Yang Yi coldly commanded the puppet to attack the remaining four monks, those monks were faster than the puppets, but their bodies were fragile, and although the puppets flew faster than the monks, their attack speed was faster. The reason for this is that the monks are at a stalemate.

Yang Yi was not in a hurry when he saw this, he took out a blood-colored long sword and threw it out, and the blood-colored long sword flew into the air, and after a while, he brought back a storage bag. It was the monk who had just died.

Yang Yi took the storage bag in his hand and did not open it in any hurry, but observed its transparent film.

The transparent film has a wide range, obviously trying to trap Yang Yi and others.

Everyone let the puppet try, but it couldn't break the film. But this is also expected by Yang Yi.

So Yang Yi was not in a hurry, anyway, there were Song Wen and others, and it was as easy as eating for them to kill the monks in front of them.

Yang Yi then commanded the puppet to deal with the four monks.

In fact, Yang Yi didn't know that Song Wen was also facing an extremely grim situation now.

Song Wen looked at Fang Long, who was a few hundred meters away from him at the moment, and kept thinking in his heart.

"Fang Long, it seems that you have premeditated. This trap is not something that can be built in a moment. It seems that there is a traitor on our ship who told you our route?" Song Wen looked gloomy at the film above his head, which he would have to work hard to break. Such a strong trap is by no means something that can be completed in a short period of time.

"Haha...... Of course. Song Wen, you are really a smart person. If it weren't for Bai Qu, I would have been able to intercept the boat so easily?" Fang Long smiled indifferently, and seemed to be very happy.

"Bai Qu, you bastard. After a while, I'll go and kill the white song after I solve your miscellaneous pieces. Song Wen said coldly. With a wave of his robe, a small golden hammer appeared in his hand. The small hammer is about 30 centimeters long, and the hammer head is the size of a human fist. The surface of the hammer is surrounded by fiery red flames. The momentum is extraordinary, and at a glance you know that it is not an ordinary magic weapon.

"Hmph...... Song Wen, who solved whom, it is not necessarily. Fang Long smiled coldly, and two majestic "people" covered in pitch black had appeared beside him.

"Contemplation puppet!" Song Wen's pupils shrank.

"Hahaha...... If you're afraid to admit defeat, kowtow to me and be a servant for a thousand years, I won't kill you, by the way, the two Contemplation Stage monks who came with you are still under siege by the four Condensation Period monks. Haha......" Fang Long laughed uncontrollably.

"Then I'm going to kill you. Song Wen's face turned cold, and two fiery red sledgehammers appeared in his hands and threw them directly at the puppet. At the same time, with a wave of Song Wen's big hand, a black aura permeated Fang Long and the others.

Fang Long smiled yin, took out a black fan and fanned it directly, and a lot of black qi directly appeared out of thin air, but these black qi had more yin qi and more weirdness than Song Wen's. There were strange crying, screams, angry scolding and horning sounds faintly coming from the black air, which was terrifying.

The black qi (referred to as "evil ghost qi") from the fan encountered Song Wen's black qi and forced the black qi to slowly dissolve, and the evil ghost qi continued to slowly advance towards Song Wen.

The two puppets also took out a black machete together to meet the sledgehammer thrown by Song Wen. The puppet hit the sledgehammer and was shaken away a few meters, but the sledgehammer flew back to Song Wen upside down. This blow is clearly a slight advantage for the puppet. But the impact between the golem and the sledgehammer was unscathed.

"Song Wen, with the tenacity of the puppet's body, you can't easily break it. Fang Long said, and with another wave of the evil demon fan in his hand, a black wind shot straight towards Song Wen like a sharp arrow. Passing by along the way, Song Wen's black gas was blown away directly. The evil ghost aura that exuded an eerie aura was unaffected, and it couldn't help but envelop Song Wen unhurriedly, surrounding Song Wen with water.

"What you are holding in your hand is actually an evil demon fan!" Song Wen's face finally changed. Hurriedly took out a white ball the size of an egg and crushed it. A layer of light mask appeared around Song Wen's body, and the light mask was transparent, although it looked ordinary, it gave people a very unusual feeling.

The black wind blew in front of Song Wen, and it was like a sharp arrow, constantly hitting the membrane.

The film is only slightly deformed when it is hit, but it immediately returns to its original shape when it is not impacted. As for the evil spirit, although it is highly corrosive, it is completely blocked from the film. It can't do any damage to the film.

"There are such treasures. It's up to me to do this. Fang Long recalled the puppet, and unexpectedly cast a spell on the evil ghost fan as if no one was around. The demon fan buzzed in mid-air, trembling slightly, and there were several black filament-like black gases on the fan on the fan, winding around the fan like a snake.

"Devil smoke. Song Wen's face immediately showed an unprecedented solemn expression. Song Wen immediately flew out of the storage bag with ten white flying swords connected in a line. Directly through the light mask, he quickly flew towards Fang Long. The speed of the flying sword was so fast that it directly passed through the evil ghost qi without being affected in the slightest. It was actually stabbed straight at Fang Long.

Fang Long didn't move at all, still engrossed in preparing to launch the Evil Ghost Smoke. The two Contemplation Stage puppets were already brandishing machetes to meet these flying swords.

After sending out a large number of flying swords, Song Wen commanded two sledgehammers to attack the puppet, and the golden hammer with the flame in his hand directly smashed at Fang Long. Song Wen has so many means, it seems that he is indeed very afraid of the evil ghost smoke of the evil ghost fan.

After the small hammer took off its hand, it rotated and rose against the wind, like a large fireball with a diameter of ten meters, and the air was hot everywhere the small hammer passed. It can be seen that the flame temperature of the hammer body is extremely high.

Fang Long was wrapped in black demonic qi at this time, and ordinary monks couldn't see Fang Long at all. Not to mention attacking, but in front of Song Wen, this evil ghost qi is the same. Song Wen could clearly see the scene of Fang Long urging the evil ghost fan.

The vibration of the demon fan suddenly became vibrating. It seems that the demon smoke is about to be unleashed.

Song Wen's face was gloomy, and when he saw that the flying sword was completely blocked by the puppet's sword, the two sledgehammers had just hit the puppet, and the puppets threw out the machetes one after another and threw the golden hammers towards the core of the fireball.

"Damn. Song Wen couldn't help but be angry, although Song Wen was a mid-stage concentrating monk, he was also a concentrating stage monk, and his mana was not much worse, and he was still at the same level. But with the addition of the puppet, Fang Long's combat power was already stronger than Song Wen's. Moreover, the Evil Ghost Fan is a very famous high-level magic weapon, more than one grade more powerful than Song Wen's golden hammer.

Therefore, Fang Long's combat power is actually higher than that of Song Wen, and Song Wen is just deeper than Fang Long's mana. So Fang Long actually has the advantage.

"Song Wen, die. Fang Long waved his fan, and a puff of black smoke swept towards Song Wen like a gust of wind with the wave of the evil ghost fan.

Song Wen didn't care about anything else, and the smoke had already swept away the magic weapon. Song Wen instantly cut off the connection with the magic weapon, except for the golden hammer. The golden hammer flew back into Song Wen's hand at a rapid speed. The other magic weapons were constantly sneering on the surface of the evil ghost smoke, and in the blink of an eye, they had lost their brilliant light and turned into mortal things.

"Fang Long, we'll have a meeting later. As soon as the golden hammer fell into Song Wen's hand, Song Wen took out a white jade plaque half the size of a palm and pinched it. Song Wen's figure disappeared. All that remained was a white film mask.

"Damn, there's a little teleportation charm. Fang Long immediately scolded angrily, the small teleportation talisman was more than ten or dozens of times more precious than the golden small hammer, Song Wen would actually have it.

"Went and arrested the man first. Fang Long didn't stay here too much at the moment. When the divine consciousness was released, his eyes lit up and he flew in a certain direction.

Catching people like Yang Yi from "that world" is a task issued by a big man, and what this big man wants is to capture him alive.