Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

Ke Tang's sharp screams echoed in the silent and dark bottom of the cave.

At the same time, a fist-sized night pearl hit his forehead with a dull "thunk" sound.

The light approached instantly, and even the corpse spots on the opponent's face and the white bones exposed after the rotten flesh on the neck were visible.

This is a person.

A living dead man.

The next moment, a snow-white sharp sword pierced his side fiercely, piercing his abdomen and penetrating his body.

The force was so great that he retreated ten meters, and with a bang, he hit the wall of the cave where they had just fallen, and was nailed to it.

Jiang Yanlu took back his hand and looked over with sharp eyes.

Where the sword penetrated, no blood flowed out.

He didn't seem to feel any pain. His eyes were fixed on the light source in the darkness, and his hands and feet struggled hard, clawing in the direction of Jiang Yanlu and the others.

He whined and shouted, trying to break free from the shackles of the sword.

Ke Tang was in shock, grabbing Jiang Yanlu's arm and hiding in a ball behind her.

"Ghost!"

"Why is there a ghost under the hibiscus tree?"

"Is it possible that this place leads to the ghost world, and we are already in the ghost world?!"

After his dead sister, he had never seen such an impactful face.

The problem is, he has become immune after seeing the dead female sister.

Looking back, I still feel that the corpse girl's skin is quite white and good, aside from the black corpse bugs that keep falling out of her face.

But the one just now was different!

The moment the old face with corpse spots came closer, he almost kicked off his legs to see his wife.

Shen Lancheng was also startled and rushed behind Qi Yue with a quick stride.

He was mainly frightened by Ke Tang's voice, and his ears were still ringing.

Jiang Yanlu's voice was slightly cold: "It's not a ghost, it's a puppet."

Shen Lancheng poked his head out from behind Qiyue: "Puppet?"

Whining sounds and the sound of feet dragging on the ground gradually came from all directions.

Qiyue's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to form a seal.

Countless blood-colored magic butterflies flew out from behind him.

Yingying light emanates from them, completely illuminating the entire space.

Ke Tang slowly straightened up, and when he saw the light around him, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he said with a trembling voice: "Look!"

I saw a dense crowd of puppets coming from the darkness, pairs of eyes that had long lost their focus and sparkle, looking unblinkingly at the direction where Jiang Yanlu and the others were, outflanking them from all directions.

They had different shapes and sizes, and their bodies were covered in dirty black blood.

Some of the necks have been broken, and only the tendons are left attached to them. They sway on the shoulders as they walk, trying not to fall off.

Some had broken arms and legs, and the wounds were crawling with white maggots. Once the maggots fell away, the white bones became hideous and terrifying.

Some of them had magic weapons of different styles stuck on their backs. When they rushed toward them, the protruding handles of the weapons could even hit the puppet in front of them.

There seemed to be demon cultivators from the demon realm among them.

They move extremely quickly.

Within a moment, the front wave of puppets had already rushed in front of Jiang Yanlu.

Ke Tang immediately threw a handful of talismans towards the corpse-covered puppet.

Suddenly there were thunder and explosions.

However, even though the other party was convulsed by the electric shock and all the rotten flesh on his body was blown away, his eyebrows did not wrinkle, nor did he show any intention of stopping.

Still raising his fist, he hit Jiang Yanlu in the direction!
Ke Tang was shocked: "Why is the talisman useless to him!"

On the other side, Shen Lancheng's anxious voice also came from behind: "Swordsmanship is of no use to them. They can only repel them, not kill them!"

Jiang Yanlu raised his hand and fired out a blast of sky-burning purple phoenix fire. The purple-gold flame instantly enveloped the God Transformation Realm puppet in front of him and burned it to ashes.

The calm voice fell on the ears of Ke Tang and Shen Lancheng.

"Use fire."

Ordinary methods have no effect on them.

The only way to deal with the puppet man is to use fire.

Shen Lancheng's voice of collapse came again: "But I am Binglinggen!"

Ke Tang said loudly: "Then you freeze them first, and I will come to give you the Explosive Fire Talisman!"

The two of them have worked together many times, so there is nothing to say about their tacit understanding.

One is responsible for freezing, and the other is responsible for blasting with the explosive charm.

The puppets here have varying strengths.

Jiang Yanlu had just killed three puppets at the Soul Transformation Realm, and then eliminated several Nascent Soul Realm puppets and dozens of Golden Core Realm puppets.

At a quick glance, there are countless puppets of different realms rushing here one after another.

She looked solemn.

I don't know how many puppets there are here. If we continue to fight like this, we may not be able to finish the fight even if we are exhausted.

Jiang Yanlu waved another wave of flames, burning the circle of puppets in front of him, and then made a decisive decision: "Go up first!"

She flew up and stepped on the sword of the Nine Heavens Sword. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the struggling puppet who was still nailed to the cave wall by the long sword.

He took out the immortal rope, tied it up, and brought it up with him.

Seeing that they were trying to escape, the puppets below also started to climb up using their hands and feet.

Qiyue is responsible for breaking up the rear.

The Kirin Black Fire burned away a group of puppets in the cave, and a new group immediately emerged, chasing after them closely.

……

The masters of Taixuan Sword Sect, Wuxiang Sect, and Elder Yin Zheng have been guarding the entrance of the cave and have not left.

The scene was silent for a while before it was broken.

The leader of the Wuxiang Sect looked at the leader of the Taixuan Sword Sect: "Sect Master Cui, do you know who spread the news about your sect's fusang tree being uprooted?"

The leader of the Taixuan Sword Sect moved his eyebrows and went through the sentence carefully in his mind. He did not answer, but asked cautiously: "You know?"

The leader of Wuxiang Sect shook his head: "But I have a few suspicious candidates."

The leader of Taixuan Sword Sect pretended to be confused: "Who?"

The leader of Wuxiang Sect said mysteriously: "In my opinion, this matter may be related to the person from Jinding Sect or the person from Kunlun Palace. What do you think?"

The leader of the Taixuan Sword Sect pondered for a moment: "That should be the leader of the Hua Sect."

Sect Master Cui asked him: "Why are you sure it is Sect Master Hua?"

The leader of Taixuan Sword Sect did not mention the matter of Ji Dynasty and only said:
"In this competition in the world of cultivation, our sect completely defeated Kunlun Palace and pushed them out of their position as the leader of the four major sects. You also know the temperament of their sect. In private, they are not allowed to do such a thing. Come."

If this matter gets serious, some monks may jump out and scold them Taixuan Sword Zongde for being unworthy of their position and leading the world of cultivation, asking them to give up their position as the head of the four major sects and their cultivation resources.

The leader of Wuxiang Sect curled his lips: "If I really ask you to give in, can you agree?"

The leader of Taixuan Sword Sect immediately said: "Of course not, this sect is not stupid."

Although he has a good face, he is not stupid.

"Our sect disciples fought hard to get this position, how could we give it to others."

"If you want it, you can take it away from us in the next competition."

"But whether we can win or not, that's a matter of two opinions." Having said this, the head of the Taixuan Sword Sect had a proud smile on his face: "After all, we already have a disciple of the Fusion Realm in our sect. ."

"what?!"

The leader of the Wuxiang Sect was so shocked that the beard he had specially grown on his chin split into two branches:

"Fusion realm?"

"Who?!"

"Jiang Yanlu?!"

The leader of the Taixuan Sword Sect completely forgot about being beaten by Jiang Yanlu. Seeing the same expression on his face as when he first learned about it, he felt very happy:
"Of course, who else but her."

The leader of the Wuxiang Sect was shocked on the spot, and after a while he murmured: "She really doesn't leave anyone a way to survive."

Elder Yin Zheng nodded in agreement with a troubled expression.

He has been struggling with Jiang Yanlu's cultivation to improve his speed for a long time.

While he was talking, there was sudden and obvious movement from below the black hole.

The three people at the edge of the hole instantly turned their heads and looked over.

Jiang Yanlu took the lead in wielding the sword and came out with Shen Lancheng and Ke Tang, followed by the puppets who were tied up with the fairy rope.

Before they could see what Jiang Yanlu brought up, Qiyue followed closely and came up from inside.

The young man's dark eyes fell on the old men, and he gave the order very naturally: "Seal the entrance to the cave."

The pressure on him is so strong that it makes people surrender.

The two sect leaders said "Oh" unconsciously, raised their hands and began to form seals to seal the hole.

It wasn't until something suddenly hit the barrier below and was bounced down that they finally realized that they were being commanded by the Demon Lord.

"..."

The two sect leaders retracted their hands in a tacit agreement and did not speak.

Elder Yin Zheng's eyes fell on the thing Jiang Yanlu brought up.

The thing had its back to him, and he couldn't see the front.

But just looking at the back, you can still tell that this is a person.

Elder Yin Zheng listened to the "wuwu" sound coming from this man's mouth, frowned and asked: "There is someone under the fusang tree?"

His voice successfully diverted the attention of the two sect leaders.

Jiang Yanlu lowered his eyes and used a slight force on his wrist. The puppets on the ground faced Elder Yin Zheng and the others head-on.

She said: "To be precise, he is not a human being now, but a puppet controlled by puppetry."

The three spoke at the same time.

Elder Yin Zheng was shocked: "Puppetry?"

The leader of Taixuan Sword Sect frowned: "Puppet?"

The leader of Wuxiang Sect widened his eyes: "Second uncle?"

What?
Second uncle?

Everyone turned to look at the leader of Wuxiang Sect in unison.

Sect Leader Ke looked at the puppet on the ground in disbelief. He raised his feet and took two slow steps. He once again called out the title that shocked the whole audience: "Second uncle?"

Ke Tang was the most dumbfounded.

He glanced at his father, then at the puppet tied to the ground, and at his father again, his brain was about to burn off:
"Second uncle?"

"Dad, what second uncle? What are you talking about?"

When the leader of the Wuxiang Sect heard Ke Tang's voice, he raised his eyes to look at him. He immediately pulled him over, pointed at the puppet on the ground, and said to Ke Tang:
"Son, this is the second uncle you have never met. Please call me uncle."

Ke Tang was still confused:
"Didn't my second uncle die hundreds of years ago?"

The leader of the Wuxiang Sect also scratched his head: "Yes, your second uncle did die before. I saw him die with my own eyes, but..."

He looked at the people on the ground again and checked several times, but he was also doubtful:
"He's not here again."

Jiang Yanlu was confused after hearing this, and asked directly: "Sect Master Ke, this is a serious matter, please tell us everything you know."

The leader of the Wuxiang Sect did not hide anything: "This matter starts from the war between the cultivation world and the demon world hundreds of years ago..."

The overall strength of the monks in the world of cultivation is not high, and most of them are young people.

One of the reasons is that the spiritual energy in the world of cultivation is decreasing day by day.

Another reason is because of the war between the two worlds.

The previous Demon Lord and the previous Demon Lord were both very successful people.

Every hundred years or so, a war will be launched against the world of cultivation, in an attempt to occupy the world of cultivation and dominate the three realms.

People are fighting at the doorstep, and the world of cultivation cannot sit still and wait for death.

You have to fight.

When there is war, there are casualties.

Although the world of cultivation always ends in victory, countless people have risked their lives for this victory.

Sect Leader Ke's second uncle died on a certain battlefield.

"At that time, I was still in the God Transformation Realm, and my second uncle was also in the God Transformation Realm. I saw with my own eyes that my second uncle was killed by a Fusion Realm demon cultivator. He died on the spot, and the fatal wound was right on his heart!"

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Taixuan Sword Sect raised his sword and lifted the tattered cloth from the mouth of the puppet on the ground.

Sure enough, on the rotten flesh, we could see sword wounds that penetrated deep into the bones.

Elder Yin Zheng was puzzled: "Since he died on the battlefield, why did he appear under the fusang tree of our Taixuan Sword Sect again?"

Sect Master Ke said: "At that time, my sect was busy fighting with those demon cultivators and did not pay attention to my second uncle. After the battle was over, my sect had taken care of his injuries and went back to look for him. Senior Jinchao had already sent They buried them together."

Every time there is a war, there will be countless casualties.

Corpses were scattered all over the mountains and plains, piled on top of each other.

In the bloody state, it was almost impossible to tell who was who.

Ji Dynasty could not bear to let their corpses be exposed in the wilderness. Whenever a war ended, they would send people to bury them where they could.

Some corpses that are not taken into consideration will eventually be buried under the wind and sand, and bright flowers will bloom from the blood-soaked soil.

After the war, he went back to practice in seclusion.

Finally breaking through to the Fusion Realm, he single-handedly went to the Demon Realm and avenged his second uncle.

He almost died in the Demon Realm.

It was also at that time that he formed relationships with many demon cultivators in the Demon Realm.

Jiang Yanlu suddenly thought of the group of puppets he had just seen in the black hole under the fusang tree, and said:

"Perhaps at that time, he had already been taken away to be refined into a puppet."

The leader of Taixuan Sword Sect looked serious: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yanlu told what he saw and heard under the black hole.

"There are not only monk puppets from the cultivation world below, but also demon cultivator puppets from the demon realm."

Their state is also very similar to that of dying in battle.

Coupled with the evidence of Sect Leader Cui's second uncle, Jiang Yanlu was certain that most of the puppets under the fusang tree were brought back from the battlefield.

The cultivation level of monks who can go to the battlefield is generally not low.

They were all ready-made corpses, so even if they were secretly transported away, no one would be disturbed.

Jiang Yanlu's eyes turned cold, he was really good at planning!

(End of this chapter)