About two kilometers away from Ye Wuwu, Cang Yangcuo and Liu Cheng stopped.

Around them, a total of six golems came out, and these golems were different from the ones they had seen before.

In the past, whether it was the puppet they killed at night, or the five puppets that had just lured them away, they were actually one level, that is, a martial artist equivalent to the three-rank realm.

Of course, in fact, these puppets should be slightly stronger than ordinary three-rank martial artists, after all, people are afraid of pain, and puppets are dead things, and dare to directly hit the hard.

At the beginning, the two third-grade puppets were cleaned up in a short time, and they were faster than Ye Wuwu, so he also helped Liu Cheng solve his puppet by the way.

As a result, six brand-new puppets appeared around the corner, and these puppets were all second-grade realms, and they were the pinnacle of second-grade ones.

Six second-grade peak puppets who are not afraid of pain or injury can even fight in the first-grade realm.

Liu Cheng didn't react at the time, and was directly grabbed by Cang Yangcuo and ran, as if he was carrying a chicken.

But at the moment, he was still caught up.

The thick fog surged, and at this moment it was separated to both sides, and a figure walked out of it.

Zhang Mingxuan's eyes were flat, looking at Cang Yangcuo and Liu Cheng in front of him, and slowly spoke.

"No wonder I have broken several puppets in a row, it turned out to be a Buddhist person, and now it appears here, it must be the current Buddhism walking?"

Liu Cheng on the side was stunned when he heard this, he was also a four-grade martial artist who had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he could still understand what it meant when Buddhism walked.

Although Cangyangcuo was facing the enemy at this moment, he still folded his hands and said softly.

"Amitabha, what does the donor mean by this?"

Zhang Mingxuan just said calmly: "Entrusted by others, monk, read that you are a Buddha, let you have a little affection, you go down the mountain." ”

The contemporary Buddha of Buddhism, walking in the rivers and lakes, Rao is the mysterious origin of the organization behind Zhang Mingxuan, and the power is monstrous, but he also does not want to provoke the other party, it is one thing not to be afraid, but it is another thing to cause trouble.

Therefore, Zhang Mingxuan let the other party leave at this moment, he thought that he had given the other party enough face, you must know that before, he was also the Taoist of the Daomen.

But Cang Yangcuo only shook his head slightly.

He is different from the ordinary warriors who come to mix up some silver and fame, and this time he came to participate in the suppression of bandits in this official mansion just for one thing.

That is for the right way.

For the good of his heart.

This is also the path he walked, walking the rivers and lakes, doing good in the world, this is Buddhism, or rather, this is Cangyangcuo.

Right now, he won't retreat no matter what, even if he dies.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Zhang Mingxuan was slightly stunned at first, then shook his head, his eyes turned cold.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

Zhang Mingxuan scolded, and then waved his sleeves, and actually disappeared into the fog again. 、

Daomen cultivation, different from ordinary Jianghu martial artists, in addition to the internal force moves of the exercises, they also have a style called Dao Law.

Of course, there are all kinds of formations, as well as alchemy, Zhang Mingxuan was a Taoist before, and his attainments in this area are naturally not shallow, this mountain of fog is not due to the weather, but by manpower.

The six second-grade puppets that were originally silent around were now instructed to rush towards Cangyangcuo one by one.

Cang Yangcuo frowned slightly, and then turned to Liu Chengdao beside him.

"Donor, please retreat first, their target is mine, and the little monk is powerless to take care of you."

Liu Cheng gritted his teeth, according to his character, he was by no means a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, but he also clearly realized that the battle in front of him was not something he could participate in, and staying here would only become a burden to the other party.

He is not a mother-in-law's mother-in-law, and he shoots directly into the distance at the moment.

Seeing the other party leaving, Cang Yangcuo suddenly had a hint of brilliance in his originally gray eyes, and then an internal force that was more powerful than Fang Cai exploded.

Fight against six second-grade puppets on your own.

The first puppet was in front of Cang Yangcuo at the moment, and the puppet was still holding a scimitar in his hand, and at this moment it slashed downward, and the blade broke through the air, making a burst of explosion.

Cang Yangcuo's body didn't move, but just punched forward.

The blade slashed at Cangyangcuo's body, but it was like encountering an iron stone, and he couldn't cut it down.

At the same time, Cang Yangcuo's fist also hit the puppet.

The puppet shook violently, and then flew backwards like a meteor, flying into the mist, until it stopped at a distance of dozens of feet, and the puppet's chest was hit with a huge penetrating wound at this moment.

But no blood came out of the wound, and the puppet only stopped on the ground for a moment before getting up and rushing towards Cangyangcuo.

And at this moment, the battle has reached a stalemate.

For some reason, the puppet's one move and one style, although it is also a real second-grade realm, cannot cause harm to Cangyangcuo.

On Cang Yangcuo's side, even if the puppet's head was blown up, the puppet only stopped for a few seconds before participating in the battle again.

Cangyangcuo also noticed the problem, so he began to try to get rid of the golems' legs.

Sure enough, after breaking the legs of a puppet, the puppet lay on the ground and did not move.

But in this case, there are still five puppets.

Cang Yangcuo's eyes were still flat, but his expression became more and more solemn.

In the fog a little farther away, Zhang Mingxuan stood with his hands in his hands, although through the fog, Zhang Mingxuan was well aware of every move that happened in the battle.

The puppet's moves didn't do any harm to Cang Yangcuo, and he knew it.

At that moment, Zhang Mingxuan's eyes were slightly surprised, but then he shook his head and chuckled.

"The King Kong of Buddhism is not bad, and it is impossible to see it for a hundred years, but today I saw it, and it is really a little amazing."

But then, his expression was slightly regretful.

"It's a pity, after all, it is still not to the realm of a grade, the body of King Kong also has limitations, Buddhism is full of pedantic people, the ancestor often said that the more powerful the Confucian, the more pedantic, but in my opinion, compared with these monks of Buddhism, those sour and rotten Confucians can also accept it."

Speaking of this, Zhang Mingxuan looked stunned, seemed to think of something, and sneered.

"Forget, I'm just a traitor to the Daomen, how can there be any ancestral master."

As he spoke, he was about to stride forward, but the battle situation in front of him no longer meant much to him.

Buddhism and Buddha, although the vajra body is powerful, it is still a second-grade realm after all, and it can't last long.

As for the damaged puppets, Zhang Mingxuan didn't pay attention to it, as long as he gave himself time for materials, he could do as much as he wanted.

But just when he had just walked a few steps, Zhang Mingxuan frowned slightly, and his forward steps suddenly stopped.

A stone flashed with the sound of breaking the sky.

Judging by the strength of his throwing, even if he is a martial artist in the second-grade realm, if he is not careful, he will definitely be finished.

And this stone is aimed at Zhang Mingxuan's head.

In the face of such a change, Zhang Mingxuan's expression did not change much, and he just smiled forward.

"I thought you slipped away, and I thought I would just let you go, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door, so as not to leak the news here."

The fog rolled in front of Zhang Mingxuan, and a figure walked out of it.

Ye Wuwu held the Linyuan Sword in his hand, looked at Zhang Mingxuan in front of him and smiled slightly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"The people of the Daomen don't go to the mountains to meditate and cultivate immortals, but they actually come to this ghost place to be a thief, is it stupid to cultivate immortals? In these years, anyone can cultivate immortals. ”