"Puppet?" Murong Xiaohu's body shook, "How is it possible!"

"Look at their limbs, are they a little stiff when they move, and their facial expressions are a little scary...... "Black Devil said.

Murong Xiao looked at it carefully, and really found some clues, and said in a deep voice: "If it is really a puppet, then who will it be, who will turn them into puppets, and who is manipulating them......

"Could it be him?"

Murong Xiao thought of a possible person, that old guy had been missing for thousands of years and had never reappeared.

"It's possible that he ......," said the Black Devil, "that old fellow has liked to tinker with some of these thaumaturgies, strange arts, and the art of the living dead......

"If it's really him, why did he let these two puppets go to the Holy Mountain...... Murong Xiao said with a gloomy face, "Go check it out immediately and see where these two people are hiding now, the old man is going to really destroy them!"

After saying that, a small blue lamp on the wall fell on his palm, and he picked up the lamp and disappeared.

"It's ...... thing"

The black demon froze in place, stunned for several seconds, two flames flashing in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the artifact he had been searching for for nearly two thousand years would be in front of his eyes every day.

......

"Sister Qingxue, there is the Holy Mountain Treasure Hall in front, shall we go in now?" Two hours later, Mi Qingxue and Murong Xianxian also came to the top of the Holy Mountain not far below.

Looking up from afar, you can see rows of majestic palaces on the top of the mountain, which are jeweled and absolutely atmospheric.

"Let's look at it first, I feel that there is something strange around here, and it seems that some evil power is hovering here......"

As a saint, and she was also a mid-level saint, Mi Qingxue's perception was much stronger than Murong Xianxian's, and she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

"For ......"

Before Murong Xianxian finished speaking, Mi Qingxue covered her mouth with her hand, Murong Xianxian's eyes widened, and she vaguely saw two figures slowly floating up from below.

"How are they!"

Murong Xianxian was horrified in her heart, she had seen these two people before, but what she saw was not a living person, but a painting.

The movements of the two were a little stiff, and their expressions were even more strange, step by step like puppets, slowly floating upward, because of the body protection holy light and the sword and shield divine weapon, they could not find Mi Qingxue and them.

I saw the two of them slowly float up, and finally turned into two black lights and sneaked into the treasure hall group above.

"Why are those two still alive!" Murong Xian frowned, feeling a little incredible.

Mi Qingxue said: "It shouldn't be two living people, but two puppets......

"Dolls?" Murong Xianxian had naturally heard of it, but she was a little puzzled, "Who wants to make them into dolls, is it Murong Xiao's old thief?"

"It's not yet possible to determine ......"

Before Mi Qingxue's words fell, there was a sudden muffled sound in the group of treasure halls above, and one of the treasure halls collapsed by more than half.

Several figures rose to the sky and floated on the top of the holy mountain, with a cold light on their bodies.

"Two living dead, dare to take the initiative to send them to the door! The old man wants to see who instructed you!" One of them was Murong Xiao, who had white hair, and although he was thousands of years old, his eyes were still extremely sharp.

The two puppets didn't have anything to say, so they directly struck at this Murong Xiao from left to right.

One person holds a sword, the other holds a sword, and the sword light and shadow cover the sky and the moon, dyeing the top of the holy mountain into a terrifying silver.

"Good time!"

Murong Xiao's eyes were like fire, and he raised his hand and shot out a divine light, rolling towards the two of them.

"Now is your chance!"

Mi Qingxue and Murong Xianxian glanced at each other, and Ermei immediately quietly bypassed from the other direction, wanting to take advantage of the fight between these people to go around to the treasure hall to see if there was any information to check.

There were bursts of dazzling light above the treasure hall, Murong Xiao was surrounded by divine light, and a crown on his head was even more shining, this was an ancestral weapon of his Murong family, and now he also had a strong reaction.

"Why are these two so strong!"

Murong Xiao became more and more frightened, the other two puppets were buried by their own hands two thousand years ago, back then, their strength was only the realm of the Triple King of the Sect, but now their strength is comparable to their own.

What made him feel even more strange was that these two puppets didn't seem to use the power of the Yuan Spirit, and the power seemed to be inexhaustible, attacking wave after wave without stopping.

"Die!"

Murong Xiao, as Murong Ancestor, was naturally furious, but he didn't expect to be forced to this point by two puppets.

The small blue lamp in his palm reappeared, and with a finger in front of him, it turned into a dazzling golden star, smashing into one of the dolls, and at the same time he fought with the other puppet.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

On the Holy Mountain, there were bursts of terrifying throbbing, and the powerful movement made some of the people of the Murong family outside the Holy Mountain hear it, and many people looked over to this side.

I saw that there was a golden sunset on the horizon, which was particularly dazzling on this dark rainy night.

"How can this be ......"

"Is there something wrong with the Holy Mountain?"

Many disciples of the Murong family began to rush to the Murong Sacred Mountain, and Murong Zhentian, who was in another part of the Murong Ancestral Land at this time, also looked up and saw the strange appearance of the Holy Mountain.

"Sure enough, that thing is on this old thief!"

Murong Zhentian's face became extremely gloomy, of course he knew this treasure, this thing was originally his grandfather's thing, but it had been missing for nearly three thousand years, but he didn't expect it to reappear now, and it fell on Murong Xiao, an old thief.

"Father, what should we do?" a man in Tsing Yi stood in front of Murong Zhentian.

This is Murong Zhentian's only son, or his illegitimate son, and he also knows this treasure.

"Order the people outside the gate, let go of the family array, let the 100,000 army come in, you and I bring the black-clothed regiment, and let's deal with Murong Xiao overnight!"

Murong Zhentian had already planned it, but his son was a little worried: "Let the 100,000 army come in now, will they let them set foot on our ancestral land......?

"Silly boy, you Lao Tzu and I have already mastered the treasure house of the Murong family, and now it has been ransacked, as for what holy seat jade, let them fight for it. Murong Zhentian said with a smile.

"Hehe, my father is really wise, but I don't want the holy seat jade, isn't it too much?"

He naturally knew very well what the holy seat jade was, otherwise he would not have attracted the 100,000 troops of the Nine Great Immortal Cities and One Domain, and among these people they were all top masters.

If the Holy Throne Jade was useless, then Murong Xiao would not deliberately create a fake location to fool the great elders of the clan who were ambitious and wolf-like.

"Humph!"

Murong Zhentian smiled and said: "Only those fools will really believe in the legends on the mainland, if you really get a piece of jade, you will be able to become holy, and you can also cultivate a fart!"