"Impossible! The Purple Blood Divine Sect can't have only such a thing! There must be other treasures hidden in the Purple Blood Temple! Demon Wei Pavilion belongs! Search the entire Purple Blood Temple with the deity, even if it's just three feet into the ground!(pause, inhale) Find out the treasure!" The most unacceptable thing is probably Feng Lieshan, who has been carefully planning for five years, gambling on the 2,000 temporary disciples, 500 formal disciples, 200 disciples, 3 elders, and even the life of a Dharma Protector, risking being kidnapped and killed 1,200 innocent lives by Hanshan Temple (Double extension shortened gun), Yin and Yang Realm (although not his), Blood Floating Slaughter and other sects of heavy treasures have come out, and he has almost let go of his life's blood, sweat and wisdom of the secret realm, but now he has ended up in such a dismal end?

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Feng Lieshan's eyes were red, and he didn't look at the wide open door and the staircase that seemed to lead to the secret outside, and shouted angrily and commanded the 77 disciples to run under the high platform. The others, some wanted to keep up silently, some were gloating, and some were hesitant to quit the secret realm now, after all, at this time, no matter what, less than a day had passed, and there were still quite two days before the time limit for the closure of the secret realm.

"Self-deed. Du Chuanchang said heartlessly, and then said to the people around him: "We have a big harvest this time, so ah, don't think about those who don't have it, it's only right to go back to the headquarters and report the good news to the master!" he said as he beckoned the seven disciples of the Poisonous Dragon Sect to walk towards the exit. Feng Lieshan turned his head, glared at Du Chuanchang's back viciously, and cursed in a low voice: "Wait for the deity......"

"Let's go!" The head of the Iron Sword Sect greeted the disciples under him, and he also wanted to chase the Poison Dragon Sect, to be honest, although they suffered great losses in the final series of battles in the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain, and there was no gain, but in the process of exploring the treasure in the previous secret realm, they dug a lot of treasure caves that God knows that the ancient demon sect did, and generally speaking, the receipt was very rich, he was originally an open-minded person, and it was this open-minded and cheerful temperament that made him the right path, for the last treasure of the Purple Blood God Sect, he was interested, but he could put it down for a while。

It's a pity that once the door of fate is opened, it can no longer be closed.

"You guys, don't even think about leaving. The cold voice, the violent coercion, in that casual moment, burst out from behind the gate in the middle, and at the same time, the four originally dark in the underground space suddenly lit up with simple light patterns composed of various colored circles and crosses.

In the streaks of light, what suddenly appeared was an indescribable terror and the deepest despair.

"Puppet Sect?" When those simple circles appeared, those huge forms that could only exist in the nightmare of everyone on the Wind Source Continent, the first desperate shout to sound was Feng Lieshan's voice.

It was the last cry before dying.

Despair is like the poison gas in the Nazi concentration camp, spreading throughout the underground space in an instant, there is no way to resist, there is no way to escape, there is no way to avoid, like the scythe of Hades, the king of Hades, cruelly and instantly slitting everyone's throat. Except for Feng Lieshan's shout, people's response was only silence, the people in the righteous path, except for the Divine Sword Sect, the other sects opened their posture together, and even the people of the Iron Palm Gang silently drummed up the wind, determined to fight for the [justice] that was higher than life to the end. And the people in the demon path were like defeated roosters, curling up their bodies in a hurry, giving up all resistance.

It's useless.

All is useless.

All actions, all words, all thoughts, all winds, and even everything in the life of each person in this place, are useless at this moment.

Out of that countless circle of light came out of countless puppets, all of these puppets were lower light refiners, all of them, in just a few seconds in this underground space, thousands of lower light mutters were gathered, such a scale, such a battle, far beyond the range that the monks of the world could handle.

And that's not the most desperate, what really makes people desperate is that these "light weapons" are not weapons that need to be operated by people, but puppets that really act independently. The arms of these golems are all mutilated, with only the upper half of the arm, and no elbows. On their short upper arms, with their swords tied to iron chains, they looked a little miserable. Those swords were just the most ordinary white weapons, things made by ordinary blacksmiths, and they seemed to be lethal, but most of the 400 monks here at this time lacked weapons, and all they could rely on was flesh and blood.

There is almost no fluctuation of Gangfeng on these puppets, only the gray-white undead are wrapped around their heads, which are the ghost true yuan of the puppet sect, and it is the ghost true yuan before the mystery is broken. These puppets don't seem to have any "cultivation", but every piece of plate armor on each of their puppets can withstand any attack from a distracting Great Perfection master.

It is said to be a mysterious metal that cannot be smelted in the present world.

1,000 puppets equivalent to the masters of the Great Perfection of Distraction surrounded them from all directions like armored legions, completely blocking 400 people in despair. Most of the people of the Demon Dao have given up resistance, and the people of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance have collectively knelt down and begged for mercy.

Including Qian Long and Zhan Guang, they all kowtowed to a slender and plump woman who came out of the middle gate and begged for mercy, shouting "immortals" in their mouths. In the face of the puppet sect, in the face of the most terrifying and powerful real evil in the world, what distraction period, what the five books of dark kingship, are all farts.

Even if there is a 400 yuan infant master here, it is completely impossible to deal with the lonely woman in front of him, because this person can not only "summon" 1,000 puppets.

The woman walked one after another, every piece of flesh on her body was trembling sensually, like a model walking on the catwalk, she was wearing a blue-blue tulle, layer upon layer, the style was definitely different from the robes on the Wind Source Continent, to more like the evening gowns often worn by the noble ladies of Gabrieuer's modern city. The turquoise gauze dress was even decorated with fine silver decorations, which trembled with her steps, shining like stars, adding to her own noble and mysterious beauty, as if she had appeared in a witch from another world. She covered her face with a scarf, only a pair of dark black eyes and a head of dark black hair fluttered in the air, like a holy butterfly dance, but the coercion exuded from her body was like a false murderous aura.

"Shut up, you can't be quiet even if you die?" the woman made a voice from behind the veiled scarf, her voice was elegant and mellow, like the finest jade jewelry, but the unbearable arrogance in her tone, not to mention the righteous path, even the people of the demon path had a little anger.

It was a tone that only Gabroyle's mage would use when confronted by the slaves of the riot. That was the tone that Gabroyle's new humans would only use when confronted by the lower creatures. That's not arrogance, that's not arrogance, it's not even contempt, it's completely disregarded, not cared about, that's simply cruelty and casualness that don't treat these monks as human beings.

"Puppet Sect...... How could it appear here?" Shining Sky has not adapted to the changes in the situation until now, it is clear that he is about to walk out of the secret realm, and he has even fought for treasures, and he will be able to return to the mountain gate soon, why did he suddenly run out of a puppet sect?

"Because this trap was laid by me, idiot!" The woman's tone was very arrogant, but her tone and words were full of a sense of disobedience that was out of place with the world, as if she was a person who had crossed over from the industrial age and even the information age hundreds of years later.

"Trap?!" At this moment, even Du Chuanchang, Wan Jianxin, Prison Bai and so on were all stunned, you know, this is the secret realm of the Purple Blood God Sect, and this place has been completely closed decades or even a hundred years ago.

"You brain-dead guys won't understand, don't explain. She said coldly: "In short, I know the plan of the Demon Pavilion, and I wanted to set a trap for the people of the Demon Pavilion, but in the end, it was not only the Demon Pavilion that came, I made a lot of money, and you are the currency in my hand, that's it." ”

"Did you transfer the treasures here in advance?" you came here a few years ago......" Feng Lieshan roared excitedly, as he and his Demon Might Pavilion were being pressed by a large number of puppets to retreat towards the high platform.

"I haven't seen the treasure, but it doesn't matter, anyway, you don't believe it, I don't bother to say, I can only tell you that this secret realm existed as early as twenty years ago, my master, that is, the master of the previous generation of puppet sects, of course, we entered through other channels, as for the so-called treasures here?

After she finished speaking, her dark eyes swept over the faces of several people like eagle falcons, and these monks were so frightened that they took several steps back: "Is this secret realm, is it the garbage station where we dispose of corpses, and the zombies here are made by me when I had nothing to do, do you want to see it?"

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand slightly, and a gray-white gang wind was launched from her round and jade arm, she did not use any mysteries, her gang wind was still scattered and weak, but no one wanted to laugh at her at this time, because within a second of her waving arm, all the remaining open space in this underground space was filled with zombies.

These zombies are nothing else, they are not anyone else, they are precisely those dead disciples, elders, and heads of the sect in this trip to the secret realm.

In the midst of people's despair, they are forced to pour an excess of fear. Don't talk about others, let's just say that Feng Lieshan was also buried with fear at this time, because he saw many acquaintances, he saw the scorched Shengyang Venerable, he saw Liang Yunguang who was killed by his own hands, and of course, the Black Sky Old Monster who died tragically under the sword of Wan Jianxin, and the girls in the Yin Yang and Hezong who were killed by Du Chuanchang's order, and even Han Rou'er and Zhenwu, who had just been poisoned and were so soft that they were crawling on the ground like noodles, and even the brother of the calamity, and even ......

There are too many familiar faces, most of them mutilated or partially decayed, and the bodies attached to these faces are disemboweled, and the internal organs, bones, pus, and live maggots are exposed to the air. The living disciples in the Interpretation Sect all fell down and vomited, including Lin Xuanchen was also retching, even if they had already experienced the siege and interception of the zombie army, they still couldn't adapt, the women of the Holy Water Sect were paralyzed with fright, no one had the strength to vomit, their leaders Mingquan and Feiquan were urgently discussing how to let this unprovoked aunt and grandmother let them go through the transfer of benefits, as for the others, they couldn't care about it at all.

Wan Jianxin turned his head suddenly, the first thing he thought of in this situation was Silver Dust, he knew that these zombies were not a problem in front of Silver Dust, but when he turned his head and saw Silver Dust's face and eyes, he held the hand of the sword and subconsciously let go.

Fear, despair, and determination to die were all driven out of Wan Jianxin's mind by doubts at this moment.

He saw that Silver Dust's expression was so distorted, not fear, not despair, but a shock, pure shock, like seeing a ghost in broad daylight, but the ghost chased him for a piece of chewing gum. He noticed that Silver Dust didn't seem to be afraid of this woman at all, not afraid of these zombies, and even afraid of those mysterious and invincible and terrifying puppets, at this time he didn't even stare at the woman of the puppet sect, but stared at a puppet not far away for a moment. His expression was first surprised, then deep in thought, and finally into a deep rage under Wan Jianxin's gaze.

"That's nonsense!" he scolded in a low voice.

"How's it going, do you guys find it exciting?" The woman's voice sounded at the same time, muffling out the sound of Silver Dust's cursing: "It's been a thousand years, and our puppet sect has done a lot of great things in this world, so I guess you idiots should know what's going to happen next, right?"

"Do you want our souls?" Feng Lieshan subconsciously said the woman's thoughts, and then he defended palely: "Of the 20,000 people who entered the secret realm this time, now there are less than 500 of us left, and the souls of more than 10,000 people have been taken away by your puppet sect, is it not enough? What is your puppet sect cultivating? Could it be that the "Remnant Soul Sutra" is not successful?" After he finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at the direction of the Golden Dao Gate, he couldn't see the figure of Yin Chen, he could only see the people of the Golden Dao Gate standing and drawing their swords.

"How many souls do I want to collect, what's your business?I just want your souls, do you have any opinions?" The woman leaned against the door frame, changed into a very lazy and comfortable position, and said coldly: "It is no secret that the puppet sect can only communicate well with the puppets by using the souls of the dead. As for whose soul to use and how, that's a matter for us in the Puppet Sect, and you're not in a position to comment on that, understand? Only the puppets, glowing with the reflection of cold metal, clumsily raised their broadswords and long swords, and approached the people. (To be continued.) )