The entire independent space cave mansion, at this moment, has been completely chaotic.

Countless puppets swarmed all over the mountains and slaughtered the young monks, as if they were endless, and they could not be killed.

The combat power of these puppets is actually not strong, even if they are the weakest in cultivation, a spell can kill at least a dozen puppets in an instant, but the number of them is too much, so much that it is simply desperate!

"Damn! We're really lucky, it seems that we have met an old demon of the puppet sect!" The senior brother of the Great Sun Sword Sect pinched the sword trick in his hand, and Qing Huanghuang's sword qi slashed the puppets that came up around him into two pieces.

It's just that there is no joy on his face to kill the enemy in seconds, and his expression is extremely dignified.

Such a number of puppets would be enough to turn a medium-sized secular dynasty into a realm of death where no one survived.

This is definitely a means that only the old devil in the puppet sect who has cultivated for an unknown number of years can have!

In the past two hundred years, due to the "Immortal Dao Killing Order", the puppet sect has completely disappeared, and there are not even a few outer disciples disguised as ordinary puppet masters, let alone this kind of old devil.

Unexpectedly, an ordinary treasure house of heaven and earth that was born by chance in a secular dynasty actually attracted this kind of old demon! This fortunate ancient monk's cave mansion that was not completely destroyed in the era of the end of the law, could it be that there are still some secrets hidden that everyone does not know?

The senior brother of the Great Sun Sword Sect had one thought after another in his mind, but these thoughts, these doubts, he didn't have the energy to think about them at this time.

Even if he was already at the peak of the Concentration Realm, he was only one step away from stepping into the Spirit Realm, and he had already mastered some methods that could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in battle and refine it into spiritual power to replenish his own consumption, but in the face of this endless and surging sea of puppets, he could feel that the spiritual power in his body was passing rapidly.

The little bit of spiritual power that was absorbed and refined in the battle was not even a drop in the bucket compared to the huge consumption at the moment!

If he continues like this, I am afraid that before he meets his fellow Daoist brothers who are also surrounded by the puppet sea, his spiritual power will be completely exhausted.

"I knew that I would have majored in sword body instead of sword qi back then!" a junior disciple beside him gasped and said, "If I major in sword body, my ability to continue fighting can at least double!"

"Don't talk about it, where is the sword body so easy to cultivate!" Although the other junior disciple was also panting, his fighting spirit was extremely high, "The sword body is the body refining technique created by the ancestors when the aura of heaven and earth in the end of the law era could not be used by our monks. It's difficult to practice, and the lethality is not as good as the sword qi, now that the heaven and earth are full of spiritual energy, except for a few people who are almost talented, who will cultivate the sword body?"

The previous junior brother smiled bitterly: "If I can get away with it this time, when I return to the door, I will choose a sword body to cultivate! Damn, only at this time do I know how important the ability to continue fighting is!"

"Don't talk about it, save some energy!" the senior brother scolded, and suddenly his spirit perked up, and his hands danced with a green and brilliant sword aura, sweeping out a large temporarily safe space around him.

The two junior brothers were puzzled, and the senior brother suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed ahead: "Finally, I have met my fellow Daoists! Everyone work hard to catch up!"

The two junior brothers took a look, and saw that on the hillside in the distance, in the dense sea of puppets that made people's scalps tingle, there seemed to be a figure that was really on a rampage, and it was forced to open a way in this sea of puppets-

"it, my character has been ruined all these years? This is not scientific!" In the midst of the puppets all over the mountains, a fat man, holding a big mallet, like a humanoid bulldozer, rampaged, crushing a straight path in this sea of puppets.

Zhao Ben, a member of the temporary Stuffy Stick Party, did not stay in that temple at this time, but appeared outside again.

His luck wasn't bad, but it wasn't much better.

Although his eyesight is not very good, he has a certain understanding of the discipline of the original owner of this cave mansion along the way with Meng Siao. So when he was teleported to the stone house, he didn't go through the door, but directly smashed a gap in the wall with the big stick mallet in his hand, and then walked out of the gap.

As a result, as soon as he got out of the stone house, he found that he had actually returned to the Independent Space Cave Mansion, and all around him were puppet warriors, and they directly attacked him one by one.

"Damn, the most disgusting puppet sea in the puppet sect, this is!" After a brief exchange, Zhao Ben recognized the origin of these puppets.

As the son of the head of the Fahua Sect, Zhao Ben still has this knowledge. He knew that in the face of the puppet sea of the puppet sect, it was impossible to kill them all with brute force. At present, it is known that there is only one way to crack the puppet sea, and that is to try to find the puppet sect disciples who control these puppets, and then kill them as soon as possible.

However, he had been on a rampage for a while, and he didn't even see a figure except the puppet!

Even he couldn't say how many puppets he had crushed, but in the face of the sea of puppets that made the monks talk about it, Zhao Ben couldn't see too much nervousness on his face.

When he was forging the body realm, the cultivation direction he chose was to tap the original power of the physical body, which was simply "refining the body". And he is born with divine power, with the 1,200-pound big stick mallet in his hand, he doesn't need any martial arts at all, and he can kill a large number of puppets in seconds with a simple sweep.

Compared to those monks who chose the direction of "Qi refining", Zhao Ben's renewal ability could not even be compared to the monks of the Spirit Realm.

However, he is now very irritable.

In the face of this puppet who is all over the mountains and can't kill all the people, no one will not be irritable.

However, just as he was rampage irritably, he heard a human voice in his ears: "This fellow Daoist, we are disciples of the Great Sun Sword Sect!

Scare?

Great Sun Sword Sect?!

Zhao Ben was stunned for a moment, isn't this a guy who was just let go by him before? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to meet at this time? What if they asked me to return the looted equipment to them? I only took 10% of the spoils, and most of the head was in the hands of that fellow Daoist—I said that, can they believe it? If they don't believe it, do we have to fight first? Or, pretend not to hear......

At this moment when he hesitated, the three disciples of the Great Sun Sword Sect had already killed all the way.

When the four of them met, as soon as the senior brother saw this big stick mallet, his eyes immediately turned red: "Stuffy stick party!"

If it weren't for this mallet that overturned the three of them with a dull stick, and with the flying sword in hand, their current spiritual power consumption would not have been so great at all!

"Give me back the flying sword!" The eyes of the two junior brothers also turned blood-red.

Zhao Ben looked innocent and pretended to be stupid and said, "Three fellow Daoists, what are you talking about? ”

"Pretend! You despicable and shameless muffler! What about that little white-faced accomplice of yours, tell him to get out of here!" the senior brother roared, and with a wave of his hand, he released a big move towards the puppet door that rushed up behind him.

Thousands of cyan sword qi slashed vertically and horizontally, completely slashing the hundreds of puppets that rushed up into pieces in an instant.

"Ahem...... Do you really recognize the wrong person, didn't you see me alone?" Zhao Ben continued to pretend to be innocent, pointing to the puppets that were constantly surrounding and killing around, and said seemingly sincerely, "In this case, if I still have companions, as for being alone and entangled with these dead things?"

"You say that......" The senior brother of the Great Sun Sword Sect pondered for a moment, trying to remember whether there was a difference between the big mallet in front of him and the one he had put over at the beginning, but the time was too short at that time, and he really couldn't be sure for a while.

"This fellow Daoist was offended before. "Since he can't be sure, the senior brother doesn't want to be entangled any longer.

Now they are all in the sea of puppets, and it is difficult to protect themselves, and one more comrade is always better than one more enemy. As for whether this fat man is a stuffy stick, it's not too late to theorize after this catastrophe.

Zhao Ben saw that the other party was relieved, and he was also relieved in his heart, and immediately hugged his fists and said, "It's easy to say." For now, let's think about how to kill the puppet sea from the puppet sect, the old demon, although these puppets are rough refined, but there are too many of them, and they can't die in one hit, and they will find materials to devour and repair by themselves, which is very difficult. ”

"What Daoyou said is that now we can only take one step at a time to see if we can continue to find the same way, and only when we join forces will there be a glimmer of life. The senior brother nodded.

Zhao Ben asked: "The three of you, did you have the objects that sent a message to the master? Such a puppet sea scale, it must be the work of an old devil of the puppet sect, just with us people, I'm afraid that it will not be enough to stuff people's teeth!"

"Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, I have already released the 'Sword Order for Help' of my Great Sun Sword Sect, but this independent space cave seems to have its own rules, and the sword order can't break through the space. ”

"Tsk, I also have what I have at hand!" Zhao Ben was depressed, "It seems that the only way to kill it is to kill it first, and then notify the strong man in the door to come and kill this old devil!"

"I'm afraid it's not that easy!" the senior brother smiled bitterly.

Just when the monks in the Independent Space Cave Mansion were fighting for their lives with the puppet sea, in that hall, Meng Wushao took the God of War puppet, opened the cheat, and went directly to the core of the temple.

Under the inexplicable identification ability of the "Great Wuzun System", the surrounding qiē, whether it is a mechanism, a prohibition, or a formation, are all revealed on the illusory screen, and there is nothing to hide.

Meng Wushao walked swaggeringly, as if he was walking in his own backyard.

His previous speculation, along the way, has almost been confirmed with certainty-

This independent space cave is not a simple heritage cave, but designed and arranged by a real person in order to find a suitable heir. And this hall is the final test of the inheritance of the mantle.

The qiē in this hall is not a test of a monk's strength, but more of a monk's eyesight, on-the-spot reaction ability and way of thinking.

Most of the traps, prohibitions, and formations have very limited lethality, but they will make the monk who is recruited feel extremely embarrassed and even ashamed to leave a psychological shadow.

I have to say that there is really no lower limit to the discipline of the real person, and the arrangement of some organs is also breathtaking in Meng Wushao's opinion, and he feels that there is really no real lower limit in the discipline in this world.

The idea of the real person is very good, figure out these tests, and finally find a successor to the mantle with the same IQ as himself and similar temperament, but it is a pity that he met Meng Siao, who has the "Great Wuzun System", and all the arrangements have become useless decorations.

All the way to the core of the temple, Meng Wushao didn't even touch the prohibition of several organs. Occasionally, if you encounter a brute force crack, there are also God of War puppets to do it on your behalf, and this journey is really easy.

The centerpiece of the temple was a strange stone room, in which stood a bronze mirror five or six people high, which was divided into dozens of pieces, and each bronze mirror was shrouded in a layer of mist.

Next to the bronze mirror, there was a transparent crystal ball, emitting an unusual fluctuation of spiritual power.

With the "Great Wuzun System" in existence, Meng Siao does not need to carefully test what these two things are and what kind of role they have. With a sweep of his eyes, the use and function of the bronze mirror and crystal ball were suddenly displayed on the illusory screen.

This crystal ball is the core control device of the entire cave, and the monk only needs to inject spiritual power, and the bronze mirror will show every aspect of the entire independent space cave.

Meng Siao tried to pour spiritual power into the crystal ball, and the copper mirror that was divided into dozens of pieces suddenly disappeared into the copper mirror, and the next moment, a picture appeared on the small bronze mirror.

"!" The first time he saw these pictures, Meng Siao couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Scattered all over the mountains, countless puppets are besieging and killing the young monks of the major sects. And these young monks, most of them shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts, struggled to resist there.

"Puppet Sea!" subconsciously, three words came out of his mouth.

In his mind, this peerless science of the Puppet Sect suddenly appeared.

After the wisp of the primordial spirit that invaded his mind was shattered by the "Great Martial Zun System", it was completely absorbed by the transparent villain, and he actually retained a complete memory.

After reading the memories that suddenly came to him, Meng Siao's eyes began to roam around, and he soon found the thing in his memory called the "Jiuli Treasure House Key" - a totem pole the length of his index finger and engraved with ancient patterns all over his body.

At the top of the totem pole, a man with a naked upper body and a fierce aura is carved. The man roared in the sky, and in his hand he was holding a fierce axe that made people feel a palpitation in their hearts.

"Is this the most powerful god of the Jiuli tribe in the legendary prehistoric flood era, the whole roaring brother who is dissatisfied......" Meng Siao played with this mini totem pole and couldn't help but complain.

"He is the most powerful god of war in the legendary Jiuli tribe. A voice suddenly sounded cold behind him.

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