Puppet Yan moved his true character, he didn't want to consume it like Jian Wusan.

The purpose of this time was to kill Chu Yang.

I saw that the puppet Yan's hands were sealed, and he muttered in his mouth: "Puppet Dao, ten thousand ghost puppets!" ”

In an instant, above the puppet rock, a space gate appeared, and the sound of countless ghosts whistling came out of it, and after a while, one after another, floating ghosts, dragging a chain, floated out of the space gate.

"This is, Ten Thousand Ghost Puppets?"

Yan Rou was taken aback and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that Puppet Yan had practiced this trick!" ”

Looking at the environment that suddenly became gloomy, Bai Ze asked, "Miss Yanrou, what is this Ten Thousand Ghost Puppet?" Why do I always feel that it's not a good thing? ”

Yan Rou's eyes narrowed slightly, and explained: "It is rumored that inside the mountain gate of the Divine Puppet Sect, an evil ghost is suppressed. ”

"This evil ghost is proficient in puppetry, the art of materialization, and the Divine Puppet Sect was established precisely because of the evil ghost's instructions."

"The Divine Puppet Sect provides blood food for the evil ghosts, and the evil ghosts are the guardian of the mountain gate of the Divine Puppet Sect, and even separates a wisp of doppelganger and sends it within the Divine Puppet Sect, and whenever the disciples of the Divine Puppet Sect encounter an unsolvable danger, they can summon the power of the evil ghost's blow."

"However, the price of this Ten Thousand Ghost Puppet is very high, so only the disciples who have made great contributions to the Divine Puppet Sect will be given."

"Demon blood food?" Bai Ze frowned and said, "Is it to sacrifice living beings?" ”

Yanrou nodded.

"Many people in the Immortal Cultivation Realm know this secret, but the Divine Puppet Sect has that evil ghost to protect him, and no one in the entire Eastern Wilderness dares to attack him."

"Moreover, in the eyes of those sect forces, those who are sacrificed are all mortals, and it is harmless."

While several people were talking.

The space gate in the field has sunk to the bottom, and one by one the evil ghosts floating in the sky pull the chains on their bodies, and pull out a piece of arm covered with scales and lifeless from the space gate.

One end of the arm was connected to the door of space, and above the other end, there was a wooden knife in his hand, and his breath was terrifying, and many monks around him were beating faster under the influence of his arm.

Jian Wusan did not sit still, but stood in front of his chest with the sword in both hands, and whispered the nameless scriptures in his mouth.

At the same time, a figure that seemed to come from ancient times, condensed behind Jian Wusan, seemed to be a swordsman with a sword in both hands, and like a knight praying to the sky with a sword.

"It's ......"

"Sword Palace Peerless, one of the thirteen swords, the Holy Sword Style?"

Some well-informed monks exclaimed.

"Is it the Holy Sword Style, one of the thirteen swords that no one has comprehended in the Sword Palace?"

"Yes, I didn't expect Jian Wusan to be so amazingly talented, even the Holy Sword Style can participate, this time the Sword Palace has picked up a treasure."

There are also people who don't understand, looking at the figure behind Jian Wusan, and asking curiously.

The elder monk explained, "It was a powerful swordsman, said to have come from the other side of the sea, who had crossed the ocean in the Great War of Buddhism and left a legacy in the Eastern Wilderness. ”

"After becoming a red dust fairy, I returned to my homeland."

"In other words, the Sword Palace is a red dust immortal, the power that was once left?"

"Not bad!" The elder monk nodded, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that since the original Thirteen Sages of the Sword Palace comprehended the martial arts left by the swordsman, after comprehending the Thirteen Swords, no one has been able to comprehend the swordsman's mastery, so the Sword Palace has gradually declined here." ”

"Now that Jian Wusan is one of the thirteen swords, maybe in many years, the Sword Palace will rise again."

On one side is the Dao left by the Red Dust Fairy, and on the other side is the arrival of the evil ghost clone, which is stronger and which is weak, and it is about to be decided.

"Thirteen holy swords, slaughter all enemies."

"There is a sword coming from the south, breaking the evil and slashing the charm."

"The heavens are swaying, my way is prosperous, the holy sword is cast, and the demons are broken!"

As Jian Wusan muttered and prayed, the phantom behind him gradually condensed, and then followed Jian Wusan's movements, holding the sword with both hands, and then raising it.

On the other side, the demonic hand that appeared above the puppet rock also revived at this time, holding the wooden sword, and slashed towards Jian Wusan and the other phantoms behind him.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

There was a violent collision sound, and the smoke and dust around it were overwhelming.

After the smoke cleared, everyone hurriedly looked.

I saw Jian Wusan kneeling on the ground on one knee, with a trace of blood on his mouth, but Puppet Yan did not move at all.

"This ......"

"Jian Wusan has been defeated, and that's right, Puppet Rock is the top ten existence on the Hidden Dragon List after all."

"Hey, I thought I could witness history."

The monks sighed, but took it for granted.

Jian Wusan is indeed amazing, but it has not been a few days since he comprehended the way of practicing swords in a dream, and if there is enough time for him to grow, it is not certain who will be strong and who will be weak in the future.

"I'm defeated!"

Jian Wusan's eyes were a little gloomy, no matter what the reason was, defeat was defeat.

"You are very strong, if you are given time, you may be able to surpass me."

The god puppet condescended, looking down at Jian Wusan, "So, I can't give you a chance, you can die now." ”

As he spoke, the puppet was about to do it.

But at this moment, Bai Ze flew out, stood in front of Jian Wusan, and said in a low voice: "That's enough, since Jian Wusan has already admitted defeat, why rush to kill them all?" ”

Puppet Yan frowned slightly, and said, "Who are you?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, you can't make a move!"

Bai Ze's attitude was firm, and Jian Wusan behind him took a deep breath and said: "This brother, this person is fierce and vicious, you don't have to stand up for Jian. ”

He knew that this young man had been following Chu Yang's side, but he didn't know his name.

Besides, who is Golem?

Even though he knew that Chu Yang was amazingly talented, Jian Wusan didn't know the bottom in his heart, and he wasn't sure if Chu Yang could persist under Puppet Yan.

"Don't worry, since you have already followed my eldest brother Chuyang, then we will be brothers in the future."

"The guy standing on the back of a bird in the sky, I, Bai Ze, are here to fight you!"

Puppet Yan smiled disdainfully, "An unknown junior is also worthy of fighting me?" ”

I saw Puppet Yan wave his hand, and in the crowd, a young monk immediately walked out.

This is a descendant disciple of the Hermit Sect, who followed Puppet Rock when he was a child, and now he is the forty-seventh existence on the Hidden Dragon List, clearing all obstacles for Puppet Rock.

"Hehe, boy, if you want to fight with my son-in-law, then I'll talk about it first."

The young man's expression was cold, and he didn't take Bai Ze seriously in the slightest.

"In that case, let's fight!"

Bai Ze said, and then his eyes attacked the young man.

Although the young man was extremely disdainful, he still reached out to resist.

"Bang!"

However, to everyone's surprise, with just one move, the young man flew upside down and landed in front of the onlookers, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn, I was careless, I don't count this time, come again!"

The young man finally realized that he was holding on to his big position and began to get serious......