After the group of people led by Yu Xian entered the Rotten Bone Swamp, they encountered no enemies for the time being, but encountered many monsters.
Passing through another quagmire, the mud was bubbling. After the bubbles burst, a wisp of breath was released. The breath rose up and merged into the poisonous miasma.
Everyone took measures to avoid the poison in advance, but still did not dare to be careless, and followed Yu Xian forward cautiously.
Wow!
Several black shadows suddenly jumped out of the quagmire. They were a group of terrifying monsters covered with bone spurs, spitting out black smoke and attacking everyone.
Without Yu Xian's order, the group of disciples closest to the monster beast had already stepped forward to surround it.
This situation had happened many times and everyone was used to it. Yu Xian just said "Hurry up" and moved on.
After the group of disciples had finished killing the monsters, they were about to return to follow everyone when one of the disciples suddenly stopped and looked in another direction with a confused expression.
"Why are you so stunned?"
The leader's direct disciple asked.
The disciple looked away and said, "Senior Sister Weng, I seem to hear the cry of a child."
"child?"
The disciple surnamed Weng was stunned for a moment and said: "How can there be children in a place like this?"
"I know it's strange, but...it doesn't seem to be my imagination."
The other party said sincerely.
The disciple named Weng frowned. She knew that this person focused on the cultivation of spiritual consciousness and five senses. Although his cultivation was not as good as hers, his ability to detect and perceive was better than hers.
"Wait, I'll notify Senior Sister Yu," she said.
As soon as Yu Xian received the news, he immediately led people to rush over.
"Where did the sound come from?"
Yu Xian actually looked a little excited.
The disciple pointed in a direction and asked puzzledly: "Senior Sister Yu, are you happy?"
"Nonsense, what kind of child could appear in a place like this? Tsk, it's not a monster after all."
The consciousness in the transformation stage rushed towards the direction pointed by the disciple and quickly returned.
Yu Xian touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "The bait is too obvious, do you think we are stupid?"
"Then shall we go?" asked the disciple surnamed Weng.
Yu Xian smiled: "Of course I want to go. They came to the door on their own initiative, so there is no reason to escape. Cheer up and get serious!"
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On a relatively dry high ground, a young child was holding his knees and sobbing.
The high ground is surrounded by a circle of quagmire. The mud in the quagmire slowly squirmed, like some kind of living thing.
Suddenly, the young child heard the sound of footsteps. He looked up and saw a group of people walking from the poisonous miasma.
"Sister, help me! Help me, I'm so scared ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
The toddler stood up and cried for help.
"I'm coming."
Yu Xian pursed his lips at the disciple behind him. The other disciple stretched out his hands and closed them in front of his chest, palms touching each other. Then his eyes narrowed slightly and his palms parted to the left and right.
The quagmire was immediately cut off in the middle by an invisible force, and then split into two. The mud was churning and wailing. After a few breaths, it stopped moving and turned into ordinary mud.
Yu Xian walked through the separated path, came to the young child, and touched his head.
"Who put you here?"
The toddler wiped his tears and said, "It's an uncle I don't know."
Yu Xian nodded and glanced around.
The toddler grabbed a piece of Yu Xian's clothes and said impatiently: "Sister, let's get out of here, I'm afraid."
As he spoke, he frequently looked towards where the others were, seemingly wanting to go to a crowded place.
Yu Xian lowered his head to look at him and said, "Do you know what will happen to you?"
The toddler looked at her confused.
"He's going to die."
She smiled evilly and whispered.
The expression on the child's face froze, and then, the childish little face suddenly became extremely ferocious.
"The divine religion is immortal and our ancestors live forever! You bad guys, go to hell!"
He screamed, his body swelling like air.
Soon enough, a bolt of lightning struck down quickly, immediately turning the child's bulging body into charcoal, preventing the other party from self-destructing.
Yu Xian kicked Jiao Tan: "This thing is a human puppet? It is indeed different from ordinary puppets. How did you do it?"
She was asking about the figures that suddenly appeared in the sky.
Two transformed gods and three Nascent Souls.
The god-transformation monk on the left stared at Yu Xian and said sadly: "Do you think you still have life?"
Yu Xian looked up at them, shaking his legs and saying, "I think you may have died."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned into thunder and soared into the sky!
The expressions of the two god-transformation monks changed, and the other three Nascent Soul monks fled in panic. The five people invariably made a strange magic trick.
Many figures suddenly emerged from several nearby mire. These figures rushed over quickly and surrounded the disciples of Taichu Temple.
The moment the giant ax fell from Yu Xian's hand, a figure stood in front of the god-transformation cultivator, and his body also exuded the aura of the god-transformation stage.
The figure was clearly a child.
However, Yu Xian didn't hesitate at all. The giant ax split the child in half, and blood and internal organs were scattered everywhere.
The two god-transforming monks looked horrified. Beside the two of them, there is a child who is also a god, but this does not bring them any comfort.
The figures surrounding the other disciples were all children, with cultivation levels ranging from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul. The eyes they looked at the Taichu audience were full of hostility, not as hollow and rigid as ordinary puppets.
A direct disciple asked: "Senior Sister Yu, what should we do with these people?"
"What should I do? Kill all the stupid ones!"
After saying that, Yu Xian continued to rush towards the cultivator.
Three Nascent Soul monks and human puppets fought with other disciples.
The benefits of the previous grouping now became apparent. Groups of disciples were in no disorder, attacking and defending in an orderly manner, gradually dividing and cannibalizing the enemy.
However, the people who were originally in the group with Yu Xian now had no leader. The direct disciple named Lu who targeted Huo Xiumao before puffed up his chest, thinking that the others would listen to his command. When he turned around, he saw that Huo Xiumao, Yin Xueze, and Wu Yaochen were all focusing on Jing Yingrong.
Wu Yaochen: "Sister Jing, which one should we deal with?"
Jing Yingrong looked at it and pointed casually: "Those two."
The three of them followed Jing Yingrong.
"Feed you"
Halfway through his words, the disciple surnamed Lu saw that they were completely ignoring him. He stamped his feet and followed them.
Yu Xian slashed three avatars one by one with his axe, and then calmly looked at the battlefield over there.
This group of enemies was just an appetizer to the Taichu audience disciples, and they were wiped out in a short time.
"Senior Sister Yu, we captured a puppet alive."
A direct disciple lifted a child in front of Yu Xian. A brocade rope was tied around the child's neck, which was a magic weapon used to prevent the target from self-destructing.
Yu Xian glanced at him and said coolly: "Dead."
"ah?"
The other party looked down and saw that the child was indeed not breathing.
"how so?!"
"His master is dead, so I asked you all to kill him. If you want to arrest them, you have to arrest their masters together, otherwise it will be a waste of effort."
Yu Xian said to everyone: "Everyone who needs healing or spiritual power should hurry up. There is nothing better to do than search for corpses. Hey, Junior Sister Jing, what are you doing there? There are no treasures on the human puppet, so there is no need to dig through it."
