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"Master Chen, this fourth-order stone is so heavy that I can't move it. You may have to go down it yourself."

In mid-air, Yu Changjian said to Chen Mobai with an apologetic face.

"Huh?" After hearing this, Chen Mobai had a meaningful expression on his face, "You let me enter the formation?"

"Master Chen, don't worry, I can swear an oath of Dao heart, and promise not to activate the formation."

Yu Changjian said with a face full of promises.

"You have to know that even if you add up the entire Liujia Mountain, it can't compare with my life."

Chen Mobai said a sarcasm, and Yu Changjian looked embarrassed when he heard that, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Forget it, let's go down."

Just when Yu Changjian thought that the old ancestor's calculation had failed, Chen Mobai suddenly agreed.

Yu Changjian looked overjoyed, and was thinking about the scene where the ancestor launched a large formation to suppress this enemy later, but saw Chen Mobai take out a puppet from his storage bag.

This puppet was shining with golden brilliance, and the wooden texture had faint flames flowing, as if powerful spells were engraved on it, holding a wooden sword and wooden shield, and its aura was even above that of Yu Changjian, the head of Liujia Mountain.

"Golden Yang Puppet!"

As a monk of the number one puppet faction in the Eastern Wasteland, Yu Changjian naturally recognized this puppet immediately.

This is also the only puppet technique that can be compared with the inheritance of Mount Liujia.

But isn't this head Chen a sword cultivator?

How can it be puppetry?

When Yu Changjian was panicked, he saw that Chen Mobai had already driven the Jinyang puppet to fly to the front of the big formation in Liujia Mountain.

"Open the formation, my puppet can also display the strength of forming alchemy, I will go down with you and take that town stone."

Chen Mobai's Jinyang puppet was eliminated by Fu Zongjue.

The Jinyang Spiritual Tree of the Shenmu Sect is very precious outside, but to Fu Zongjue, it is what you can ask for, and you can chop a tree when you want it.

Repairing a damaged Jinyang puppet is more troublesome than making a new one, so Fu Zongjue, who has no shortage of materials, basically chooses to redo it.

As for the eliminated Jinyang puppets, Fu Zongjue will give some to the puppet department, and some will be dismantled directly, and some usable parts will be removed and used on new puppets.

After Chen Mobai found out about this, he asked him for an eliminated Jinyang puppet.

Although Fu Zongjue felt strange, he boldly brought Chen Mobai to his puppet cave and let him choose.

Chen Mobai saw more than a dozen Jinyang puppets that were damaged due to the battle, and all the materials were made of the top third-grade top-grade Jinyang wood.

If the puppet master of Xianmen saw this, even Che Yucheng would have red eyes!

Such a waste!

With emotion, Chen Mobai chose a Jinyang puppet that had no flaws on the outside, but the internal parts were shattered and shattered, and then used his third-level puppet technique of the Immortal Sect to combine with the longevity puppet technique to transform it. .

After all, the Wuxiang puppet is precious, and Chen Mobai is still a little bit reluctant if he needs to go to an unknown place to explore.

This Jinyang puppet is just right.

Anyway, Fu Zongjue eliminated a lot of defective products, even if he lost one, he could get another one to practice at any time in the future.

"What's the matter, Master Yu is unwilling to open the formation?"

Chen Mobai was distracted, and controlled the Jinyang puppet to come to the front of the big formation. Seeing Yu Changjian's complexion was cloudy and uncertain, his heart had already raised his vigilance.

Although he didn't know why the mere Liujia Mountain dared to plot against him, but combined with Xu Shengbing's attack on Yin Qingmei, he felt that he might have underestimated this sect's hatred for Shenmu Zong.

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Yu Changjian was awakened by a solemn killing intent.

"Where is there, head Chen please!"

Yu Changjian obeyed Yan Fusheng's order to lure Chen Mobai into the formation of Liujia Mountain, but now he just brought in a golden yang puppet, a bit dazed.

But he thought about it again, the Jinyang puppet was considered to be a third-tier combat power, and being able to suppress the puppet Chen Laomo was also considered a credit.

So he immediately released a portal from the formation and let the puppet enter.

Chen Mobai also wanted to see what kind of medicine his opponent sold in the gourd. After manipulating the puppet to enter, he followed Yu Changjian to the depths of Liujia Mountain.

Entering a cave, I soon saw the fourth-order town stone enshrined on the stone platform.

But Chen Mobai's gaze was attracted by the tall black-robed monk beside him.

Chen Mobai: "May I ask who you are?"

Yan Fusheng saw that it was only a Jinyang puppet that came in, so he couldn't help showing disappointment, but at this moment, he had no choice but to make a move.

After all, Chen Mobai had reached his bottom line by wanting to take away this fourth-order Zhenshan Stone.

"Little guy, wouldn't it be good for you to be your head in your Shenmu sect? You must come to Liujia Mountain to die!"

While Yan Fusheng was speaking, the falcon-like eyes flashed with blue light, and an invisible wave of spiritual consciousness turned into a strange attack, like a cold and icy wind, silently invaded Jinyang Among the puppets.

Then, click sound!

This golden yang puppet, which is capable of suppressing any monk with a perfect foundation in the Eastern Wasteland, seemed to have lost all control, and fell to the ground of the cave mansion in pieces.

"Old Ancestor Divine Power!"

Yu Changjian, who was following behind, couldn't help being very excited when he saw this scene.

This move of Divine Consciousness Transformation Yinfeng was specially used by Liujia Mountain to deal with puppet masters.

In an understatement, Yan Fusheng defeated the Jinyang puppet controlled by Chen Mobai's spiritual consciousness. It can be seen that his cultivation is high and his spiritual consciousness is powerful.

"Let's go, lest this head Chen run away!"

Yan Fusheng, however, seemed to have done a very simple thing, calmly walked past the disintegrated Jinyang puppets, and flew out of the cave where he had been hiding for decades with a black smoke-like ghostly wind.

When the blood curse broke out in Xu Shengbing's body, Yan Fusheng knew that the plan to plunder the Heavenly Spirit Root had failed, and he also knew clearly that with the style of the Shenmu Sect, he would definitely not let Liujia Mountain go.

He thought about whether to change the place, endure it for a while, and wait for the Shenmu sect to seek revenge after the miraculous achievement is complete.

But in the end, he still chose to go out!

Because without the Huiyang Lingshui, it would take at least a hundred years for him to practice the Dharma Body Nascent Soul.

As for the talent of Shenmuzong, Chen's head, even as an opponent, he has to admit that it is indeed amazing!

Yan Fusheng was afraid that within a hundred years, this young man would be the first to conceive a baby by himself.

In that case, with the strength of the sword cultivator, even if he became the Dharma Body Nascent Soul, he might not be his opponent.

After thinking over and over again, Yan Fusheng decided not to hide!

He is going out!

Let's use the head of Shenmuzong, the number one sword cultivator in the Eastern Desolation, to officially announce his return!

The moment the Jinyang puppet lost contact, Chen Mobai felt a frightening wave of cold spiritual power surging and erupting in Liujia Mountain.

But at the moment when he felt this spiritual power, he was still hesitating whether to run away, but when he went back and summoned Fu Zongjue, Mo Douguang and the Shenmuzong army to take revenge again, he was determined!

Chen Mobai is very familiar with this chilly spiritual power, it is the Huangquan spiritual power that made Luo Yixuan form alchemy.

In other words, it was Ghost Cultivator who attacked his Jinyang puppet!

Since he was a ghost cultivator, he, who practiced the pure yang scroll, immediately straightened his back, calmly waiting for his opponent to appear.

I saw the originally clear sky, but at this time there was a sudden gust of wind, and the cold temperature changes gathered dark clouds, as if the black sky covered all the sunlight.

Originally, because the land was in the middle of the desert, there were only a few low spiritual plants on Liujia Mountain. When Yan Fusheng flew out, the vegetation was even more withered and yellow, and the eyes were dilapidated and lifeless.

The jet-black long hair, coupled with his tall figure and black shirt, made Yan Fusheng look like a ghost from the nether world, and made the unsuspecting monks in Liujia Mountain shudder.

"Who is coming?"

However, Chen Mobai spoke calmly in the face of such terrifying monks.

His calmness and self-confidence made Yu Changjian laugh out loud.

"Old Mo Chen, this is Yan Fusheng Patriarch of our Liujia Mountain. Unless your Hunyuan Patriarch of the Five Elements Sect is reborn today, you will definitely die!"

Chen Mobai has naturally heard of Yan Fusheng's name. In the era of the Five Elements Sect, he was the well-deserved number one alchemy cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland.

It is also the existence that has taken the step of conceiving a baby.

However, it was rumored that he had already failed to conceive a baby, and was so injured that he collapsed.

Unexpectedly, he transformed into a ghost cultivator and survived.

Chen Mobai remembered that Granny Ming once said that there was a powerful ghost cultivator hidden in the ruins of the Eastern Desolation Plateau, and it should be Yan Fusheng.

As the patriarch of Liujia Mountain, it made sense to control Xu Shengbing.

Maybe in these years, he was the one who supported the ghost cultivators who targeted the Shenmu sect.

"It's a pity that after living for a hundred years, I still have to die at my hands."

Chen Mobai said with regret, after Yan Fusheng heard this, he only felt that this brat was so arrogant, but when he thought about his identity as a sword cultivator, he knew it in his heart.

If you don't have such a character, how can you practice the invincible Donghuang sword!

Only a sword cultivator would not run away immediately under such circumstances!

After all, when Yan Fusheng was born, he did not hide his aura.

With Chen Mobai's early stage of alchemy, it is impossible to surpass his complete alchemy!

"Little devil, for the hatred that the ancestor Hunyuan destroyed my foundation and forced me to enter the ghost realm, let me repay a part of it from you first!"

After Yan Fusheng came out, he said the first sentence. His voice was deep and powerful. After he spoke, the dark clouds suddenly flashed with thunder, and then the sky poured down with rain.

"It's a pity that this rain, if it is watered on the side of the shelter forest, it will be fine."

However, Chen Mobai was still emotional, and the blue and cold light in Yan Fusheng's eyes lit up again. Although he had a higher realm, he would not underestimate any opponent.

The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength, and the special skill of transforming the dark wind with divine awareness not only has a miraculous effect on puppets, but also can form an absolute suppression on opponents who are not as good as themselves.

After all, in terms of spiritual consciousness, he who has completed the formation of alchemy can definitely crush the monks who are in the early stage of alchemy.

Chen Mobai also practiced God Slash, so he naturally understood the way of attacking with divine consciousness.

He was about to urge his natal magic weapon, Chen Zhong, to block it, when he suddenly saw that Yan Fusheng was still in the fourth-order formation of Liujia Mountain, and his heart moved slightly.

Even if he goes all out with the Zidian sword in his hand, it is impossible to kill the opponent in the fourth-order formation.

And since he was fighting Yan Fusheng today, he must be killed in one blow, otherwise he would not dare to send Zhuo Ming and others to deal with Sha Lide if this person was in charge of Liujia Mountain.

To draw him out of the formation!

With a thought, Chen Mobai had already thought up a strategy for this fight.

At the same time, a faint golden thread lit up in his pupils, and the square inch book began to work.

Yan Fusheng, who was full of confidence, thought about the picture of him killing Chen Mobai with one move, but found that his spiritual consciousness, Yinfeng, seemed to have hit a soft wall, unable to invade the opponent's Zifu Consciousness Sea.

Surprised in his heart, he saw a phantom of a flower with green leaves and green and white petals emerging between Chen Mobai's brows!

"Sure enough, he is a generation with amazing luck, and he actually refines a spiritual object that can defend against the attack of divine consciousness! But I will let you know how fragile the purple mansion's sea of ​​consciousness of the sword cultivator is in the face of absolute suppression of divine consciousness!"

When Yan Fusheng saw the big toon flower, he knew the reason. After testing the strength of the barrier of this spirit flower with the wind of his spiritual consciousness, the blue light in his pupils became even more intense.

Since he practiced, he has experienced hundreds of battles, and he has encountered countless opponents. Among them, there are naturally such monks who can defend against spiritual attacks.

Under Yan Fusheng's more turbulent spiritual wind, Chen Mobai's originally indifferent expression changed slightly, and then the phantom of the big toon flower between his eyebrows seemed a little unbearable, and gradually began to wilt and wither.

Chen Mobai didn't have any nonsense, he directly controlled the colorful haze and ran away.

"Haha, you will definitely die today!"

Yan Fusheng, who saw this scene, did not have any doubts. After all, although Jianxiu has a tough personality, he will definitely not die in vain in the face of someone who is obviously not an opponent.

Amidst the loud laughter, the pitch-black will-o'-the-wisp under his feet burned and rose, leading his huge body into a black light, and rushed out of the formation of Liujia Mountain.

Even in order to prevent Chen Mobai from escaping and chasing him for too long and causing accidents, Yan Fusheng even used secret techniques to push his ghost fire escape to the extreme.

The two ran one by one and chased the other, and soon they crossed dozens of miles of desert.

Finally Chen Mobai was blocked by Yan Fusheng on a sand dune.

"If you have any last words, tell them now, and I will pass them on to Mo Douguang for you."

Fu Zongjue formed the alchemy after Yan Fusheng's "sitting", so in the latter's mind, Mo Douguang was the second person he wanted to kill after he came out of the mountain.

"Well, it's almost here!"

But Chen Mobai said something that surprised Yan Fusheng.

"What's almost there?"

"The distance is almost the same. If you kill you here, you will not be able to escape back to the big formation in Liujia Mountain."

Chen Mobai's words made Yan Fusheng laugh back angrily, and he didn't bother to say anything more to the brat in front of him, he was past the age of using his tongue, and the blue light in his eyes flickered. extreme.

The majestic and terrific consciousness turned into a terrifying wind, like a roaring tsunami, instantly crushing the phantom of the big toon flower, and then rushing towards Chen Mobai's sea of ​​consciousness in the purple mansion.

Just when Yan Fusheng was about to annihilate Chen Mobai's consciousness, a calm and heavy bell sounded...