Urn!

A momentum belonging to the early stage of the sub-saint erupted from the body of the physical puppet, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

"What's the situation? This momentum....is even stronger than Ma Yunxian's handsome.."

The Immortal Captain's face changed drastically, and even though he had withdrawn far away, his face was still pale with fright.

"Well, why is it the momentum of Yasheng, shouldn't it be the momentum of Da Luo Jinxian?"

Seeing this, the black face was also stunned.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his face changed greatly, and he shouted anxiously again.

“...... Oops, I took the wrong ...........no! My sub-holy puppet!Boy, don't worry, your spiritual sense must not enter this puppet, in case you enter, you can't control it, and you will be destroyed......"

He shouted anxiously, but it was too late, and the puppet's momentum had climbed to its peak.

On the other side, after a brief period of surprise from Leng Yan, his face showed an unprecedented look of satisfaction,

Yasheng's physical body, like a second self, the feeling of shooting is so clear, this feeling is really amazing,

This puppet is like a personal bodyguard, and it is like its own arm, and when its mind moves, the puppet will act according to its own instructions.

Standing in mid-air, Leng Yan slowly closed his eyes and began to accept and control this sudden force.

"Boy, what are you doing in a daze, don't kill those few things that don't have long eyes, and be angry for me!"

After the black face pounced, he saw that everything had become a certainty, and immediately shouted angrily and painfully.

However, no matter how the black face shouted, Leng Yan was still closing his eyes,

Whoosh! Whoosh! The black face kept circling around the cold flame, and even pounced in front of the flesh puppet for a while.

However, it wasn't until half an hour later that Leng Yan slowly opened his eyes.

"Thank you for it!"

He turned and nodded slightly at the black face.

"Boy, the old man gave you a chance bigger than the sky, why don't you repay the old man quickly!"

If the black face had eyeballs, it would be about to burst out.

Seeing this, Leng Yan smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth, and then waved his hand slowly.

I saw that the body rushed out in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the front of the immortal lieutenants and the immortal guards.

In fact, seeing that the situation was not right, Xianwei had already fled in the direction of Xiandu, but unfortunately it was too late.

The next moment, the flesh puppet was already in front of them.

"Zhang Han, Ma Yun?" the flesh puppet actually opened his mouth and spat out this half sentence.

"Yes, yes, we are Zhang Han Immortal General......." Xian Wei was terrified to the extreme, but unfortunately, everything became a certainty.

"Boom!"

What is the concept of the early days of Yasheng?

After the punch was blasted out, Xianwei's frightened expression was blasted into a blood mist before he could withdraw, and then turned into a stream of aura and completely dissipated in the heavens and the earth.

The immortal lieutenant is still like this, not to mention the rest of the immortal guards, more than a dozen earth immortals, and then they also turned into heaven and earth aura.

In an instant, Luofu Immortal Mountain regained its tranquility again.

After the puppet returned to Leng Yan's side, the black face also stopped.

"Boy, how is it? You can do something for me now, as long as the rest is done well, what is a sub-saint-level puppet?"

Blackface forced his expression and began to brag triumphantly.

However, although the black face is speaking in an atmospheric manner, Leng Yan can see that the black face is very painful now, and it is not an ordinary physical pain.

If it were possible, Blackface would even want to take the puppet back.

"This puppet is only in the early stage of Yasheng, but those masters who have descended are at the peak of Yasheng, and they haven't been taken by anyone..."Leng Yan replied lightly.

"What, boy, don't be dissatisfied, this flesh puppet is made of 100,000-year-old flesh lingzhi as flesh and blood, 100,000-year-old nine-section immortal lotus root as bones, and 100,000-year-old black vine as tendons......."

Seeing that Leng Yan was still complaining, the black face finally broke out.

In order to make this puppet, he begged a lot of old friends, and even gave away a lot of heavenly treasures.

Originally, he planned to keep this body for himself, and if something happened one day, he could hide his spiritual consciousness in it and escape with his life.

When he came out this time, he originally prepared a Da Luo Jin Immortal-level physical puppet for Leng Yan.

But just now I was dizzy by those immortal guards, and I threw it casually, and I actually threw out the puppet of the sub-saint level made of yin and yang.

The physical golem is different from other golems, and once a spirit enters, the golem will always obey the instructions of the spiritual sense, unless one day the golem is dispersed.

"I didn't say that things were bad, but others were too strong, of course, if there were so many of them, maybe it would be okay..."

Leng Yan shrugged innocently again.

Of course, those who are familiar with Leng Yan know that his heart has already blossomed at this time.

"More than a dozen? boy, are you crazy, just ask the entire Western Immortal Realm, who can make a sub-saint-level physical puppet except me, and now you are ashamed to ask for a dozen..."

Hearing Leng Yan's words, the black face suddenly fryed, and then conjured up a long arm, wanting to choke Leng Yan's neck.

"I'm telling the truth, if you don't solve the problem of the peak of the sub-saint, our cooperation will end here!"

Leng Yan glanced at the black face lightly, and turned around to leave.

"....... boy, you...... Wait a minute...... Why are you a quick temper...."

"I'm telling the truth, it's not that I won't find it for you, but if you go now, you're going to die, you've invested in a sub-saint-level puppet, is it just like this?"

"....... I said my hole cards? I didn't let you go now, now I'm going to ask you, cooperate or not!"

"Cooperation, of course, but what's the hole card?"

"Let's go, let's talk inside, make sure your kid is satisfied...."

After a moment, the smug look returned to the black face.

On the other side, in the central immortal capital, in a secret hall, Zuo Chan, Beixiang, and Wuqing sat opposite each other with iron faces, and there was a look of unwillingness in their eyes.

"How is this possible? What kind of treasure is this, with the strength of the three of us, it is difficult to shake the slightest!"

"It's hard to win the three sub-saint peaks, and it's estimated that no matter how many of them come, it's in vain!"

"That's right, this Immortal King Miao Mansion must have set some prohibition, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. ”

After a few words, the three of them fell silent again,

After a while, Zuo Chan's eyes suddenly lit up,

"By the way, how did we forget such an important matter, the secret of being able to obtain this immortal mansion must be on the immortal general who presided over the big competition!"

"That immortal general? are you talking about the immortal general who was going to be beheaded on the beheading platform that day?"

"That's the one who ..... later"

As they spoke, they suddenly fell silent again.

At that time, I was only concerned about discussing major matters, and I actually forgot all about this stubble matter, and now I suddenly remembered it, and I realized that the original situation was so weird.

(End of chapter)