Listening to Nan Shiyan's calm narration, everyone's hearts sank, and their eyes sank a little.

Phantom Array.

They had never heard of such a formation before.

Such a terrifying formation actually trapped them together and fell into a battle to the death, you can imagine how terrifying the person behind the scenes is.

"There are so many people, they must all be professional shadow killers."

Looking at the remnants of blood and corpses scattered everywhere on the ground, Mo Qing couldn't help but purse his lips, sighed, and spoke quietly.

"Using the phantom array, and dispatching so many shadows at once, it seems that the people in the shadows are really bothered."

Hearing this, Nan Shiyan hooked his lips suddenly, raised his eyebrows, and had an inexplicable smile on his warm face, which was meaningful, and slowly spit out a few words:

"None of these are people."

Suddenly, Su Yunshu, Gong Linggui, and Mo Qing all raised their eyes at that moment, their pupils all shrank suddenly, and they looked at Nan Shiyan on the side with shocked eyes, and the aura around them also sank.

Sensing everyone's surprise, Nan Shiyan pursed the corners of his lips, squinted his eyes, lowered his eyes slightly, and landed on the bloodstained ground with an inquiring gaze.

"These are all puppets."

"Puppet"

Gong Linggui groaned a little and opened his mouth in confusion.

"However, just now, when this king fought with those people, he didn't feel the slightest puppet breath, and only felt that it was a real person."

Raising his eyebrows, Nan Shiyan tightened his sleeves and chuckled, the hand holding the jade fan raised slightly, and the spiritual power was activated, and the fan leaves emitted a warm streamer.

"Human, but not human."

"With flesh and blood as yin, wear the power of nature, and give birth to meridian bones."

As he spoke, Nan Shiyan paused, his voice a little lower, with a strange sense of seriousness, showing an inexplicable majesty and momentum.

"So, Puppet."

When the words fell, the faces of several people present changed, and the shock on their faces was very obvious.

"Golem?"

Mo Qing frowned tightly, his eyes crossed deep thoughts, and his voice was a little lower.

"This king has never heard of this kind of puppet, and it is no different from ordinary people."

"Dark Golem"

Su Yunshu muttered softly, as if he suddenly remembered something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his breathing became a little shorter.

"I remember."

When the words fell, the eyes of the other people all focused on Su Yunshu.

"I once read a book in the master's study that recorded the "dark puppet", and I just looked at it casually at the time, and I only felt that this puppet was too rebellious and no one should go back to make it. ”

As he spoke, Su Yunshu's brows furrowed a little tighter, and a little helplessness flashed between his eyebrows, a little sharp.

"I didn't expect to meet here, and there are so many puppets."

The ones encountered today, whether it was the fierce fire, the phantom array of Fang Cai, or the current dark puppet, were all existences that had never been seen before, and they were also existences that had never appeared in the four empires.

Thinking of this, for some reason, a chill suddenly rose in Su Yunshu's heart.

Glancing lightly at the bloodstained ground, Nan Shiyan's eyes were deep, and he said lightly:

"The cultivation of the puppet is determined by the maker's own cultivation, and in the production process, the consumption of cultivation and spiritual power is too great, and it also needs its own flesh and blood as a guide, which has a lot of damage to itself, which is equivalent to destroying the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, so the number of puppets will not be too much."

"Look at this situation."

After a pause, Nan Shiyan raised his eyes, looked at the wind lotus hall that shone with dark light, and said in a deep voice: "The person behind this should be very deep in cultivation and be able to support so many dark puppets. ”

When the words fell, Su Yunshu's heart suddenly tightened, his breathing was heavy, and an undisguised sense of nervousness appeared on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Su Yunshu clenched the long sword in his hand and took a few steps forward.

Sensing Su Yunshu's meaning, Nan Shiyan also pursed the corners of his lips, put one hand behind him, and spoke lightly.

"The situation in the Wind Lotus Hall is unknown, everyone, you must be more careful, and you must not be careless."

After speaking, Nan Shiyan didn't say more, flicked his sleeves casually, straightened out the folds on it, swept his eyes at the broken door of the Lotus Palace, and his body moved suddenly, but in a breath, the white figure disappeared in place.

Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui glanced at each other, their hearts were clear, and they no longer hesitated, stepped lightly on their toes, and their spiritual power worked, heading towards the Wind Lotus Palace.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the hall, everyone felt a burst of coercion that was even more terrifying than Fang Cai, which made Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui's breathing a little heavier.

Turning his head slightly, Nan Shiyan flicked his sleeves slightly, and his wide robe swept over, only a crisp cracking sound was heard, and the majesty that pressed on his shoulders dissipated in an instant.

Mo Qing, who was following a few people, saw this, and the light of surprise flashed across his eyes, as if he had thought of something, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and then disappeared at that moment, and his face sank.

Without the slightest pause, everyone flew directly into the Wind Lotus Palace.

A cold wind blew in the face, blowing up everyone's scattered hair, with the extreme cold, directly through the clothes, into the body.

Nan Shiyan snorted softly, swept away his wide clothes, and forced the cold back.

The cold wind stops suddenly.

"Tick."

The sound of water dripping sounded in this silent hall, showing a little gloomy and a little weird.

At the moment when everyone fell to the ground, a few dim lights suddenly lit up in the hall, gently swaying with the night breeze blowing in from outside the hall, pulling everyone's shadows to the elders.

There was a strange touch under his feet, Su Yunshu frowned, lowered his eyes slightly, but saw a dark red color.

It's blood.

Through the faint light, everyone looked into the depths of the Wind Lotus Temple.

I saw dark red blood stains flowing out from the depths of the swaying bead curtain, spreading all the way to my feet, most of which had solidified and glowed with a deep darkness.

Obviously, this bloodstain has been in the past for some time.

The spiritual power under his feet shook away, shaking away the blood stains stuck to the soles of his shoes, and at the same time, clearing this hall out of a clean ground, Mo Qingfang breathed a sigh of relief, stabilized his breath, and stood still.

"Strange."

As if remembering something, Gong Linggui frowned, with a faint doubt on his face.

"With so much blood, why doesn't it smell of blood at all?"

Hearing this, Mo sniffed lightly, the tip of his nose moved, his face sank, and he nodded.

"Indeed."

"The king didn't smell it either."

Su Yunshu breathed slowly, his sharp gaze swept over the things that had already been a mess in the hall, and looked carefully at them one by one, and finally, the eyes that were contemplating deep thoughts sank, and his gaze was fixed in one direction.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Su Yunshu raised his hand, his slender fingers pointed in one direction, and his voice was slightly deep.

"There."