I remember that in order to save Ye Yanran at that time, she injected her own blood into the Heavenly Destiny Astrolabe, and when her drop of blood and Ye Yanran's blood fused together, it turned into a drop of golden blood.

Although the evil arts of these men in black are extremely cumbersome and vicious, the final result is exactly the same.

What is the reason for this?

One after another, the men in black slashed their wrists, and blood gushed into the pool of blood.

Judging from the violent tremors on their bodies, it was obvious that they were in great pain, but their chanting became more and more high-pitched, sickly and eerie.

Mu Hanyan suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar, and thought about it carefully, the last time she exterminated the Ghost Clan, hadn't she ever seen a similar altar, although the altar of the Ghost Clan was much smaller than the one in front of her, and she hadn't seen them perform evil magic, but it shouldn't be much different.

But at that time, the Ghost Clan was under his sword, and the body was also taken away by Yun Qianmo, how could the evil art of the Ghost Clan appear here?

"You demons dare to harm my descendants of the Xia family, I will fight with you. In the distance, there was a sad cry of Xia Youchen's broken liver and intestines.

Mu Hanyan and the others were shocked by the strange scene around the altar, and only then did they come back to their senses, and when they looked up, they saw Xia Youchen's eyes wide open, and the long sword in his hand slashed wildly, and he didn't see it for a while, Xia Youchen's strength finally recovered to the realm of the Great Sword Master, but at this time, the skin and flesh on his body were dripping with blood, and he was obviously not lightly injured.

More than a dozen swordsmen, also dressed in black sword robes and wearing black veils, surrounded them. The strength of these people is obviously inferior to Xia Youchen, and the strongest is only the seventh order of the sword master. Under Xia Youchen's attack like a mad tiger, they were also covered in sword wounds, but what was surprising was that the injuries were only a little blood, and no blood spurted out, and their combat power was not affected at all.

Sword Spirit Puppet! Mu Hanyan's heart trembled slightly.

Last time she was in Feilai Peak, she had encountered a necromantic sword slave that Miss Zhao Si had cultivated with the remnants of the remains of a strong man, and the sword spirit puppet was somewhat similar to the necromantic sword slave, but it was sacrificed by a living person, although it also lost its self-consciousness, but its strength would not be affected in the slightest, and it was far more powerful than the necromantic sword slave. Of course, it is also much more cruel.

It is precisely because the art of sacrificing the necromancy is too cruel and too evil that it was strictly forbidden by the countries of the Holy Court Continent many years ago, and the method of sacrificial refining has also been lost.

I didn't expect to see the sword spirit puppet here.

Looking at the old woman on the altar, Xia Youchen's eyes were about to split, and he suddenly rose into the air, shook off the sword spirit puppet around him, and rushed towards the altar.

Several sword spirit puppets did not hesitate to move up to block, although Xia Youchen's strength was far stronger than them, but there was not the slightest awe and fear in their eyes, it seemed so empty and indifferent.

Xia Youchen swung his long sword, and the sharp sword swept heavily across their chests, and several people were slashed out by him like kites with broken strings. But it was this moment's delay, and several cold sword blades slashed at his back, blood spurting out.

Xia Youchen stumbled and fell to the ground, more than a dozen sword spirit puppets surrounded him again, and the few sword spirit puppets who had just been chopped by him also turned over, although the flesh and blood on his chest were blurred, and even the white bones of Sensen could be seen, but judging from the movements, the combat power was not affected in any way.

This is also the terrifying thing about the sword spirit puppet, not only is its strength undamaged, but it also knows no pain, no fear, and can even retain its spiritual wisdom, but it has lost its self-awareness.

Dozens of long swords slashed towards Xia Youchen at the same time, although his strength had recovered to the realm of a great sword master, but at this time, he was covered in bruises, almost exhausted, and it was difficult to resist in the face of a group of sword spirit puppets who were not tired or fearful at all.

Of course, Mu Hanyan would not watch Xia Youchen die in front of him, and with a clear drink, he had already taken the lead in flying towards Xia Youchen.

"Nine days, the stars set. Mu Hanyan drank clearly.

The five sword spirit puppets raised their heads stiffly, and their long swords blocked in front of them at the same time.

The sword of the Han Xiao Sword slashed diagonally, and several people flew out upside down at the same time.

Although he didn't use the five ** weapons, Mu Hanyan was also a genuine great sword master, and it stands to reason that with the strength of these sword spirit puppets that are not as strong as the sixth and seventh orders of the sword master, blocking this sword is enough to break their internal organs and meridians, and there is no possibility of survival.

However, the sword swept by, but it only left a deep wound more than a foot long under the ribs of their chests, and the wound was deep enough to see the bones, but there was still not a drop of blood gushing out.

Beside him, Hua Yue and the others also displayed their natural powers at the same time, the Dao sword flickered, and several other sword spirit puppets were also shocked back, just over, even Mu Hanyan couldn't kill them, with the strength of their sword master ninth and eighth order, it was even more impossible to cause fatal damage to these sword spirit puppets.

Those sword spirit puppets only took a few steps back, and immediately, they continued to attack Xia Youchen with a sword wound that was hidden in the white bones of the skin and flesh, and they turned a blind eye to Mu Hanyan and the others. This is also another terrifying part of the sword spirit puppet, once it receives the order to attack, unless it is completely cut off, even if there is only one breath left, it will never stop.

Xia Youchen was full of grief and anger at this time, coupled with the excessive blood loss after the injury, his mind was a little confused, and when he saw the sword spirit puppet attacking again, he actually laughed out loud and attacked head-on, looking at the appearance of obviously putting life and death out of the way, just wanting to die with the other party.

......At this moment, a beast shadow swept by like a whirlwind, and Xiao Qiqi had already pounced into the battle circle.

At this time, Xiao Qiqi's anger burned, the hair on his whole body stood upright, and his whole body image swelled up like a puff, and his beautiful and domineering figure stood proudly, as if the legendary beast god had descended, guarding Xia Youchen's side.

The shadows of the swords flickered all around, intertwining into a sword net and shrouding them.

Mu Hanyan asked himself, if he was trapped in such a sword net, if he didn't rely on his strength to forcibly suppress it, he was afraid that it would be difficult to dodge if he only relied on his body, but when he was caught in it, Xiao Qiqi was not afraid, roared angrily, and his body spun like a spinning top, and then rotated and crossed a beautiful and weird arc.

All the swords that slashed at it stumbled past it, missing in the slightest. However, its two claws danced quickly, and with the rotation of its body, it sent out powerful wind blades, like a terrifying storm of air blades.

In the soft sound of "...... swoop", wind blades slashed through the sword spirit puppet's body, although there was still no blood gushing out, but it left a series of horizontal wounds on their bodies, and even the entire piece of skin and flesh was shaved off, and then it was cut into meat crumbs by the dense wind blades, sprinkled like raindrops.

Mu Hanyan's stomach contracted for a while, and he almost didn't vomit.