"Doll puppet?" Murong Xiao's tiger body shook, "How is that possible!"

"Look at their limbs, are they a little stiff when they move, and their facial expressions are also a little gloomy and terrifying..." Heisha said.

Murong Xiao looked carefully and found some clues. He said in a deep voice: "If it were really a puppet, who would it be? Turn them into puppets, and who was manipulating them..."

"Is it him?"

Murong Xiao thought of a possible person. The old guy has been missing for thousands of years and has not appeared again.

"It's indeed possible that it's him..." Hei Sha said, "That old guy liked to tinker with such strange techniques, strange techniques, and art of the living dead..."

"If it was him, why did he let these two dolls go up to the holy mountain..." Murong Xiao said with a gloomy face, "Go and check it out immediately and see where these two people are hiding now. I want to really destroy them!"

After saying that, a small blue clear light on the wall fell into his palm, and he picked up the light and disappeared.

"It turned out to be this thing..."

Heisha stayed in place, stunned for several seconds, with two violent fires flashing in his eyes.

He didn't expect that he had been searching for a magical artifact for nearly two thousand years, and was always in front of him every day.

...

"Sister Qingxue, there is the Holy Mountain Temple in front of you. Are we going in now?" Two hours later, Mi Qingxue and Murong Xianxian also came not far below the top of the Holy Mountain.

Looking up from a distance, you can see rows of towering palaces on the top of the mountain, with pearls and treasures, absolutely grand and classy.

"I first observe it. I feel that there is something strange around here, and it seems that there is some evil power wandering here..."

As a saint and a mid-level saint, Mi Qingxue has much stronger perception than Murong Xianxian, and she feels a little uneasy.

"for……"

Before Murong Xianxian could finish his words, Mi Qingxue covered her mouth with her hands. Murong Xianxian opened her eyes wide and vaguely saw two figures slowly floating up from below.

"Why are they?"

Murong Xianxian was shocked. She had seen these two people before, but they were not living people, but paintings.

The two of them were a little stiff in their movements, and their expressions were even more strange. They were step by step like puppets, slowly floating upwards. Because of the holy light of the body protection and the sword and shield, they could not find Mi Qingxue and the others.

The two of them slowly floated up, and finally turned into two rays of black light and sneaked into the treasure hall group above.

"Why are the two of them still alive?" Murong Xianxian frowned, feeling a little incredible.

Mi Qingxue said: "That should not be two living people, but two dolls..."

"Doll?" Murong Xianxian had naturally heard of it, but he was a little puzzled, "Who wants to make them into dolls? Could it be that old thief Murong Xiao?"

“It’s not certain yet…”

Before Mi Qingxue finished speaking, a muffled sound suddenly came from the treasure hall group above, and one of the treasure halls collapsed halfway.

Several figures soared into the sky and floated on the top of the holy mountain, with a cold light on their bodies.

"Two living dead people dare to come to you on their own initiative! I want to see who was instructing you!" One of them was Murong Xiao with white hair. Although he was thousands of years old, his eyes were still extremely sharp.

The two dolls had nothing to say, and directly attacked Murong Xiao from left to right.

One person held a knife and the other person held a sword. The sword light and sword shadow covered the sky and the moon, dyeing the top of the holy mountain into a terrifying silver color.

"Good come!"

Murong Xiao's eyes looked like fire, and he raised his hand and burst out a divine light, pressing towards the two of them.

“Now is a good opportunity!”

Mi Qingxue and Murong Xianxian looked at each other, and Ermei immediately walked around quietly from another direction, hoping to take advantage of the fight between these people and go around the temple to see if there is any information to be found.

A dazzling ray of light came from above the temple. Murong Xiao was surrounded by divine light, and a crown above his head was even more shiny. This was an ancestral weapon of his Murong family, and now he has a strong reaction.

"Why are these two so strong?"

Murong Xiao became more and more shocked as he fought. The other two dolls were buried by himself two thousand years ago. At that time, their strength was only at the third level of the sect king, but now their strength is comparable to that of him.

What made him feel even more strange was that these two people seemed to use the power of the Yuanling, and their power seemed to be inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and their attacks continued one after another.

"Go to die!"

As Murong Ancestor Murong, Murong Xiao was naturally furious. He didn't expect that he would be forced to this point by two dolls.

The blue light in his palm appeared again. He pointed in front of him and turned into a dazzling golden star, smashing at one of the dolls, and at the same time he fought with another doll.

"Boom boom boom..."

Above the Holy Mountain, there were terrifying throbbing. The powerful movements made some people from the Murong family outside the Holy Mountain hear it, and many people looked at this side.

I saw a golden setting sun in the sky, which looked particularly dazzling on this dark rainy night.

"how so……"

"Is there something wrong with the Holy Mountain?"

Many disciples of the Murong family began to rush to Murong Holy Mountain, and Murong Zhentian, who was in another place of Murong Zudi, also looked up and saw something strange in the Holy Mountain.

"Sure enough, that thing is on this old thief!"

Murong Zhentian's face became extremely gloomy. Of course he knew this treasure. This thing was originally his grandfather's property, but it had been missing for nearly three thousand years but he did not expect it to reappear now and fell on the old thief Murong Xiao.

"Father, what should we do?" A man in green stood in front of Murong Zhentian.

This is Murong Zhentian’s only son, or his illegitimate son, and he also knows this treasure.

"Let the people outside the gate release the family formation and let the 100,000 troops come in. You and I bring the black-clothed group, and we will deal with Murong Xiao overnight!"

Murong Zhentian had a long time ago, but his son was a little worried: "If you let the 100,000 troops come in now, will they let them flatten our ancestral land? We may not get anything at that time..."

"Silly boy, I have already mastered the treasure house of the Murong family. Now I have looted it. As for the holy jade, let them compete for it." Murong Zhentian said with a dark smile.

"Hehe, my father is indeed wise, but I don't want the jade in the holy position, right?" The young man was a little puzzled.

He naturally knew what the Holy Place jade was, otherwise he would not have attracted a hundred thousand troops from the nine immortal cities. Among these people, they were all top experts.

If the jade of the Holy Pose is useless, Murong Xiao would not have deliberately created a fake place to fool the great elders of the wolves and ambitions in the clan.

"snort!"

Murong Zhentian smiled strangely and said, "Only those fools can truly believe in the legends on the mainland. If you really get a piece of jade, you can become a saint and practice nothing!"
Chapter completed!