Under this grasp, the spear returned to its position like a divine soldier, and in a whirlwind, it fell into his hand, making a trembling sound, as if cheering.

This scene fell in anyone's eyes, and they would not doubt that the ancient divine soldiers had automatically recognized Qiao Yuan as the master.

But only he knew that the moment he grabbed the spear, a cold and penetrating feeling invaded his body, and it seemed to be accompanied by an extremely strong will, which made Qiao Yuan have an urge to kill.

"Little friend, the old man of the Sea Soul Sect Pingqiuzi, if you take the initiative to send the divine soldier out, the old man can guarantee that you can leave this place safely. ”

At the moment when he grabbed the spear, dozens of monks chasing behind him stopped in unison, and one of them, an old man in a purple robe with gray hair, stepped out first, and said in a loud voice.

The name of the Sea Soul Sect's Pingqiu is really not small, as soon as it is reported, many Jindan stage monks are sober, knowing that there are these old monsters of the Yuan Infant Stage here, and they may have no hope of succeeding in this divine weapon.

Qiao Yuan took advantage of this opportunity, bit the tip of his tongue, and forcibly used himself to dispel that impulse, looking at the spear in his hand very solemnly.

"Since the seniors want it, the juniors should give it to themselves. ”

Qiao Yuan turned his head and glanced at the purple-robed old man, and saw that his cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant was already the top among these dozens of monks, so he might as well push the boat and throw this hot potato to him.

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw the spear towards Pingqiuzi, without the slightest reluctance.

"Haha...... , you junior also knows current affairs. ”

Seeing that Qiao Yuan really took the initiative to send out the divine soldier, Pingqiuzi immediately raised his head and laughed, and at the same time, the wind was under his feet, and he flew towards the spear quickly.

He was not the only infant monk here, and the others saw this scene and showed their abilities and went to fight for the spear.

After Qiao Yuan threw out the spear, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that it didn't immediately turn around and fly towards him.

This time, there was no other mistake, the spear was quickly surrounded by more than a dozen Yuan Infant monks, and Ping Qiuzi was the fastest, almost immediately grabbing the end of the gun.

But as soon as he grabbed it, there was a moment of trance, you must know how many people are eyeing this spear at this moment, and in this trance, more than a dozen magic spells fell on him.

Originally, with his cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, since he was facing the siege of more than a dozen Yuan Infant Stage monks, even if he was defeated, he still had some self-protection power.

But Ping Qiuzi never expected that as soon as he held the divine soldier, he had an extremely strong will, as if he wanted to control his mind, so he had this trance.

For this, he paid a great price, his body almost collapsed, and he had to let go of the divine soldier and quickly flee from this place.

Before Pingqiuzi fled, he also glared viciously at the monks who shot at him, as well as Qiao Yuan, who was already far away from here, and secretly said No wonder that junior didn't want a divine soldier, it turned out that it was not a divine soldier, but an evil soldier.

Without the knowledge of the monks, Pingqiuzi had a resentment towards them, and as soon as this resentment appeared, it invisibly spread in all directions, and disappeared.

The spear once again became an ownerless thing, surrounded by many Yuan Infant monks, but for a while, no one dared to step forward to take the gun, for fear that like Pingqiuzi, he would be besieged by everyone and end up seriously injured.

However, this calm only lasted for a moment, and an old man in a blood-colored robe snorted coldly.

"Hmph, Pingqiuzi is really overwhelmed. ”

Everyone turned their heads to look at the old man, and saw that he was dressed in blood-red robes that was very eye-catching, and there was a black coffin hanging in the air behind him, exuding bursts of yin energy.

When most of the monks saw the blood-robed old man, their eyes were filled with deep jealousy, and they knew that he must be a monk from the corpse Dao Gate of Donglai Kingdom when they looked at the coffin behind this person.

The Corpse Dao Gate is extremely mysterious, and few monks walk in the outside world, but its strength is the consensus of the cultivation world.

It is rumored that the monks of the Corpse Dao Sect do not cultivate their own bodies, but specialize in cultivating corpse puppets, as long as the corpse puppets advance, their own cultivation will also advance.

And ordinary high-level monks have more than one corpse puppet, so fighting with corpse Dao sect monks is equivalent to fighting with a group of monks, so their strength is naturally far stronger than ordinary monks.

After the old man in the blood robe finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted the coffin behind him, only to hear a squeak, the coffin lid suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man with a pale face as paper and a dull eye flew out from it.

The middle-aged man was also dressed in a blood-red robe, but his limbs were extremely stiff and lifeless, as if he were a corpse.

But the coercion exuded from his body made the people around him look extremely solemn.

It turned out to be a corpse puppet in the middle of the infant.

The old man in the blood robe seemed to think that a corpse puppet could not suppress the cultivators, and he raised his hand and slapped it again, and the coffin shook a few times, and then a corpse puppet wearing a blood robe flew out of it.

The corpse puppet looked like a beautiful woman in her thirties, with bright red lips and a bleak and bloodless face, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Of course, the most feared thing is that the cultivation of this corpse puppet is also in the middle of the Yuan Infant.

Almost at the moment when the beautiful woman's corpse puppet flew out, there was also a white-haired old man flying out of the coffin, the old man was not like the first two corpse puppets, his eyes were dull, but with a hint of charm, as if he still had sanity.

"This ...... This is a psychic corpse golem?"

The moment he saw the corpse puppet of the old man, a well-informed early Yuan Infant Cultivator's expression immediately changed greatly, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"This Taoist friend is extraordinary, this corpse puppet is the old man's natal corpse puppet, although it has not yet reached the point of psychic, but it is not far behind. ”

The old man in the blood robe originally intended to use a corpse puppet to calm the monks in the audience, but at this moment, when he saw that someone knew the goods, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the person and explained.

Psychic corpse puppet, as the name suggests, is already psychic and intelligent, and has thoughts, this kind of corpse puppet can already be counted as a separate individual, and its combat effectiveness is far from being comparable to that of ordinary corpse golems.

To put it simply, the old man's corpse puppet is also a mid-Yuan infant cultivator, but if it fights with the other two corpse puppets, there is almost no suspense about the outcome of this outcome, and it must be the psychic corpse puppet who wins.

Not to mention the Jindan monks here, there are fifteen Yuan Infant Stage monks, and there are only four Yuan Infant Stage monks, plus the old man in the blood robe.

And now that the old man in the blood robe put on such a formation, he obviously wanted to suppress the cultivators in one fell swoop and win the divine soldiers.

At this moment, some of the early Yuan Infant monks had already retreated, and the other three Yuan Infant Middle Stage monks, although they were unwilling, had to admit that if they fought alone, they would never be the opponent of this blood-robed old man.

"Fellow Daoists, the old man's corpse is a bloody son, today you will sell the old man a thin noodle, and give this magic soldier to the old man, and the old man will definitely remember it. ”

Seeing that the effect of shock and deterrence had been achieved, the old man in the blood robe immediately hugged his fists towards everyone and said loudly.

After the words were spoken, the monks were silent for a while, if they shot together, they would naturally not be afraid of this blood giant, but if they were allowed to escape, and this person would find them alone to settle accounts one by one, then I am afraid it would be a catastrophe.

After thinking about it, many monks have made a decision, their strength is not as good as others, even if they take the divine soldier, it is in vain, just like Qiao Yuan, the divine soldier automatically recognizes the master, but he still has to take the initiative to hand over the divine soldier.

Seeing that most of the monks took a step back, Xuehongzi raised his head and laughed twice, and with a thought, he manipulated the middle-aged man's corpse puppet to fly directly towards the spear.

The other three mid-Yuan Infant monks were unwilling in their hearts, and they were about to make a move, but they only felt a chill coming, and when they turned their heads, they saw Blood Hongzi and the other two corpse puppets staring at them tightly.

At this moment's hesitation, the middle-aged man's corpse puppet already grasped the spear and waved it a few times at will, indicating that it could be completely controlled.

"Haha...... , good gun!"

Blood Hongzi's face showed joy, and he looked up and laughed again.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the monks shook their heads and sighed, ready to turn around and leave, and the three mid-Yuan Infant monks also glanced at each other, with regret and wry smiles on their faces, and were about to fly away into the distance.

But at this moment, everyone suddenly heard a miserable scream, turned their heads to look, and saw the middle-aged man's corpse puppet holding a spear and stabbing into the chest of Blood Hongzi.

Blood Hongzi's eyes widened, and he looked at the corpse puppet in front of him in disbelief, for some reason, he had lost contact with his corpse puppet and could not control it.

But he couldn't think about it too much, and the middle-aged man's corpse puppet jerked his right hand, pulling the spear out of Blood Hongzi's chest, bringing up a large string of blood flowers.

Immediately, the pupils of Blood Hongzi's eyes shrank suddenly, and he saw that the spear stained with blood rapidly expanded in his eyes.

This shot was like destroying his body and taking his life.

Xuehongzi didn't have time to think about it, and in a flash, a palm-sized baby flew out of his dantian, escaped directly from his body, and got into the corpse puppet of the old man not far away.

This scene happened so fast that the monks had just turned around to look, and before they could react, Xuehongzi had already escaped from his body.

And his flesh was shattered into a piece of flesh and blood under that shot, and splattered in all directions.

"This ...... What's going on?"

When the monks saw this scene, they were completely dumbfounded, their corpse puppet shot at themselves, isn't this suicide, it can be seen that Xuehongzi's unbelievable appearance will commit suicide.

"There's something wrong with that gun!"

After being stunned for a moment, someone still saw the clue and exclaimed.

In the final analysis, a corpse puppet is a puppet made of corpses, and it does not become a psychic corpse puppet, and its actions are completely controlled by its master.

Now that the corpse puppet was obviously no longer controlled by the Blood Hung Zi, it was natural to associate it with that gun.

However, as soon as everyone understood, the corpse puppet swung his spear and stabbed at the nearest Jindan Dzogchen monk.

The corpse puppet is a mid-Yuan Infant cultivator, and with that spear, its speed and power are not something that a Jindan Great Perfection cultivator can resist.

In the blink of an eye, a scream rang out, and the man's chest was completely pierced by a bloodstained spear.

"This ...... It's an evil soldier!"

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the Jindan Dzogchen monk turn into a rain of blood and disperse under the spear, and some of them even screamed in horror.

Immediately, many people did not think about it, and began to flee at full speed, fleeing into the distance, without the slightest thought of fighting for the spear.