"Ahem......" A violent cough sounded as Yu Huo sat cross-legged on the ground in pain, his head hanging low, blood gushing from his chest. However, he said vaguely as if he was whispering: "You made a stupid mistake, do you think that Lao Tzu is usually covered by the light of the wind and water, and he is really a waste?"

As he spoke, the two bronze spears he held in his hands unexpectedly flowed out of the fracture a viscous, blue-purple, and smoky liquid, which flowed quietly like a strange poisonous snake and gathered together.

Suddenly, Yu Huo raised his head, his expression was already distorted by pain and anger, and he screamed sharply: "Lao Tzu wants you to taste the pain of the poisonous heart-burning blood curse poison puppet !! that is worse than death."

At the moment of roaring, Yu Huo slammed the two severed guns in front of him.

Ye Qingcheng was shocked, from the moment he saw the Yu Huo weapon, he was puzzled: Why would a dignified prince use a bronze spear? Sure enough, there was something strange hidden in this gun.

I saw that under the urging of a flaming spell, the strange bruised purple venom on the ground suddenly condensed into a circle of ghost head patterns with a diameter of one zhang.

Then, a dark red slime like blood clotting suddenly rose from the ghost head pattern, and it condensed into a terrifying blood shadow in Ye Qingcheng's unbelievable gaze.

In a few moments, a slender and slender strange figure condensed and formed. It had a dark blood-colored skull with two black horns on its head and hollow, pitch-black eyes. Its body is dark red, it is one foot tall, its body and limbs are unusually slender, and its ribcage is expanded and expanded. Its hands and feet are sharp claws.

After condensing, it used its claws to pick up the two bronze spears that were stuck in the ground, and fused the broken spears back together. Then, a layer of dark purple venom covered the bronze spear, and the head of the spear changed strangely, turning into a hideous scythe.

Finally, it makes a posture of imminent attack: it lounches down, one blood claw propped up on the ground, and the other blood claw holds a dark purple scythe and carries it on its shoulder.

"Blood Curse Poison Puppet?!" Ye Qingcheng was secretly shocked in his heart. This is an extremely rare kind of puppet. However, thinking of the identity of the Prince of Yuhuo, it is not surprising that he can have it.

Between heaven and earth, in addition to the most common martial artist, and then the most noble and well-known golden three positions: beast tamer, pharmacist, and refiner. There are also many out-of-the-way professions, such as Gu Master, Puppeteer, Brewer, Poisoner, and so on. The Blood Curse Poison Golem is a combination of poison and puppetry, which is extremely expensive and relatively out-of-the-way, requiring strong mental power to control. Yu Huo was far inferior to his brother in animal taming and martial arts, so he chose this method to make up for his own shortcomings.

"Hiss......" The Blood Curse Poison Puppet raised its head faintly, and with its empty, pitch-black eyes, it coldly locked on Ye Qingcheng's figure.

"This is a high-level drug puppet. Yu Huo sat cross-legged on the ground, letting the blood flow from his chest, and said with a cruel smile: "Even a high-level martial sect is not its opponent. ”

At this time, Lihuo, who was watching the battle from afar, couldn't sit still, it suddenly leaped a few times on the broken stone pillars, landed on Ye Qingcheng's shoulder, stretched out its tongue and licked its small black nose, staring at the blood curse poison puppet in front of Yu Huo, with a trace of killing intent rising in its eyes. In its opinion, this poisonous puppet was enough to threaten Ye Qingcheng's life.

"Leave the fire, don't you do it, this is my battle. Ye Qingcheng looked at the hideous poison puppet. He could sense the bloody aura on the poison golem and knew it was a very tricky poison. However, one thing he knew very well was that before his second stage ascended to the dragon vein, Yu Huo was only a third-rate great martial artist. And the weakness of the poison puppet is obvious, it needs to be controlled. Yu Huo does not possess the cultivation of the Martial Sect, and it is impossible to manipulate the poison puppet to use the Martial Sect-level moves. Therefore, no matter how expensive this poisonous puppet is, in Yu Huo's hands, its power will be greatly reduced.

Hearing the sound, he hesitated for a moment from the fire, but had to jump up from Ye Qingcheng's shoulder and land on a stone pillar not far away.

"Die!" the mortally wounded Yu Huo roared, snapping a spell.

In an instant, cyan and curled wrinkles appeared on the body of the Blood Curse Poison Puppet, and a layer of reddish power lines suddenly rippled under its feet, and the hideous body instantly bounced up and rushed towards Ye Qingcheng.

"Huh!!" With a flick of his fingers, a terrifying purple scythe shadow swept in front of Ye Qingcheng.

This kind of rapid speed made Ye Qingcheng frightened, but he couldn't help but rejoice. This kind of high-level poisonous puppet refined by using blood spirits and spells can exert the power of slaughtering thousands of armies in the hands of powerful puppeteers. However, Yu Huo obviously does not have enough mental power, and his means are not clever, and in his hands, it is simply a tyrannical thing.

However, even if the controller is not good, it is a dangerous thing to have such a good drug puppet. Even if Ye Qingcheng was lucky, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

He didn't fight back immediately, but kept dodging the poison golem's attacks, testing its specific power first. This terrifying thing is covered in venom, and if you are not careful, it will burst onto his body, causing him to fall into the situation of being poisoned.

"Boom!Boom!......Boom!Boom!T

The sun gradually turned west, and under the bright sunshine, the bewitching and hideous figure of the blood curse poison puppet danced the sickle ferociously in front of Ye Qingcheng, drawing out a ghostly and dangerous sickle poisonous shadow.

The power of the ascending dragon vein in Ye Qingcheng's body seemed to be boiling, surging violently, causing his body to gain a steady stream of power, which was used to dodge the terrifying attack of this move.

Lihuo stared nervously at Ye Qingcheng who was attacked by the blood curse poison puppet, although he was trying his best to find its weakness, but every move of the poison puppet was extremely dangerous, as long as he was hit, he might lose his life. What's more, Yu Huo, who controls the poison puppet, is not far away, and you can clearly see Ye Qingcheng's every move, so as to predict his movement trajectory more accurately.

"Whew!!" A strong wind swirled violently at Ye Qingcheng's feet, he immediately leaped up, and flew into half a step, and a stream of dust and smoke was attracted by his power, forming a soaring smoke dragon, rushing into the sky.

Then, he flipped through the air and landed at the tip of a stone pillar, struggling to shake off the stormy attack of the Blood Curse Poison Golem. Then, without stopping, he jumped up from the front of the stone pillar, raised his sword and rushed towards the fire that was sitting not far away.

However, just as he was about to rush in front of Yu Huo, a terrifying scythe shadow struck.

With its incredible speed, the Blood Curse Poison Puppet flew behind Ye Qingcheng. Then, it stretched out the scythe in its blood claws and stretched it directly to Ye Qingcheng's neck.

Time seems to have frozen in this moment.

The Blood Curse Poison Golem had its back to Ye Qingcheng, and it grabbed the handle of the poisonous scythe with one hand, and the terrifying poisonous blade of the scythe almost licked and licked Ye Qingcheng's neck. As long as the poison puppet gently pulled, the sickle would instantly cut off Ye Qingcheng's head.

At this moment, the sickle was in front of Ye Qingcheng's neck, his eyes widened in horror, and cold sweat condensed on his face. Lihuo was already frightened to the point that his hair stood on end, and a fire spirit floated out of his mouth. Yu Huo, who was sitting in front of Ye Qingcheng, although the wolf was unbearable, had an excited smile.

In the midst of extreme danger, Ye Qingcheng's mind suddenly appeared the eighth form of the Ye Clan's thirteen swords. Before, he had only learned, but he was not proficient in the essence of the Eighth Form. However, at this desperate moment, even if he was not in a hurry to make a move, the power in his body erupted like a volcano, causing him to roar loudly: "Shadow Sword Style!!"