"Yes, it's a puppet man, and when the deity was in ancient times, he used this illusion to create some puppet people to take care of daily affairs."

"Okay, I see, I'll trouble you with making this puppet!"

"What? You let the deity make it?! The whitebait screamed.

"You tell me about this illusion, and I can't, so I'll have to trouble you to make it! Besides, you don't want me to be hunted down all day long and then slack off in my practice, do you? ”

The whitebait has to say again,

Listen to Cheng Su's voice of the dead man who did not pay for his life in this empty office:

"Don't you want to go back to the Outlands?"

"The deity can teach you the magic of the illusion!"

"No matter how simple the spell is, it will take time to learn, you see how long I've been here? At most, after tonight, if this door doesn't open again, aren't you afraid that those blue-suited people outside will be suspicious? ”

Silverfish compromised, "You cow! The deity can help you this time, but you have to get the Osan Sacred Tree! Also, you can get me some third-level spirit feeding pills! ”

Hearing this, Cheng Su's heart moved, "You're going to break through?" ”

"Of course! The deity is an ancient god, and it was only when there was an accident that he cultivated to nothing, but as long as he was in a place with abundant spiritual energy and had the subsidy of feeding spirit pills, he could improve faster than your stupid and human cultivation faster than you! ”

After the silverfish agreed to make Cao Zan's puppet, and Cheng Su promised to get a third-level spirit feeding pill for it, I don't know how long it took, and it was finally time to enter the bamboo house space.

In the bamboo house space, after Cheng Su replenished the spiritual power consumed in the fight with Cao Zan, he used the power of the bamboo house to start summoning the Wushan Divine Tree.

As its name suggests, the Osan Sacred Wood is jet-black all over, and this Sacred Wood is the first choice for forging wood attribute magic weapons for monks, and only one of the four immortal mountains can be produced.

On this day, in the hall of a towering mountain peak in Wushan, the annual competition of disciples in the Liuyun Sect has come to an end.

The first disciple who wins the fruit of victory will have the opportunity to receive a thousand-year-old piece of ebony, which can be forged into a magic weapon suitable for him.

In the main hall, there were three young disciples in white clothes kneeling.

They are two men and one woman, both aged between 212 and 212.

The men are handsome, and the women are gorgeous.

At this time, a voice as loud as a bell sounded in the main hall:

"The first place in this competition was won by He Kun, a disciple of the inner sect, and the prize was a piece of the Millennium Divine Tree!"

Three trays were placed on a long table in the temple, each covered with red silk cloth.

And after this singing, I saw someone pick up one of the trays and walk towards He Kun.

But at this moment, just as the young man from He Kun raised his hand to take the tray, a sudden change appeared.

I saw that the red silk cloth fell without wind, and then a strong spiritual power swept towards the ebony and quickly wrapped it.

In the flash of light, He Kun, who had already taken the tray, hurriedly threw away the tray, and turned his hand into a claw to attack the ebony, wanting to take it in his hand.

Helplessly, the spiritual power wrapped in ebony was too strong, how could he be an enemy of a ninth-level monk in his small qi cultivation period.

"What kind of rat generation, dare to steal my Liuyun Sect Holy Tree!"

A loud shout exploded like thunder in the hall, which couldn't help but make the three of He Kun, who were still in the qi cultivation period kneeling on the ground, feel a huge shock when they heard it.

All three of them involuntarily covered their ears.

I saw a white-bearded old man in a black robe suddenly stand up from the top position, and then summoned his spiritual power to launch the immortal method to retrieve objects in the air and quickly probe the ebony.

For a while, the two spiritual powers were in a state of twisting, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on the face of the black-robed old man.

This scene made everyone in the hall stunned, and He Kun, who belonged to the holy tree, was anxious in his heart, this thousand-year-old ebony was the driving force for his desperate cultivation.

He is an orphan whose parents died, and by chance he entered the Liuyun Sect and became an outer disciple, and this ebony has always been the driving force for him to keep moving forward.

He has no backstage in the sect, and his status to where he is today is all because he came out step by step.

How could he watch this ebony that he had never dreamed of being stolen by thieves.

And it was still on such an upright occasion that he had at his fingertips.

It's just that the moment his hand touched the ebony just now, he was immediately bounced away by a strong force, and this level of spiritual power attack was no longer something he could handle, and the force that bounced off his hand was at least a cultivation above the foundation building period.

And seeing the way the sect master was sweating profusely against this spiritual power, He Kun's heart sank little by little.

Could it be that he made a mistake in his estimation, and the other party simply exceeded the level of the foundation building period?

But that sect master should also deal with it, the sect master is a Jindan-level powerhouse.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and I saw that the ebony only flickered a few times under Meng Xiangru's huge spiritual power and then suddenly disappeared.

At this time, the face of Meng Xiangru, the sect leader of the Liuyun Sect, was already distorted with anger, how could there be a little bit of the golden pill stage power of the immortal wind dao bone.

This time, in front of the elders and new disciples of the entire Liuyun Sect, he was so clearly stolen by the thieves that the holy wood of the sect was stolen.

This old face suddenly turned red, and it was obvious that it could no longer be hung up.

"Check! Give this sect master a good check, but I want to see who the thief is so bold and reckless, and dares to break ground on my Liuyun Sect! ”

A good award ceremony was disturbed by this sudden change, and in the end, it was only with another magic weapon of equal value to this ebony that he Kun calmed the regret of the theft of the holy wood in He Kun's heart.

Seeing that all the juniors in the hall had retreated, a middle-aged woman dressed like a nun in a Taoist robe came to Meng Xiangru's side and said worriedly:

"Which rat dare to beat my Flowing Cloud Sect idea? Senior brother is a middle-class Jindan, could it be that the other party is in the late stage of Jindan? ”

Meng Xiangru was angry, and glanced at the middle-aged Dao girl, obviously still angry at this time: "The other party should be a Yuan Infant stage cultivator!" ”

As soon as they heard this, the rest of the elders in the hall suddenly looked frightened, and immediately began to talk to each other and whisper.

And the middle-aged Dao Gu was also shocked in her heart, but she was also puzzled:

"This is strange, in the past hundred years, my Liuyun Sect has been keeping to a corner of my own safety, and I have never offended anyone, not to mention that the other party is still a Yuan Infant Cultivator!"

I saw Meng Xiangru snort heavily, "How can the power of the Yuan Infant Stage cultivation take a fancy to the little holy wood of my sect?" Now the loss of the holy wood is a small matter, the important thing is that I don't know whether the other party is intentional or unintentional! ”

"No! This matter must be told to the Ancestor! ”

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve robe and floated away, leaving more than a dozen elders in the hall looking at each other.

At the same time, in the bamboo house space, Cheng Su, who had obtained the Wushan Divine Tree, also had a pale face, which was obviously the result of excessive consumption of spiritual power.

"It's really strange, it's obviously just a small piece of wood, how come the spiritual power you consume this time is even more powerful than the one who summoned the Ancient Turf Sword last time?!"