Around the tomb, there was no grass, surrounded by a thick dead air, Jun Qinghan's breathing instantly became a lot more suppressed, looking at the desolate tombstone, a smile crossed the corner of his mouth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The underworld immediately came out of Jun Qinghan's body, mixed with a fierce bloody aura, and galloped away into the distance.

At the same time, the dragon hovering above the spear roared, holding its injured body, and ran to another place.

Running forward, Jun Qinghan circled around the tomb three times, and then jumped on top of the tomb, his hands were sealed, his cloak covered his body, and his whole body was suddenly hidden in the air.

After just a few breaths, the old man in white stood where Jun Qinghan had stopped before, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he smiled contemptuously, "Hmph! I thought that the soldiers were divided into two ways, so I couldn't find you in the suspicious array?"

The dry hand waved, "Divide me into two teams, one pair of south and one pair of north, chase me, this time I must not let him run for me."

In the jungle, the worship of the one hundred and ten people and eight banners of the ancient clan was suddenly divided into two teams, chasing and killing along the blood emanating from the air, and a sneer appeared in his heart, "What if you run again, but you can't cover up the heavy smell of blood on your body."

Watching everyone leave, Jun Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief and stood up on the grave, "If it weren't for the dead breath coming out of the grave that covered up his bloody breath, he would definitely die after a long time."

Suddenly, the cold hairs on my back suddenly rose!

Jun Qinghan suddenly turned around and found that a fine iron giant was staring at him with a tiger's eye, his eyes were blank, but he was full of hostility towards Jun Qinghan, his steps were frustrated, and he made a sonorous sound.

"Puppet?!"

Jun Qinghan looked at the iron giant in front of him, his pupils shrank, and he said in astonishment, "Puppet of the Purple Flag Realm!"

With a flick of his body, Jun Qinghan's body shook rapidly, distanced himself from the puppet, looked at the huge tombstone, his face suddenly became weird, the inscription was simple, and the handwriting on it was strong and arrogant:

The tomb of the Heavenly Xuan Sword Emperor should be unwanted!

In the dark eyes, there was a slight smile, "The Heavenly Xuan Sword Emperor should not ask for anything, the Black Flag Realm, the powerhouse of the Fengyun Continent thirty years ago, every thought of it was dead here."

The puppet on the grave, looking at Jun Qinghan below, crossed his hands and tore out sparks, making a sound of fine iron resonating, and his footsteps were a little bit, like a meteor, slashing towards Jun Qinghan.

Jun was slightly shocked, his body swept rapidly, and the halberd stabbed against the puppet's chest.

"Zheng!"

Jun Qinghan's palms trembled, his arms were numb, on the other hand, there was only a dent on the puppet's chest, and the speed slowed down slightly towards Jun Qinghan, his eyes were blank, but he was fierce.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, his hands controlled the heavenly clothes to resist the dust and wind, restrained the puppet's whole body, and took advantage of the moment when the puppet's speed slowed down, the blood-stained long sword slashed towards the puppet's body.

"Shhh

A series of sparks emerge from the puppet's body!

The puppet snorted, the fine iron of the whole body was sonorous, and the momentum was churning like a dead breath, and the fine iron fists were clenched, bright red as charcoal, like a cheetah, and smashed towards Jun Qinghan.

The soles of his feet slid down, and Jun Qinghan's body suddenly collapsed!

"Poof!"

Blood splashed, and at the same time as Jun Qinghan frustrated, the puppet actually shifted in the air, directly hitting Jun Qinghan's chest, and the sternum made a clanging sound, and under the collision, it shattered inch by inch.

Jun Qinghan's complexion suddenly turned white.

wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the puppet in front of him fiercely, surrounded by wind and thunder, and his momentum faintly became elegant.

The puppet grinned, and slammed into the air towards Jun Qinghan with a punch, and the fist wind swept in all directions, like a smiling tiger, and under the long roar, the mountains and forests shook.

The thunder on the soles of Jun Qinghan's feet exploded, surrounded by strong winds, floating in the air, but the speed was extremely fast, like wind and lightning, pulling the afterimage in the air, like the moment when the white snake spits out the letter, there is a momentum of thousands of miles of thunder.

One person, one puppet, suddenly fighting in the air!

The biggest disadvantage of the puppet is that it has no consciousness of its own, only knows how to use brute force, and cannot form a fist shadow and hurt people in the air.

However, Jun Qinghan's face faintly revealed an abnormal flush, and the suppressed injuries all over his body began to rebound, if the puppet punched again, its power to shake the mountain and destroy Yue would definitely die.

Fighting, the best!

Jun Qinghan gritted his teeth, and while dodging, the long sword swirled wildly on the ground, not only turning up the dirt around the tomb, making a cave just where he was hiding, and gradually extending towards the bottom of the tomb.

When the cave reached a certain depth, Jun Qinghan added the upturned soil to the cave again, covering it very secretly with dry weeds.

Last night, looking at the puppet that became more and more courageous, his heart was slightly shocked, and the puppet's godless eyes gradually radiated a shining white light, and his combat power rose sharply.

The puppet's moves are no longer brute force!

Jun Qinghan's face changed drastically, "Evolve a puppet!"

The soles of his feet thundered and exploded, and while the puppet had not yet fully evolved, his footsteps faltered rapidly in the air and fled from this place......

The puppet made a sound around his body, and his originally dark body gradually turned silvery-white, and the originally thick and dead breath suddenly became fierce, and his body flicked, rising into the air and chasing towards Jun Qinghan.

However, three breaths, the puppet that had not yet fully evolved had already appeared behind Jun Qinghan, less than a foot, and the silver iron-boned arm slammed towards Jun Qinghan, and the wild and fierce fist wind made Jun Qinghan's back chill.

The wind surging in the dust, immediately formed a wall of wind in the back, and behind the wall of wind, there was a wall of thunder!

"Boom!"

The fist smashed on the wind wall, and the entire wind wall fell backwards, and then shattered, and the fist fell on the thunder wall, and the violent energy collided together, and the thunder and lightning instantly dimmed.

Without a single breath, the thunder wall shattered, and the silver iron fist slammed down on Jun Qinghan's shoulder blades.

"Kuku!"

The strength of his back trembled, Jun Qinghan's entire body flew forward in an instant, his shoulder blades were misaligned with his body, and they shattered, Jun Qinghan's face was distorted, he endured the pain in his heart, and fell to the ground, his right arm was completely unconscious.

Looking at the puppet that came rushing again, his pupils shrank sharply......

Suddenly, the puppet stopped in front of Jun Qinghan's feet, its silver eyes flashed, its body turned stiffly, and it walked towards the grave.

Jun Qinghan was slightly stunned, struggled to stand up, and smiled happily, where he was lying just now, the flowers and plants were flourishing all around, but the soles of his feet were not a single grass.

It's at the crossroads of death and life!

"Fortunately, this evolutionary puppet is designed to protect the tomb and has a fixed range of movement, so it can't cross the line, otherwise it won't die in the worship of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, but will die at the hands of the Iron Shell."

Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, and Jun Qinghan held his crippled right arm with his left hand, stumbling in the direction of the dragon clan.

An hour later, the old man in white and the worshipper of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan came to the place where Jun Qinghan disappeared before, and after tracking for hours, they finally found that they had been chasing the prey for a long time, and there was no trace of Jun Qinghan at all, so they immediately turned back.

Looking at the lifeless hell in front of him, the old man in white waved his hand, "Go in, he must have used the dead air here to cover up the smell of blood on his body."

So saying, the hundred and ten people went towards the grave......

"Sonorous sonor!"

In front of everyone, a silver-white figure suddenly appeared, and his fists were like huge hammers, smashing the heads of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan.

However, after smashing the two of them, the Eight Banners Ancient Clan worshippers reacted, pulled out the sword soldiers on their bodies, and slashed towards the silver and white puppets, turning out the sound of gold and iron, as well as splashing sparks.

Behind everyone, the old man in white had a bright face, "A lonely tomb, guarded by an evolved silver-white puppet, is definitely not simple", and whispered to everyone: "Attack his head!"

Many of the worshippers of the White Flag Ancient Clan reacted and avoided the puppet's frontal attack, and all the power fell behind the head of the Silver and White Golem.

"Woohoo!"

The back of the head was attacked, the silver-white pupils instantly dilated, the color of the surrounding body suddenly became pitch black, and the puppet had a slight crack around it, but ten breaths shattered into a pile of scrap metal.

The Eight Banners Ancient Clan worshiped and wiped the sweat on their foreheads, "They are all purple flags, but if they meet on a narrow road, if they don't know the fatal weakness of their puppets, they are likely to die."

"The Heavenly Xuan Sword Emperor should ask for nothing!"

Looking at the quaint inscription, the old man in white had a gleam in his eyes, "The grave of the black flag powerhouse!"

Not only him, but everyone present had a light in their eyes, "Black Flag powerhouse, if they can become Black Flag powerhouse, they will inevitably rise to a status in the clan."

The old man in white walked around the grave a few times, slowly brushed away the weeds, looked at the renovated soil, and frowned slightly...... (To be continued.) )