Seeing this surge, Wang Shuo felt bad in his heart, shook his head and sighed: "In the world of cultivating immortals, there should be no political power, retrograde, there will be this day!"

After Wang Shuo hesitated, he no longer paid attention to the army, stepped on the back of the snow sculpture and hurried towards the east.

...

After a while, Wang Shuo paused, used a gourd to close the snow sculpture, jumped down suddenly, and landed in a jungle.

A trail of blood on the ground is still visible, and it is clear that there was a fight here not long ago.

"At this point, the snow sculpture connection has disappeared!" Wang Shuo said with a solemn expression.

If it is really his own snow sculpture that was killed here, then Tie Chengshan is only afraid of more evil and less auspicious.

Wang Shuo dispersed his divine sense, urged the concealment technique, and turned into a wind and hurried forward.

However, less than a hundred feet forward, Wang Shuo only felt that he seemed to have kicked a silk thread under his feet, and immediately smashed it face to the ground.

At the same time, a spell lit up in the sky, turning into Dao Dao spiritual light and falling everywhere in Wang Shuo's radius of dozens of zhang.

Before Wang Shuo could get up, the snow rolled and folded like a mechanism, splitting the exit opening, and out of it came out of it one by one puppets carrying wooden boxes on their backs.

As soon as the puppet Fang appeared, a small flag immediately drilled out of his left and right palms.

The puppet holds a red flag in his left hand, with a triangle and a gold edge, painted on the ground, and a green flag in his right hand, falling from all directions, and a tiger descending from the mountain.

Counting them down, there are twelve puppets, each of which is finely worked, full of runes, and even the mechanism on one elbow is complicated and difficult to understand.

Wang Shuo got up suddenly, and when he saw the puppets around him, his expression immediately changed, and he counted a total of twelve, and his heart was even more shocked.

This puppet Wang Shuo recognized that it was a complete set of puppets, recorded in "Ten Thousand Households of Heavenly Machines", this puppet was called the Sword Shrine Puppet, and the formation of the twelve Sword Shrine Puppets was the highest standard, which was specially used to capture the Yuan Infant Monk.

Wang Shuo clenched his fists, and a trace of cold sweat precipitated on his forehead: "This kind of hand comparison is none other than the Jindan monk of the Heavenly Machine Sect!"

Wang Shuo's eyes rolled, and he jumped into the air and flew into the air, but on the way, a flash of spiritual light, a golden light curtain suddenly appeared, causing Wang Shuo to crash headlong.

The golden light curtain was hit by Wang Shuo, and there was no reaction, obviously it was no longer something that Wang Shuo could break with his huge strength.

After Wang Shuo fell to the ground, his mind was thinking quickly, and the blue light flashed in his hand, and a cyan rune bow immediately appeared.

The formation under Wang Shuo's feet is only enough for the true disciples of the Tianji Sect to learn. When this formation is there, there is no need for the monk to urge, and it is all up to the formation to urge the puppet according to the fluctuation of the enemy's spiritual power.

As soon as Wang Shuo summoned the bow, a puppet in front of Wang Shuo raised a green flag in his right hand, and the remaining eleven puppets raised a red flag in his left hand.

Suddenly, the wooden box behind the green flag puppet was left and right, and ten long swords covered with runes spread out like folding fans, and the runes around the rest of the red flag puppets lit up, holding up a shield of the same color as the golden barrier.

As soon as Wang Shuo pulled the bowstring, he immediately condensed a totemic arrow and aimed it at the puppet.

The moment the bow was drawn, the runes on the ten flying swords quickly lit up, but they were not unsheathed.

Wang Shuo didn't even dare to breathe at this time, and he couldn't shoot the arrow with the bowstring in his hand.

However, for a long time, the flying sword behind the puppet was only humming, but it never flew out of the wooden box.

Wang Shuo's eyes narrowed: "Since it is an attack based on the fluctuation of the enemy's spiritual power, as long as I don't attack, then this puppet shouldn't attack me!"

Wang Shuo withdrew the bow and arrow in his hand, turned into a rune treasure and pinched it in his hand, and the flying sword behind the puppet immediately disappeared and was put into the wooden box.