Ding Xiaoyi got up from the soft chair with difficulty,
He looked at Yu Guizi in horror, "You said he is your master?" Ding Xiaoyi asked the little Taoist boy with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Well, he is our master",
Yu Guizi's eyes showed joy, and he replied to Ding Xiaoyi.
But the figure on the top of the tree was indifferent to Yu Guizi's call, without any fluctuations in life.
"Isn't your master already dead?"
Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt his scalp numb.
Practitioners above the super level will disintegrate their bodies after their death, and their cultivation will be reflected in the world.
But the figure on the top of the tree had no trace of life fluctuations, just like a living dead.
Wasn't Xuannanzi defeated by the Immortal Death Soldier? How could he still appear in Yuxu Temple?
"But he is really our master!"
There was no fear in Xiao Daotong's eyes, and he replied to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi's face showed a solemn look. What was going on? He couldn't help but secretly wonder.
"He might just be a dead body that looks exactly like your master. He shouldn't be your master."
Ding Xiaoyi said in a deep voice to the little Taoist boy, who kept looking at the figure on the top of the tree with his clear eyes.
"But..." The little Taoist boy hesitated to speak.
Ding Xiaoyi naturally knew what Xiao Daotong meant.
But he knew that the figure in front of him was definitely not Xuan Nanzi, the master of Yuxu Temple.
"Jie Jie"
The figure standing on the top of the tree let out a terrifying laugh like a night owl.
The laughter penetrated into the ears of Ding Xiaoyi and Xiao Daotong like a stream of demonic intent.
"Master...",
The little Taoist boy called out to the figure on the top of the tree again, but his call did not receive any response.
"Hey...",
Ding Xiaoyi's staggering figure stood in front of Xiao Daotong, and he looked at the figure standing on the top of the tree.
He felt the sharp laughter like a night owl piercing his eardrums like steel needles.
"ah……",
The little Taoist boy's face changed drastically, and the sharp voice like a night owl penetrated into his eardrums.
It made his brain split, and he couldn't help but hold his head in his hands and scream miserably.
Ding Xiaoyi formed the formula with his hands and quickly tapped Xiao Daotong's ear.
Only then did the sharp night owl sound disappear from the little Taoist boy's eardrums.
Ding Xiaoyi blocked Xiao Daotong's hearing in his six senses, and Xiao Daotong calmed down.
"Zheng...",
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand stirred up layers of sword light.
I saw the two fingers of his right hand pointing together towards the figure on the top of the tree.
"Hey...",
The long sword turned into a stream of light and shot towards the ghostly figure high in the sky.
And the ghostly figure swiped the whisk in his hand, and the sword energy surging out of the long sword was easily broken by the whisk. "call",
A gust of dark wind blew, and the ghostly figure in the sky suddenly disappeared from the place.
Ding Xiaoyi's face changed drastically, and with a thought in his mind, the long sword fell sharply from the sky.
There was a "buzz" sound,
The long sword lingered around Ding Xiaoyi.
I saw the layers of sword energy forming sword energy barriers around Ding Xiaoyi.
But the figure that suddenly disappeared appeared in front of Ding Xiaoyi.
He raised the dust in his hand, and a wave of energy roared towards Ding Xiaoyi.
"Bang, bang, bang,...",
The qi from the fly whisk hit the sword qi around Ding Xiaoyi's body, making a dull sound.
The little Taoist boy's face became extremely expressionless.
pale,
Because he had seen the figure clearly, his whole body could not help but tremble, as if he had seen a terrifying beast.
Ding Xiaoyi also trembled in his heart. At this time, the Taoist priest's body did not have any fluctuations in life.
His cheek was like a piece of dead tree bark, and the hand holding the fly whisk was like a dead branch.
Moreover, the Taoist robe also exudes a musty smell.
He looked at Ding Xiaoyi with cold eyes, like two ferocious black holes.
This is not a human being, it is clearly a puppet corpse.
He knew that in ancient times, there was a secret technique,
The body of a dead person can be refined into a puppet corpse, and the figure in front of him is a puppet corpse.
"He is not the master, but he looks exactly like the master."
Xiao Daotong murmured to himself.
Ding Xiaoyi has already confirmed that this puppet corpse should be that of Xuan Nanzi.
But who is the dead Xuan Nanzi?
Who made Xuan Nanzi's corpse into a puppet? Why did they do this?
Many doubts suddenly came to my mind,
Xuan Nanzi was killed by Yu Yunzi, and the body of this puppet corpse belonged to Xuan Nanzi.
What happened to Yuxu Temple and why Xuan Zhenzi left Yuxu Temple inexplicably.
All kinds of doubts came suddenly,
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the dead branch-like puppet corpse, but he also felt helpless in his heart. If he had not been injured, he could have killed the puppet corpse.
However, he was seriously injured and his life force was constantly passing away. Only his sea of consciousness was being repaired by the broken sword.
And his spiritual sea was in a mess, and there was not much energy left in his body.
"This should be your master's body, but it was made into a puppet corpse by someone. Yu Guizi, please step aside first."
Ding Xiaoyi said solemnly to the little Taoist boy, he knew that this puppet corpse must have some purpose for suddenly appearing in Yuxu Temple.
"Zheng",
Ding Xiaoyi thought, and the long sword glowed with dazzling light.
I saw the long sword stabbing the puppet corpse fiercely with overwhelming force.
But the puppet corpse opened its gloomy eyes, and two black gazes shot out.
It raised the dust in its hand, swept up the gloomy aura, and swept it fiercely towards the stimulating long sword.
The fly whisk turned into countless strands of black light,
The black light swept towards the long sword.
And that sharp sword energy seemed to have encountered a lifelong enemy, and the colorful sword light surged towards the inextricable black light.
"Hey...",
A sharp tearing sound reached Ding Xiaoyi's ears.
The black light swept up by the whisk submerged the long sword, and all he could see was the endless black light.
The black light shrouded Ding Xiaoyi like an overwhelming force.
He had a thought in his mind,
The long sword let out a high-pitched sword roar, and a dazzling sword light emitted from the long sword.
The sword light tore apart the shrouded black light like a broken bamboo, and the sword light strangled all the black light.
But before Ding Xiaoyi could breathe a sigh of relief,
The figure of the puppet swayed, and he raised his palms like dead branches to slap his chest fiercely.
Ding Xiaoyi immediately felt a force like an invisible mountain crushing towards him.
Ding Xiaoyi was seriously injured, but the puppet's speed was extremely fast.
The dead branch-like palm formed a huge palm print and slapped hard towards his chest.
The long sword was in a fierce battle with the fly whisk, but who would have thought that the puppet body would flash forward and come towards me.
Ding Xiaoyi's expression suddenly changed,
He wants to retreat,
But it was extremely difficult for him to even move his body, as that giant palm with overwhelming power struck him head-on.
The long sword made a high-pitched sword cry,
Ding Xiaoyi thought, and the long sword returned to protect the master.
And at this moment,
The whisk threads on the whisk suddenly exploded and turned into thousands of threads that wound towards the sword.
Waves of faint light condensed with strange mysterious power and wrapped around the long sword.
And the long sword stirred up an even more dazzling sword light,
The sword light emanating from the whole body of the long sword wiped out the strange winding silk thread like a piece of wood.
But that giant palm had already landed a few feet away from Ding Xiaoyi's chest.
A rotten corpse energy rushed towards the face from the giant palm,
As soon as Ding Xiaoyi smelled the extremely foul-smelling corpse gas, he suddenly felt dizzy.
And the giant palm struck down towards his chest like the sky and the earth were shattering,
The violent energy directly caused pain to his face.
He wanted to run away, but another tearing pain surged through his body.
The giant palm slapped it down hard,
Ding Xiaoyi felt a look of despair in his heart.
The power of this palm has locked him,
In addition, his body was already injured, so he simply could not escape the power of that palm.
At this critical moment,
A figure rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi, and the figure hugged Ding Xiaoyi.
But Ding Xiaoyi felt that the surrounding space was inexplicably distorted.
