy technique would be so strong.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about anything else, without saying a word, he burst through the dantian, shouted violently, raised his arms, and struck at the giant palm that was suppressed at the moment.

He also knew that the inheritance of the Lang Evil Academy was not known for its physical strength, and it was really the stupidest way to fight with the body refiners in close combat, but at this moment, he had no choice.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, and the two forces "boomed" and collided together.

There was no suspense in the results.

Although the blue-shirted scribe was a great demon venerable in the later period, his physical body was strong and cross-traverse compared to Xiao Fan, but it was thousands of miles away.

The dragon elephant heavy hand almost did not hesitate and suppressed it.

"Poof—"

Blood splattered, and in the blink of an eye, the blue-shirted scribe was already flesh and bones.

Xiao Fan couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Although he was very confident in the dragon elephant heavy hand, and knew that the hard-hitting blue-shirted scribe was definitely not his opponent, but after all, the other party was a great demon venerable in the late Yuan Infant period, and he was killed by a palm without the power to fight back, Xiao Fan still felt a little incredulous.

Such a Great Demon Venerable is inevitably too weak.

But the next moment, Xiao Fan knew that he was wrong.

There was a soft sound of "wave", and a few feet away, the blue-shirted scribe appeared, seemingly unharmed. However, his face was pale, his aura was much weaker than before, and he only barely retained the realm of a great cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, and it seemed that he might fall out of the level of the late Yuan Infant at any time.

And where he just stood, there was indeed a fragmented corpse, with a bloody smell that was by no means a fake.

"Blood puppets with the same fate?"

Xiao Fan's eyebrows raised slightly, and he said, his expression abrupt.

The so-called "blood puppet with the same fate" is a unique name in the Seven Nights Realm, and in the Nanzhou Continent, there is also something similar, called "robbery puppet", which is a blood puppet specially refined by its own essence and blood for a long time.

In the secret book of "Tianmiao Rune", it is also recorded that there is an extremely magical talisman, called "Natal Substitute Talisman", which is the same as the True Yuan Talisman, which must be cultivated in one's body for a long time in order to exert the effect of substitution. The longer it is cultivated in the body, the more obvious the effect of the substitution will be.

But no matter who it is, during the same period of time, only one natal substitution talisman can be cultivated, and the second talisman can only be cultivated after this talisman is used. But if it works, that's a few decades away. Moreover, the same person can only cultivate three natal substitution talismans in his lifetime. When the three Substitute Talismans are used up, no matter how skilled your talisman making skills are and how profound your cultivation is, you will definitely not be able to cultivate the fourth one.

Moreover, the natal substitution talisman can only be refined by oneself, and cannot be replaced by others.

In fact, with Xiao Fan and Tianmiao Fairy's attainments in talismans, refining this natal talisman has also experienced dozens of failures, and finally it was very lucky to occasionally succeed in refining.

Now these two talismans have only been cultivated in Xiao Fan and Tianmiao Fairy for more than ten years, and they will be usable, but the effect is naturally not good. Fortunately, Xiao Fan and Tianmiao Fairy have not been forced into such a desperate situation so far, but they can take a good time and continue to cultivate.

Unexpectedly, this blue-shirted scribe would also refine such a magical substitute puppet.

Otherwise, under the attack of Xiao Fan and the earth puppet, it would not be so easy to get out, even if he didn't kill him on the spot, he would inevitably be seriously injured.

"Junior, count yourself ruthless!"

The blue-shirted scribe glared at Xiao Fan viciously, extremely resentful. However, this person is worthy of being the Great Demon Venerable in the later period, and he is very decisive, seeing that he can't calculate but is being calculated, he immediately makes a decision, and he is about to rush to the secret outside.

"Still want to go?"

At that moment, a buzzing voice suddenly sounded behind him.

It's the Earth Puppet.

Naturally, it was not the earth puppet who spoke, but the god operator Ying Lingze.

In the Heavenly Demon City, most of the time, the God Operator can only stay in Xiao Fan's Space Ring, and he is really angry, but now he finally comes out to breathe, and he hasn't fought much, this Lang Evil Academy Great Sect wants to flash people, how can the God Operator do what he wants?

"Who?"

The blue-shirted scribe turned his head sharply.

But I saw the golden light flashing in front of me, and countless brilliant money poured down like raindrops. The breath of money is so powerful that it makes people palpitate.

After all, the opponent was a late-stage great cultivator, and Ying Lingze did not spare the slightest hand and went all out.

This is the Heavenly Demon City, this person is an important person in the Heavenly Demon Dao, if he accidentally lets him go, it will definitely be annoying.

"Psychic Treasure?"

When the blue-shirted scribe was panicked, where did he have time to discern it? After only half a sentence, it was already shrouded in a flood of money.

In the midst of the money, there was the angry roar of the blue-shirted scribe.

Xiao Fan's eyes flashed, and dozens of blue-gold dragon scales flew out around him, forming a three-layer dragon scale sword array around him in an instant. The seventy-two dragon scale short swords that had been rerefined by Huang Tang were not only more and more sharp, but also because of the purity of the material, it was easier to control, and the power of divine thought that needed to be consumed was greatly reduced.

A moment later, only a loud "boom" was heard, and countless brilliant coins were scattered in all directions, and the money array was forcibly broken through a large hole, and the blue-shirted scribe shot out of it. It's just that the great teaching at this moment is drenched in blood all over his body, and there is not a piece of flesh that is cut into a bloody person. And his aura has directly fallen to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant realm, and even the level of a great cultivator can no longer be maintained.

It must be known that he broke through Ying Lingze's life-killing money array, but he was forced to take the risk of blowing up a powerful magic weapon, so he was able to get away with it.

Being able to escape with his life under the onslaught of the imitation of the Xuanxuan Spirit Treasure is already very remarkable to him.

It's just that as soon as he got out, he didn't have time to catch his breath, and with a thunderclap, a thick silver arc slammed down. The terrifying aura coming from the top of his head was not in the slightest under the money, and even exceeded.

The blue-shirted scribe's face was pale, and he didn't care about scolding, and he flew to the side to dodge.

There is no doubt that if you are struck by this arc, you will be absolutely dead and destroyed.

Xiao Fan didn't expect the Thunder Light Pagoda to kill him with a single blow, it just made him even more panicked and unable to make a correct judgment on the surrounding situation. To deal with this kind of veteran who is extremely experienced in fighting, he must be forced into a desperate situation with lightning speed.

If there is a board and a glance, there is an attack and a defense, and this tug-of-war does not know when it will be fought.

Even if he wins in the end, he will win miserably.

Kill 10,000 and lose 3,000 yourself.

The blue-shirted scribe hurriedly avoided the silver thunderbolt, only to feel the cold light shining around him, and the cold hairs on his body suddenly stood up. Although his realm has fallen to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, his sense is still extremely keen, and there is no doubt that this is another big killing weapon that is approaching.

How many killer features did this junior and his puppet not use?

Fortunately, this time the big killing weapon seemed to give him a little time to breathe, and it was not cut down like lightning, and when he looked closely, it was twenty-four short swords with blue-gold light, which were closing towards him, and the speed was not fast, but it was definitely not slow.

"Dragonscale Sword?"

The blue-shirted monk deserved to be a great monk in the later period, and he was well-informed, and he recognized at a glance that this was a short sword transformed from the scales of the dragon. And it is the top-level dragon, the sharp gold aura is extremely powerful, and before it approaches, it has already made people feel cold all over the body, and the skin is faintly painful.

After such a delay, the dragon scale sword formation had already come closer.

A look of panic and anger flashed on the blue-shirted scribe's face, and with a loud shout, the quaint bamboo slip resurfaced, rising against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a fence, firmly protecting it in the center.

This bamboo book is his natal magic weapon, both offensive and defensive, and it is a good baby.

However, on weekdays, the blue-shirted scribe is reluctant to use this natal magic weapon like this, which is too barbaric. At the moment, I am desperate, but I can't take care of it.

In an instant, the dragon scale sword array collided with the fence turned into a bamboo book.

In the sound of "snort", the bamboo slip shone brightly, but it was cut by the dragon scale short sword without any suspense. The dragon scale sword that has been re-tempered with the Golden Jiao King's natal dragon scales is so sharp that it is already considered a top level in such an inferior interface. Although the bamboo slips are both offensive and defensive, in terms of sharpness and tenacity, where is the opponent of the dragon scale sword?

It's just that the blood-colored seal on the bamboo slip can't help but fly, and the bloody atmosphere is rich and rich, but it has the miraculous effect of polluting treasures.

Finally, the fence turned into a bamboo slip could no longer resist, a wail, turned into a little blood-colored phantom, in mid-air, turned into a bamboo book again, but at this moment the bamboo book, the breath dropped greatly, became extremely dim, obviously traumatized, without a long time of recuperation and cultivation, I am afraid that it is difficult to recover the vitality.

And the twenty-four dragon scale short swords were also exhausted, and with a roar, they scattered and flew away.

The blue-shirted scribe's face was as pale as paper, his body shook heavily, he almost turned over and fell, hurriedly took a deep breath, forcibly swallowed back the blood that had surged up on his chest, raised his hand, took the bamboo book back, and was about to shoot out with a light under his feet.

But the next moment, he paused again, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

A buzzing sound sounded, and in the void, twenty-four dragon scale swords emerged, shining with a blue-gold cold light, and a sharp aura pierced the depths of the bone marrow.

A look of utter despair flashed on the blue-shirted scribe's face, and his eyes suddenly became hollow and lifeless. R1152