The thin boy with his back hunched on his back stepped on the transparent sea of fire barrier and kept approaching everyone.

At this scene, everyone watching it shuddered.

Someone looked horrified and muttered:

"How...... How could it be, how could Xiao Qi still be alive, wasn't he swallowed up by the Fire Spirit Vein River! ”

When the fire spirit vein erupted, magma poured in all directions.

At that time, not all of them came to besiege, and there were also many people in the Imperial Dragon Adventure Group who were resting in the camp, and Xiao Qi was one of them.

There is no doubt that those who remained in the camp died.

Even the geniuses of the East China Sea Sword Sect were no exception.

But now, the boy who crossed the sea of fire is indeed the little seven of their Jibo adventure group, how did he survive?

In other words, why did he survive, and why was he able to cross the sea of fire, could it be that he also had the same secret as Ji Ning, and could he know the laws in this underground palace?

The young man, covered in blood and with a slumped back, was getting closer and closer to them.

Seeing his subordinates come back from the dead, Cui Jibo's face did not have any happy look, but was very stiff, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle, and it seemed that the arrival of the young man made him very frightened.

There is no other reason.

It's really because of the way he runs, the way he jumps, it's too much like the mysterious skeletal yin they met halfway down the road when they first arrived.

It's exactly the same.

Swish!

Suddenly, the young man looked up, his gray face was dark, with a stiff and strange smile, his movements were twisted, and he jumped and fell to a transparent platform, where the space was small, and a strong man with a giant axe had stopped there.

The bodies of the two are attached together.

Looking at the sudden strange young man, the man of the Imperial Dragon Adventure Group froze, and before he could ask anything, Xiao Qi suddenly opened his mouth, and bit the man's neck with excitement and excitement!

Whoa!

The scarlet blood rushed out, and the man screamed in horror, he didn't expect his family to suddenly come out like this, and when he just used his aura to resist, he found that he couldn't lift a little strength in his hands.

He's dead.

The man's corpse became shriveled almost instantly, and a large amount of yang energy and spiritual energy poured into it along the strange young man's mouth and was absorbed by him.

So in an instant, a gust of wind blew around the young man's body.

Cui Jibo's pupils constricted, and he finally guessed what was happening, and shouted in horror:

"It's that skeletal yin thing, he took Xiao Qi away!"

"Run——!"

The people were so frightened that they changed their voices, and they were no longer afraid of the stone formation behind them, and jumped into it one after another.

Even if you are nine deaths in the battle, you have a chance to live, but if you are caught by this puppet yin, you really have no way to live!

"What is this, feminine? It doesn't seem that the realm is high, why did you all run away? ”

Guo Jin's face was pale, his back was to the chaotic stone henge, and he asked in a bit of a panic, when they crossed the sea of fire, they had never seen this puppet yin thing, so that Cui Jibo and others later described to them that they didn't pay attention to it at all.

It's simple, even if it's a three-stage feminine thing? If such a terrifying monster appears in the dungeon, then it is inevitable that all the monks in the dungeon will unite to eradicate this monster.

What's more, Cui Jibo didn't believe in the existence of that monster at all, and he even felt that Cui Jibo and they had encountered hallucinations.

In this underground palace, they have explored a lot of places, and they have never met any living creatures, how could Cui Jibo and the others encounter them as soon as they came, and they are also outrageous yin things with a high realm?

But now, the feminine thing has taken it and come to them.

The first reaction of Guo Jin and others was to attack.

There are so many of us, what are you afraid of him doing?

But he didn't expect that Cui Jibo was so timid that he would directly break into the chaotic stone henge without looking back, it was almost no choice to live, could it be that this yin thing was even more terrible than the chaotic stone henge?

Guo Jin didn't believe it, and neither did the other monks of the Imperial Dragon Adventure Group who were still alive, so after some hesitation, they all stayed.

All this happens in a blink of an eye.

"Ah——!h

There was a heart-rending howl from the Stonehenge, and there was no doubt that a monk had been struck by the red boulder and fell into the hot lava beneath his feet.

Cui Jibo was still struggling in it, all the aura in his body exploded, and he was trapped in a corner, not knowing how long he could last.

At this time, the "little seven" sucked his fingers, the yin qi around his body vibrate, and he stood up straight with his rickety back, making a clicking sound.

He looked at Guo Jin with a greedy smile on his face.

"Mink, why are you wearing such thick clothes?"

"It must have been the bad guy who put it on for you, but don't be afraid, I'll help you take off your clothes."

The young man's body exuded a thick yin qi, and while stripping off his flesh and blood, revealing the white bones inside, he screamed at Guo Jin and pounced, like a terrible ghost asking for his life, and suddenly the entire magma river was filled with a terrifying mist.

"Be careful!"

Guo Jin was stupid by the other party's actions, in the face of the sky-high yin qi, his face turned pale, and he wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't lift a finger no matter what.

A middle-aged monk beside him reacted quickly, took the life-saving magic weapon in his hand early, and threw it out the moment the dead corpse puppet yin crunched over, turning into a butterfly-like shape in the air, spreading a hurricane outward, as if trying to blow away the yin qi.

The other people also reacted and took action against the yin thing, but Guo Jin, who was locked, couldn't move.

Bell ——!

The white bone claws full of blood and silk threads slapped the butterfly magic weapon that spread the hurricane into the magma with a single blow, and the attacks of the rest of the people couldn't stop him for half a moment, and they were all scattered by a single blow.

Everyone, including Guo Jin himself, could only watch the dead corpse puppet pounce on Guo Jin with a perverted smile.

did not bite down as before, but raised his index finger, gently cut the fat man's skin, and said hoarse and excitedly:

"Don't be afraid, mink."

"I'll help you undress, I'll take off your clothes quickly!"

……

……

The other side.

Ji Ning carried Qi Lan on his back and came to the third level depicted on the map.

Different from the previous emptiness, at the end of this land, on the Fire Spirit Vein River, there was actually a bridge, arched bricks, buried deep at the bottom of the Fire Spirit Vein River, which looked very solid.

And at the end of the bridge, you can faintly see that there is a pitch-black stone wall, and there is a big circle on the stone wall, which is the keyhole.

Open that stone wall, and you can get all the inheritance of Futian Sect left by Shen Yu Zhenren!

Looking at the pitch-black stone wall, Xue Zhongjing's expression was also a little excited.

Is it finally coming to an end?

He squatted down, put the seriously injured Zhen Xixi on the ground, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked in a deep voice to Ji Ning:

"Why don't you go to the bridge, is there something boring?"

"Hmm."

Ji Ning nodded, pointed to a black shadow at the highest point on the arched bridge, and said with a solemn expression:

"It's a puppet."

"Refined by the master of this underground palace, it has a certain spirituality, and now that so many years have passed, I don't know if I am still alive."

"Puppet!"

Xue Zhongjing raised his eyebrows, and a gleam burst out of his eyes.

Many years ago, when he was wandering the rivers and lakes, he accidentally got a book in a tomb, which was very old, and it was clearly recorded that a puppet sect from an overseas immortal island joined hands with the descendants of Lu Ban to destroy a force called Futianzong, just to find a magic called thaumaturgy.

However, even in the end, they succeeded in destroying the Futian Sect, but they failed to find the Nathaumaturg technique, and even the bones of the sect master of the Futian Sect could not be found, and the inheritance and other items in the sect had already been transferred.

In that account, it was speculated that the suzerain of Futian Sect would not be able to go far, and the place where he left his inheritance must be in this vast mountain, so all forces joined forces to start searching, exhausted the technique of Qimen to find the pulse, and tortured the remnants of Futian Sect.

But in the end, they only vaguely came to the news that the sect master often went to a certain location in this mountain, and the rest was unknown.

So in the end, on the basis of that account, only the approximate guess of the thaumaturgical burial place of those people was left, as for whether it is accurate, no one knows.

Xue Zhongjing took a deep breath, thinking about the description of thaumaturgy by those people back then, he couldn't help but be a little excited.

The way of the puppet in the world, the first thaumaturgy, you can ascend to the sky in one step when you know it, and the puppet that is refined can be controlled as long as it is at a very low level, and even exert a hundred times its own combat power!

As long as he can get thaumaturgy, he will no longer have to wander in the rivers and lakes like before, and it will only be easy to be invincible in this great northern county land, and maybe even he can establish a sect in this Xuan Domain!

In today's cultivation world, the puppet line has withered, and except for some ghost cultivators in the southern Xinjiang region who know some fur, its scale is far less than the number of people cultivating the formation path.

The once glorious great sect has long since declined, and if he can find thaumaturgy and carry it forward, then his own name will be spread in the cultivation world forever, just like the Luban saint in history!

Thinking of that kind of scene, the establishment of a statue, the admiration of thousands of people, and the worship of incense from generation to generation, Rao is Xue Zhongjing's heart that has been honed on the rivers and lakes for many years, and at this moment, he can't help but breathe extremely fast, looking at the puppet on the bridge is extremely excited.

When he came to this beautiful mountain, he originally just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect that the inheritance place of Futian Sect, which had not been found by the monks of the overseas immortal island, could be found by him.

Now, he is one last step away from obtaining thaumaturgy.

Whatever the puppet on the bridge is, it can't stop him!