Seeing the blood-colored figure in front of him, Bailing Zhenren's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

At this time, most of the yellow sand that covered the blood-colored puppet's body had been blown away by the strong wind, and there were only some slight scratches on the blood-colored silkworm coat that was exposed.

Although he hadn't seen the full picture of the blood-clothed puppet yet, Bailing Zhenren already knew that the palm that had almost exhausted all of his true yuan just now had completely hit the empty space!

Looking at the blood-clothed puppet who was in the yellow sand and had almost no mental fluctuations, Bailing Zhenren's mind was already in turmoil, and she was still not sure whether the blood-clothed man in front of her was one of the puppets that the landlord handed over to her before entering the formation.

If the blood-clothed puppet in front of him was really a puppet refined by the landlord himself, it would be impossible for him to take the initiative to attack him. After all, the God Devouring Gu on these puppets was devouring their nascent divine consciousness almost all the time, and it was impossible for them to generate any autonomous consciousness. Unless they encounter an attack that triggers the God-Devouring Gu's survival reaction, these puppets will never take the initiative to attack.

But if the blood-clothed puppet in front of him was counterfeited by someone else, why didn't he have a trace of mental fluctuation on his body at all. If it weren't for the fact that his own spiritual power was much higher than his own, it would definitely be impossible for him, a Jindan cultivator who specialized in the art of divine consciousness, not to even notice it.

Perceiving the energy fluctuations of the blood-clothed cultivator in front of him, Bailing Zhenren was very sure that the other party's cultivation was only at the level of the foundation building stage. Moreover, in the first few rounds of battles, although this blood-clothed cultivator's skills were very strange, and he even gained the upper hand with the help of the cover of the yellow sand of the sandbar realm in the battle, the cultivation he showed in the battle did not exceed the level of the foundation building period. It can be seen from this that the other party should not be a peerless master who hides his true cultivation.

Just when Bailing Zhenren was a little confused and cranky, the gust of wind that had just blown up had completely blown away the layers of yellow sand that lingered around the blood-clothed puppet.

Without the cover of yellow sand, the tall and slender figure of the blood-clothed puppet once again appeared completely in front of the eyes of Bailing Zhenren. But unlike before, the blood-stained hat on his head was gone.

It is estimated that in the battle just now, although this blood-clothed puppet was not hit by the palm of Bailing Zhenren's exhaustion of the true yuan of his body, the hat on his head was also swept away by the turbulent yellow sand undercurrent under the power of Bailing Zhenren's palm.

Without the cover of the hat, this blood-clad puppet revealed its true face for the first time:

Under the breeze, strands of silky long hair danced lightly in the wind.

Between the floating clouds, the shining brilliance reflected the delicate face like a crown of jade.

His hair is like flowing ink, his skin is better than snow, at first glance, this young man holding a bloody sword and wearing a bloody clothes is actually six or seven points similar to the beautiful young man Mo Jingyun in the Goddess Palace.

Rao is Bailing Zhenren was once the No. 1 singer in Wuzhou, and he was well-informed, but he was also attracted by the handsome young man in front of him with picturesque eyebrows and lips like cherry blossoms, and he was actually obsessed. If it weren't for the cold pain from the severed finger of her right hand that constantly reminded her, she might have forgotten the danger of the person in front of her.

Just when Bai Ling Zhenren was slightly distracted, a completely emotionless and intermittent voice came into her ears at this time:

"At this time. Don't ... Do it again he thinks. Pick up the sword with your left hand. Let me.. Win you. And then.. Kill you. ”

Hearing this strange sound like a child's speech, Bailing Zhenren only felt a huge shock in his heart, and even stammered a little and exclaimed

"You... How could you possibly speak. Who the hell are you!!"