"But, this is not a long-term solution!" Wei Wutong looked at the struggling puppets with a black line on his forehead: "What should we do now? Just look at them like this?"

"Otherwise?" Meng Dongliu also had a headache: "We can't just leave them alone, right? Don't forget, there is also Shen Yuelang!"

Speaking of Shen Yuelang, Wei Wutong's expression changed: "Yes, yes, this guy is very weird. We must be careful, not only of his puppets, but also of him!"

"Didn't you come with him? Why are you still careful about him?"

"Were we together? I was dragged in! I was walking well at that time. He said he wanted my help with something. I was thinking about my fellow disciples who wanted to go up to the second floor, so I came in. Well, who knew this would happen..."

"Why did he bring you in for no reason?" Meng Dongliu obviously didn't believe this argument.

"If you ask him about this, there's no point in asking me!"

"Okay, we have to find a place to take shelter temporarily. This is not a long-term solution!" Qiu Cunmo interrupted the argument between the two.

The three people worked together to tie the three puppets into rice dumplings. Meng Dongliu and Wei Wutong pulled them and followed Qiu Cunmo to find a sheltered cave for temporary shelter.

Wei Wutong sneezed: "It's too cold here. If there is no heating, we will starve to death or freeze to death."

"Don't worry about this." Meng Dongliu took the space magic weapon with him and took out dry firewood and rocks.

"I have suffered losses before, so I always have these things in the space."

Qiu Cunmo took some snow, boiled water in an iron pot, soaked some fried batter, and the three of them had some hot rice.

"How much do you two know about this space?"

Wei Wutong paused slightly: "I know a little bit, but it's just a superficial knowledge. There are fifty levels of trial rooms in Huanhai Sect. No. 43 where we are is the last open trial room. The remaining seven are The trial room requires a certain warrant to be opened."

"No wonder, Feng Kuan had such an expression when he mentioned the trial room." Qiu Cunmo finally understood the guy's pretense of mystery.

"The core of Trial Room No. 43 seems to be a challenge, but no one said what the challenge was. Now it seems that it is a challenge to myself!" Meng Dongliu was choked and coughed twice: "What is the result of the challenge? Kill yourself?"

"There's no point in killing him, right? You've already killed my puppet several times!" Wei Wutong said wilted.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Qiu Cunmo was confused and thoughtful, "Feng Kuan said before that Shen Yuelang was scarred every time he left the trial room."

"That guy's cultivation level is not low. If he is even injured, then we will be in danger!" Wei Wutong looked at himself and became even more nervous.

"It's not us, it's us!" Meng Dongliu pointed at himself and Wei Wutong, and looked at Xiang Qiu Cunmo meaningfully: "She will not be in any danger!"

"That's not necessarily true!?" Qiu Cunmo smiled half-heartedly: "If it weren't for my God-Zhanping Sword, the puppet couldn't copy it, which gave me a slight advantage. If we really had a head-on fight, I would It’s really not possible to escape unscathed.”

The puppet copied, even her mental power was copied, so her combat power would definitely be copied as well.

What are the chances of winning against someone who is exactly the same as yourself?

"No, we are all here, and the puppets are also here. Where are Shen Yuelang and his puppets?" Meng Dongliu suddenly remembered the most critical thing.

There must be a reason why Shen Yuelang dragged Wei Wutong into trial room No. 43.

It makes no sense that all three of their puppets appeared, but he and his puppets were silent and there was no movement at all.

…

Trial Room No. 43.

In a snow cave.

The puppets of Qiu Cunmo, Wei Wutong, and Meng Dongliu stood side by side, standing there with blank eyes.

"It's a pity that this dumb kill has little effect on me, otherwise I can make good use of it this time!"

Turning his eyes, he landed on Wei Wutong's puppet and drove a black talisman into his body.

"I hope my guess is correct and you won't disappoint me either!"

The fingers turned around and stabbed into the puppet's lower abdomen.

…

In the cave.

Wei Wutong, who was warming himself by the fire, suddenly groaned, and his expression while holding the bowl changed.

"What are you doing?" Meng Dongliu rolled his eyes at him: "Isn't it because you have a stomachache from eating too much?"

Wei Wutong's eyes slowly moved, and his face turned obviously pale.

Qiu Cunmo saw something was wrong: "Wei Wutong?"

"Why do you look so ugly?" Meng Dongliu also noticed something was wrong, and quickly came over and half-knelt in front of him.

As soon as he met him, Wei Wutong suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Dongliu retracted his hand in fear and looked at himself at a loss.

"I, I don't have a thorn in my hand, what's your name?"

"No, I, ah..." Before Wei Wutong could finish his words, he screamed again and fell down next to Meng Dongliu.

"Wei Wutong..." Meng Dongliu hugged him quickly with quick eyes and hands.

Immediately, his expression changed and he slowly raised his hand.

The hand he placed on Wei Wutong's lower abdomen was actually covered in blood.

"You, your wound has opened again? You Sha..."

"He didn't relapse from an old injury!" Qiu Cunmo felt that things were a little strange: "His wound just now was on his chest, not his lower abdomen."

"My, my Dantian, Dantian, ah..." Wei Wutong screamed, trying to protect his Dantian, but he didn't know how to do it because of the pain.

Meng Dongliu was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and tore open his lower abdomen, his expression completely changed.

"What the hell...is going on?"

On Wei Wutong's lower abdomen, there was a fist-sized wound exposed, and blood was spurting out. The edge of the wound was still changing, as if... there was a hand stirring back and forth in the wound.

Because of the pain, Wei Wutong's whole body was stiff and he did not dare to move.

But the feeling is very clear: "My red elixir, someone seems to be here, there, picking my red elixir, ah... hurry up, help me!"

"How can I help? How can I help?" Meng Dongliu was at a loss what to do: "I can't see anything now, how can I help you!?"

There is so much emptiness in front of me, and I can't help even if I want to.

Qiu Cunmo suddenly looked at Wei Wutong's puppet. The God-Beheading Sword suddenly flew around and chopped off the puppet's head with one strike.

"What's the use of killing him?" Meng Dongliu was completely confused.

Qiu Cunmo did not explain, but walked to the entrance of the cave with his knife, looking at the ice and snow with his eyes.

"My injury? My injury seems to not be so painful anymore." Wei Wutong suddenly looked at himself in surprise.

The wound was still bleeding, but there was no longer the heartbreaking pain.

Meng Dongliu suddenly guessed something and said thoughtfully: "These puppets are all coming for us. If you kill one puppet, there will be a second one. Du Sha, you want to attract another Wei Wutong."

Puppet?!"

Wei Wutong also realized at this time: "Don't you think that someone is doing tricks on my puppet, and I am also injured like the puppet? But that's not right, why did you kill several puppets? I

Is your head okay?"

"Puppets and golems are not all the same," the God-killing Sword whizzed and flew, pointing outwards. Qiu Cunmo glanced at the two of them: "But we should know about it soon!"

It was freezing and snowing, and a figure was running quickly this way.

It is Wei Wutong's puppet.

And there is a hole as big as a fist in the abdomen of this puppet.

Wei Wutong subconsciously touched the wound: "It's your uncle's! What the hell is going on?"

Why is it that when this puppet is injured, he will be in pain to death??

Qiu Cunmo suddenly laughed: "Tell me, if I cut off his head now, will your head be missing too?"

"You'll know if you try it, right?" Meng Dongliu smiled mischievously.
Chapter completed!