Xiao Yan and the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan naturally have the same idea.

The thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan is his main body.

No matter how far away he is from the main body, the soul distance tends to zero infinitely, because the main body has no concept of void distance from his second soul.

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Therefore, without the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan explaining, Xiao Yan knows what to do next.

At this moment, Xiao Yan's eyes turned to the coffin parked not far behind the three of them.

Inside the coffin lay a fainting woman.

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Because he has taken away his soulless body, the current Xiao Yan not only has the appearance of a normal person, but also because he has a purer monarch momentum, what is difficult for ordinary people to do, he can easily complete.

Now he is already a person from half of the heavenly realm.

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came to the coffin and checked it, Xiao Yan put one hand on the edge of the coffin.

As soon as his mind moved, a monarch's momentum erupted all over his body, like a pale blue film of water with a glowing glow, covering the entire coffin until he disappeared into it.

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As long as there is a strong monarch's momentum, the will in the mind, can be transformed into reality.

This is something that ordinary souls cannot do.

Without a strong monarch's momentum, the shadow under his feet will always be just a shadow.

Without a strong monarch's momentum, it would be impossible to cultivate this set of second souls in his body.

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With a movement of his mind, the coffin under his palm rose suspended under the effect of the monarch's momentum.

The heavy coffin was played with by him.

After fusing the monarch's momentum, the physical objects all have the commonality of the things of the heavenly realm, and they tend to soar. To a certain extent, it can get rid of the shackles of the earth's coercion.

At this moment, Xiao Yan slowly let go of his right hand, and the momentum of the monarch who entered the coffin was withdrawn simultaneously, and at the same time, the shadow under his feet was projected on the wall of the coffin, and he escaped into the coffin again with part of the monarch's momentum.

Shadows can extend indefinitely, and that's where shadows come in.

By maintaining [persistent] contact between the shadow and the coffin, the monarch's momentum can be continuously infused into it.

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Under the influence of the shadow under his feet and the momentum of the monarch he carried, the coffin suspended in the air slowly flipped over, and the notch was downward.

The woman lying in the coffin fell from the sky.

At the same time, under the gesture of Xiao Yan's eyes, the tiger finally understood the master's intentions.

Just a moment when the woman fell, the tiger leaped and caught the falling woman in the air.

One of the tiger's sharp toenails unintentionally pierced the woman's skin.

The woman woke up from the fainting pain, and when she saw that she was being held between the paws of a fierce tiger, she screamed in fright, rolled her eyes, and fainted again.

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At this moment, Xiao Yan's eyes turned to the seven-story pagoda hidden in a hidden corner not far away, and said to the tiger: "Carry her in." ”

Xiao Yan's words, through the laws of heaven and earth, were transformed into beast language and reached the ears of the tiger.

The tiger nodded in a semi-obscurant state, and then carried the woman on his back and walked in the direction of the seven-story pagoda.

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After everything was ready, Xiao Yan's heart moved, and the shadow under his feet carried the monarch's momentum and projected onto the pagoda.

The pagoda immediately levitated, slowly rising towards the clouds high in the sky.

With Xiao Yan's current cultivation at the ninth order of the Heavenly Monarch Realm, the shadow can extend a long distance.

The pagoda itself has the commonality of heavenly things and tends to soar. After hovering in the air, a steady state is reached. At this time, there is no need for external forces.

After seeing the pagoda enter the high-altitude clouds, Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at the thunderbolt puppets Xiao Yan and Wen Zhuangyuan not far behind him.

The Thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan's face looked very quiet, because his whole body and mind had been condensed on Xiao Yan, and he knew what the other party was going to say without opening his mouth.

Therefore, Xiao Yan's gaze quickly shifted to Wen Zhuangyuan's face, and said with a smile: "I'm about to take the next step, I wish me success in rescuing the hostages!"

When Wen Zhuangyuan heard this, he raised his eyebrows, looked at him with a rather unfamiliar look, and nodded: "Agreed!"

"Huh. Xiao Yan laughed so hard that he barely held his breath. Then he straightened up, straightened his clothes, and looked quite confident and optimistic.

With the help of the shadow under his feet and the monarch's momentum, a coffin flew by, hovered beside him and automatically lifted the lid of the coffin.

"It's more secluded and easier to move around. Xiao Yan smiled, staggered, turned over and lay down in the coffin, closed the lid, and in a flash of thought, flew away in the direction of the target, and disappeared into the vast night.