"Ah, no, Li Mengzhi was killed by the opponent. Fellow Daoist Jin, quickly sacrifice those two spiritual birds of yours, otherwise you and I will perish in an instant."
Seeing that the female cultivator surnamed Li, who only took a dozen breaths and was no less powerful than the two of them, was killed by the opponent on the spot, the fear in the cultivator surnamed Ji's heart was hard to suppress. He shouted loudly, and his body quickly dodged towards the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged man named Jin has two iron-winged eagles that have reached the ninth level.
Although the Iron-winged Eagle is not the most powerful species among the eagles, among birds, it is famous for its rapid flight and ferocious temperament. And it is called Iron Wings, which shows how tough its body is.
The pair of iron-winged eagles worn by the middle-aged man named Jin have been passed down from generation to generation in his family.
The surname Jin is a middle-aged man. Although his own strength and means are no weaker than other monks at the top of the Ghost King, and he has the help of such a powerful spirit bird, he has always been timid and fearful, and rarely sets foot in dangerous places.
Suddenly seeing the old man surnamed Ji running towards him, the middle-aged man surnamed Jin suddenly cursed in his heart.
This time, together with two monks of the same level, they came to capture and kill a mid-level Ghost Lord monk. The middle-aged man surnamed Jin always thought that it would be extremely easy. No matter how defiant the mid-term monk is, with the three people joining forces, it will not be that difficult to kill him.
It occurred to me that the three of them had just arrived in front of each other. Before the attack methods were fully revealed, one person was seriously injured by the puppet sacrificed by the opponent. And he himself was hit with a palm. If he wasn't protected by armor, he would have been seriously injured.
Such pain is of course nothing to the Ghost King's peak state.
But the three puppets sacrificed by the other party really shocked the middle-aged man named Jin to the extreme. The three burly puppets were one to two feet tall, with pure spiritual power fluctuations all over their bodies. The powerful pressure showed that these three puppets were all at the same level as the peak monks of Ghost Lord.
Under the sneak attack by the opponent, the middle-aged monk in yellow clothes and surnamed Jin appeared frightened. If he hadn't possessed the extremely powerful secret technique of speed escape and had a family heirloom armor, he would definitely be the same as the old man surnamed Ji at this time. It's hard to say that he died on the spot, but he was definitely injured.
Three of the Ghost King's top puppets appeared at once, which made the middle-aged man named Jin unable to show any intention of fighting.
The middle-aged man named Jin, who was barely able to escape, quickly retreated into the distance. As soon as he opened his mouth, a wishful treasure suddenly appeared. Yellow light python.
This giant python has a thick body and a pair of red tentacles on its head. When the giant mouth opened, a red snake core about ten feet long shot out, seemingly capable of cracking mountains and cracking rocks. The huge python's body circled and danced in the air, appearing extremely powerful.
"Ah, no." Just when the young man surnamed Jin had a thought in his mind and wanted to use his own magic weapon to attack the huge puppet, he suddenly saw a flash of green light, and the tall puppet went straight towards his body and struck hard. Come.
He never thought that the puppet in front of him would escape so fast.
With a move of his hand, a shield appeared in front of him, but his body shot to the side.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the shield magic weapon that had not been fully unfolded was instantly shattered into several pieces by the puppet's heavy punch and fell from the air.
With this obstacle in place, the huge yellow python suspended in the air finally entangled itself towards the tall puppet. In just a flash, the puppet was entangled in the huge python body.
The middle-aged man surnamed Jin retreated sharply, and when his consciousness released, he also saw the scene of Qin Fengming crushing the body of the female cultivator surnamed Li. Seeing such a scene suddenly, he was shocked on the spot.
The young monk in front of him was in the middle stage of Ghost Lord. He was clearly a late stage Ghost Lord monk. Moreover, his methods were so powerful that he killed the female cultivator surnamed Li who was no less powerful than him in just one encounter.
Just when the monk surnamed Jin was terrified, he was about to run away. The inappropriate shouts of the monk surnamed Ji also rang in his ears.
Following those words, a wretched figure was seen shooting toward his location.
At this time, one of the monk's arms, from the elbow down, had disappeared, and half of his body was stained red with blood. Surrounding him were extremely thick and thick black magic weapons.
It was precisely because of this crude treasure that he always dodged the attacks of the tall puppets rushing towards him from behind.
Although there is no danger of falling in the short term, as long as the time is longer, falling into the hands of that tall puppet will undoubtedly happen. It was precisely because of this that he rushed towards the middle-aged man named Jin who was more than ten miles away. In order to escape from death with the help of the opponent's pair of iron-winged eagles.
With his current strength, it was already difficult to escape from the rapid hand-to-hand combat with the invulnerable and death-defying puppet.
"Hmph, don't let Jin be your shield." Before the old man surnamed Ji rushed forward, in a cold voice, the middle-aged man surnamed Jin suddenly waved continuously, and two talismans flashing with yellow light suddenly flashed out.
With a thought, the giant yellow python that was entangled with the tall puppet suddenly let go. With a twist, it shot back towards the middle-aged man surnamed Jin.
After escaping, the figure of the tall puppet blurred for a while, then turned into a ray of light and chased away.
But at this moment, a dull roaring sound suddenly sounded in a radius of more than ten feet in front of the puppet. As this sound rang out, a patch of yellow dust that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared.
The tall puppet's body flashed and disappeared into the dust that filled the world.
The tall figure that shot forward suddenly entered the dust, and its speed suddenly dropped sharply, as if it had entered a mud swamp.
"The Heavenly Talisman? Impossible, how can there be such a talisman in this world. The power is too small. It can only destroy the Huaying Summit Puppet with rapid movement, and has no killing effect at all. This should be the Heavenly Talisman. A simplified talisman."
Qin Fengming, who had just captured the female cultivator from the Anji Palace, had a calm and young face with a calm look on his face. Suddenly, when he saw the middle-aged cultivator resorting to such methods, his eyes could not help but squint, and his heart became frightened, but he relaxed in an instant.
The Heavenly Talisman has been introduced in an ancient book. The introduction of the Heavenly Talisman is the same as the phenomenon manifested by the talisman sacrificed by the middle-aged monk just now. It is also filled with loess, and the energy fluctuates at all. Show.
But the Heavenly Talisman is a super-grade talisman capable of both offense and defense. If it is sacrificed, even a spiritual cultivator involved in it will most likely be killed. Such a talisman would naturally not appear in a status interface like the ghost world.
Seeing that the loess in the sky could not even kill the Huaying Peak puppet, Qin Fengming could not understand that the talisman was just a simplified version of the Heavenly Talisman.
As soon as he opened his eyes, his consciousness had already locked onto a weak figure, and magic arts surged up in his body. A group of colorful rays of light suddenly appeared on the spot.
As the colorful light dissipated, I saw a streak of colorful horses shooting towards a certain direction at a speed that was almost difficult to detect with the naked eye. After a few flashes, it disappeared into the mountains.
Without Qin Fengming, the scene did not become silent.
The two tall puppets, who had no rivals, swayed and surrounded the monk surnamed Ji who was trying to escape.
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