"Is this what you are talking about for the Taoist Zhu Xie?" The man known as the Demon Lord, Xue Jie, the former deputy sect leader of the Blood God Sect, looked at the purple-black puppet that Wu Sa took out.

The puppet is exactly two meters tall, all of its skin is metallic, and the light golden patterns seem to have some mysterious rules. The top of the head is bare and hairless, and two light blue gems are used as eyes.

Xue Jie's eyes swept to the puppet's crotch, as bare as the top of his head, which was a pity.

After a simple study, Xue Jie confirmed that this puppet was prepared by a powerful and powerful weapon refiner of the same level with a much higher realm than himself. You should know that Xue Jie is a demon cultivator in the fusion stage, and above him, there are only tribulation stages, Mahayana stages and Earth Immortals.

The artifact refiners in the fusion stage are extremely rare in the cultivation world. They basically squat in the top ten sects and are protected by people, so they need to leave a backup plan outside to escape.

After thinking about it, Xue Jie estimated that the owner of this puppet had probably already ascended, so he rested on the puppet with confidence.

Looking at this scene, Wu Na's new heart was dripping blood, but he led the Taoist Zhuxie to Nanyuan Mountain, and he had to offer a puppet to let Xue Jie kill the Taoist Zhuxie in exchange for a chance to survive.

After half a quarter of an hour of sacrifice, Xue Jie stopped. After all, the Taoist Zhu Xie had already reached the door, so there was no time to carefully sacrifice and refine it.

"The time for sacrifice and refining is too short, so we can only exert the power of the divine realm, but it is enough to attack a Nascent Soul boy." Xue Jie put his spiritual sense into the puppet and said while doing some simple moves.

"The Demon Lord's flag is open and victorious." Wu Sa said to the ground again.

"Hmph." The puppet operated by Xue Jie turned into a ray of cold wind and disappeared into the mountain hall.

Outside Nanyuan Mountain, the demon cultivators cut down by Yu Cheng Mo had exceeded 100 digits. Now those demon cultivators with the virtual elixir golden elixir are already scared by Yu Cheng Mo, and few people dare to come forward to provoke.

Bu Xianxian had already used the messenger talisman to ask Zuo Qiuyin for help for the third time. Although she didn't know what the senior brother of the Jindan stage could do when he came, it was better than her useless Qi training.

Damn it, why did I come with Yu Cheng Mo! Bu Xianxian blamed herself in her heart. No matter how stupid she is, she can see that Yu Cheng Mo will be dead here entirely to protect herself. If Yu Cheng Mo was alone, I would probably have killed in and killed all the place... If he had no psychological problems.

Bu Xianxian, who was full of worry and self-blame, held the sword that Yu Chengmo forced to her tightly.

Just as Bu Xianxian complained and gave up on himself, Yu Chengmo's voice came from the front: "What are you stunned? I brought you here to understand the fighting style of high-level monks. In order to improve your understanding of spiritual energy, I am not going to be stunned here!"

Bu Xianxian, who was still blaming himself just now, had his first reaction when he heard Yu Cheng Mo's words, saying, "I only saw you slaughtering one side, where did the high-level monks fight?"

"Whether to fight the Nascent Soul or to fight a group of golden elixirs, isn't it considered a battle between high-level cultivators?" Yu Chengmo asked back.

After quarreling with Bu Xianxian, Yu Chengmo found that he could relieve his discomfort due to murder, and he said it even more happily: "Look at those demon cultivators, their actions to deal with my attacks, or form a tight defense, or allow themselves to speed up to avoid the attacks, and some people release illusions in advance to interfere with my attacks. Isn't it all about spiritual energy?"

"Then no matter how exquisite or magical their operations are, they will be killed instantly by you with one move, without exception?" Bu Xianxian curled his lips. As long as he stood by this invincible guy, he would be a destruction of the cultivator's confidence.

"Hmph, I am an exception. A demon cultivator who can last half of my moves is still a pride of heaven even if he practices the right path." Yu Cheng Mo said proudly, suddenly his face changed, he turned around to release spiritual defense, and put his hands in front of him.
Chapter completed!