In front of me was a relatively open field, quiet without the slightest sound or shadow.

Mo Fan himself used to be a master of refining weapons and combining formations, and the 'Thousand Wood Wutong Array' was his own casual work back then, so he knew that Li Daren opened a small stove for himself, and directly sent him half the way to the intersection of the door of life and death.

Although this is not cheating, but because of his too fast progress, according to the independent operation rules of the Thousand Tree Sycamore Array, the next journey is only afraid that it will be a lot more difficult!

What's more, there are also elusive brothers and sisters who are waiting for rabbits everywhere.

"Really, I'm always giving me a problem. Mo Fan flicked his sleeves, tilted his head, and muttered a little casually.

The black umbrella on his back shook excitedly, as if he wanted to convey something, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Mo Fan.

"What are you doing, there are so many pairs of eyes! You don't want to expose me!"

But I couldn't stand the thing and had been shaking like a seizure, one person and one umbrella fought for two rounds at Mo Fan's undeveloped Lingtai, because the big black umbrella was skilled, Mo Fan finally had to compromises to take the black umbrella in his hand with a stinky face, and muttered on the Lingtai,

"You'll have to give me some restraint later! I haven't even started yet, I haven't reaped any benefits yet, if you expose it early, I will definitely not protect you!"

The answer is that the black umbrella is pumped hard, but this is not painful at all for Mo Fan, who has a golden wood body, just when this thing is smoked again.

Quickly reaching a consensus, he copied the black umbrella that he had finally obediently followed, recalculated the direction, and poked hard towards the corner of the square.

"Let's get to work!"

The sound of a 'click, click' sound of a winch came from the walls of bones. After a while, as if some forbidden magic trick had been imposed, a large number of tender green grass mustard frantically rose from the bones, and the green grass full of vitality brought up a pure aura like spring breeze and rain, swinging slowly and softly, as if trying to wash away the dead qi around Mo Fan that had been contaminated before.

Mo Fan frowned, but he didn't buy it, the huge divine soul pressed down, the black umbrella trembled, turned into a long sword, and fiercely slashed at the two tufts of grass at his feet that wanted to secretly tie up his actions!

Although the Gate of Death is a fierce gate, it is only suitable for torture and fighting, hunting and killing, but because of the inexhaustible power, the attack is more lingering and endless.

Death is a different kind of crisp and neat, but life has another kind of torture and cruelty.

I saw that the grass was wrapped around Mo Fan, and the mechanism under the square was immediately activated at the same time, and the sound of 'click, click' began to sound in pieces, and in just a few breaths, four puppets composed of grass and bones had already surrounded Mo Fan.

The first puppet held a spear made of sharp, cold and dead air, and the second puppet held a net woven from the spring grass, and if you looked closely, the knots of the grass stems were still wrapped around the sharp teeth of the demon beast, if it was really entangled, I was afraid that if I didn't die, I would have to take off half of the bloody skin!

The second puppet held a bone knife engraved with a triple spirit array of poisoning, bloodletting, and retardation, while the last puppet carried a whip made of a psychedelic snake demon tanned from vine wood, and made a hunting sound as it swung.

The puppet is a large branch of refining, and has developed a complete enough system for a long time, the lowest puppet is slow to move, which is about comparable to the martial artist in the qi refining period (analogous to the level of the monk), and then there are the puppets that can make smooth movements, and can face the monks of the mortal realm without falling behind;

As for further up...... Mo Fan didn't have much contact, but he also knew that it should not be underestimated.

He was not interested in puppets at first, and only refined a pair of puppet brothers who could cooperate with each other like twins and handle the daily life of the Heavenly Palace, and then he left to refine 'Taiyi'.

After standing in the Fallen Immortal Valley, I didn't know if the pair of puppets were still in the Heavenly Palace......

Perhaps, because of the lack of spiritual power, he has died in the Heavenly Palace, right?

But fortunately, now it's just a small test in the 'Thousand Wood Sycamore Array', even if these four puppets can really match each other, in terms of autonomy and threat, it will definitely lower the boss by a notch-

Anyway, he just needs to get rid of them all!

"It's really not very polite little cutie!" Mo Fan shook his head, moved his shoulders and neck again, warmed up a little, and muttered to himself, "It's really not as pleasing as those two children in Chonghua!"

With a 'bang', the puppet holding the net was the first to move. The flexible net suddenly tripled, and the head of the pocket was about to cover Mo Fan, and the rest of the puppets waited for the opportunity to guerrilla movements, as if they wanted to eliminate Mo Fan directly within one blow.

Even if you can't succeed at the first level, you will strive to trap Mo Fan here to the greatest extent!

Although Mo Fan's strength before his death was not at the forefront of the Canglan Continent, in terms of combat experience, endless refining gadgets, and even actual combat ability, it was enough to crush many people.

The black umbrella was at his side, his slender fingers brought out a trace of red flames as he moved, and his eyes were pure and sharp at the moment, fearlessly scurrying against the barbed net bully. The sun, moon, stars, thunder and fire are extremely destructive, and the palm with the fire cut through the net at once, holding the first puppet and throwing it towards the third puppet holding the bone knife with his net, twisting his waist and pressing down slightly, raising his leg and sweeping it away without hesitation!

The third puppet slowed down because of the fact that something was attached to the spirit array, and the barbed net was firmly fixed to its body at the moment, making it even stumble a little when it moved. Kicked by Mo Fan's legs, it involuntarily stumbled to the side for a few steps, just catching up with the spear of the first puppet, and immediately poked it along with the first puppet, and died at the same time with a 'bang'.

But this beautiful borrowing force failed to give Mo Fan any respite, and there was a crackling sound, and the fourth puppet man made a move.

If it weren't for Mo Fan's early defense, the long sword formed by the black umbrella would always be on his side, but I was afraid that this whip would have fallen into the psychedelic effect of the snake demon vine wood.

"Tsk!" Mo Fan smacked his mouth in displeasure, and first cut off the head of the second puppet cleanly, and then a lower waist avoided the surprise attack of the whip, and the whole person rolled to the side, running straight to the original calculated passage.

He doesn't plan to fall in love, he wants to run away first!

Fight and fight, and no one stipulates that all the puppets must be destroyed before it is finished.

But if this Thousand Wood Sycamore Array can really make him pass the test so easily, where can he become a ruthless character that Aoki Gate has never abdicated in the recruitment of disciples since its inception?

The sound of the 'click, click' winch sounded again, the labyrinth array moved again, and countless wooden cones rose from the ground, turning into sturdy puppets in the exclamations outside the field.

They may not be as vigorous as the first four puppets, but they are more durable and indestructible with the help of mechanisms, like moths that are not afraid of death, attacking Mo Fan one after another!

It was only at this moment that Mo Fan finally understood why Li Daren wanted to 'show himself well'.

What the fuck is this!

He has not yet refined his qi into his body, and even if his physical body is quite strong and smooth because of the golden and wooden body, he can't stand up to his lack of spiritual power! Even if his divine soul is strong enough and his soul sense can attract some spiritual power, what ability can he have to resist in the face of this puppet attacking him, if there are not hundreds but dozens of puppets attacking him?

You can take yourself away in waves, okay?

And it's a good table...... Which form should I get to be good?

The memory of climbing and rolling from the bottom at a young age was already far away from Lord Demon Venerable, and Mo Fan couldn't think of any tricks while fighting, so he had to touch his nose and slash as much as he could.

Come one to fight one, come two to cut a pair, anyway, if he overturns this group of puppets, he must be 'prominent table' and doesn't have to run, so he can knock down a few and count a few!

He was fighting hotly here, and in order not to exhaust himself, he took the fourth puppet like a kite and ran around among the puppets, so he finally controlled the scene.

"Tsk!" The refiner is good at calculation, Mo Fan is not very fond of the world, it is obvious that if this situation continues like this, even if it is supported until the end of the assessment, it will not be possible for him to get out of the door all at once, he has always been arbitrary, and he is too lazy to waste time in directions caused by non-interest......

The huge Divine Soul was mobilized, and countless Soul Senses radiated out like flying arrows, freezing the picture in an instant with all the light curtains outside the array that were responsible for tracking the young man's watch.

The black umbrella struggled excitedly in his hand, and this time he turned his wrist cooperatively, and pulled a slender black stick engraved with 'sign, one leaf obscure' from the umbrella bone.

Mo Fan gently threw the black stick into the sky.

The overwhelming black light instantly replaced all the light curtains outside the array, and the purple-red flamelight suddenly filled the entire square, and the puppets that followed one after another were like moths blindly fighting fires, and under Mo Fan's deliberate mobilization, they were like running torches in the labyrinth array of dry bones. And because of the special effects of the sun, moon, stars, thunder and fire, when the puppeteer is burned out in the final point of the physical body, the ashes become fire, and the dry bones all over the ground become new fuel, and in a moment, it will continue into an ocean of fire.

In the sea of fire, Mo Fan's soul consciousness clearly saw a path that burned forward unhindered and always moved forward. He tapped his feet, and moved forward firmly, swiftly towards the only way out.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had already rushed straight to the door of life as if he had opened a hanging!