At the moment the stone drum collapsed, a golden light flashed in the air, but it was deeply imprinted into the human mind.

It was a huge golden monster with a single horn on its head, and the bulging stone drums on its chest were shining with purple glare. The eyes were as cold as an eternal deep pool, and the breath was as unpredictable as a god.

"Is this?" Chen Hao was shocked and wondered. Could it be that the blood of the divine beast was flowing in the body of the drumbeat demon? At this moment, he had a life-threatening explosion before his death. Finally, he borrowed a trace of the power of his former ancestors. With just a glance, he exploded the blood puppets he possessed one by one.

The entire Thousand Peak Formation was in a mess, and most of the towering stone peaks had collapsed, destroying the entire formation. The countless electric snakes swimming in the sky were gone, and the strong smell of blood was everywhere. The monsters that had besieged this mountain before were actually not left, and the broken bones covered the big pits on the ground, with a faint crystal luster on them, showing the extraordinaryness of its master's life and reminding the tragic struggle just now.

The dust fog in the sky gradually faded away, revealing the blue sky. Several white clouds drifted with the wind, covering the scorching sun and bringing a hint of shade to the earth. However, a large area of ​​collapsed at the foot of this mountain, like a celestial dog biting it on it, with uneven broken holes. If someone looked down from the air, he would be extremely shocked.

Chen Hao sighed and wanted to put away the copper box in his hand. Suddenly, a slight squeak sounded in his ears. He shook his whole body and thought to himself, could those blood puppets still survive?

Thinking of this, he grabbed the copper box with one hand and Kong Yue with the other, searched around the entire Qianfeng Formation, cut open the heavy stone peaks, and pierced the thick soil. Finally, in the middle of a big pit, he found a red light as big as a palm, which was the rest of the blood puppet after it was blown to pieces.

At this moment, the red light was wrapped around the body by golden light, and it was emitting sizzling blue smoke. A cracked blood bone of the drum demon was falling not far away, but it could not swallow it and restore it, as if the golden light was a natural restraint.

Chen Hao stepped back and stood still, his eyebrows frowned. Although he was a little afraid of the blood puppets he had formed before, this small piece was obviously not enough to reach any threat. Therefore, he released his mind and wanted to see what this golden light was. However, in his heart, he remembered the phantom of the golden monster he had just seen.

Could it be that this power also comes from the bloodline of the drum demon? After the eternal inheritance, it still has such power. In an instant, it suppressed the many puppets that were previously regarded as immortal by Chen Hao. Only a small piece of red light survived here. If there was no external force to help, it would not take long to be extinct.

Chen Hao was a little hesitant, afraid that releasing the fast-blooded puppet would retaliate against himself. Suddenly he glanced at the copper box in his hand, and his heart was slightly calmer. Then he waved his hand to cut out a sword energy and slashed towards the thin layer of golden light. The latter seemed to feel the danger. The entire golden light curtain suddenly wrinkled and twisted, and he knew how to avoid misfortune like a living thing.

Unfortunately, the speed of the sword energy was too fast, but it hit the golden light in an instant. With a "pop" sound, it was like defeating the Gre. The golden light curtain kept twisting and slowly removed the sharp force of the sword energy. It fell to the ground with red light, and moved out little by little, like a wounded and running away. However, the speed of the little beast was too slow. Even if it was given a day and one night, it would be impossible for Chen Hao to fly away with the green lotus for a moment.

Chen Hao was about to step forward to take other measures, but suddenly he felt the space around him change and made a slight explosion. He quickly stopped and shouted vigilantly: "Who?"

"Fellow Taoist, don't panic, we're waiting." But the scenery in front of you flashed, and the entire remaining Qianfeng Formation was instantly removed, revealing the group of monks who were in the center of the formation before.

These people saw the tragic scenery of the entire mountain, and their eyes were filled with glory for surviving the disaster. The eyes of Chen Hao were more or less grateful and awe for his vast means.

Although you can't feel the sharp aura outside in the heart of the formation, just by looking at the drum beast that can kill a demon beast with a few hits, you can know the extraordinaryness of this beast, let alone the golden beast shadow it released before it died. It is simply a method like a god and a demon in this world. Perhaps only a monk with great soul can match it.

But such a powerful monster died in the hands of the young man in front of him. How could it not be shocked and panic?

"Wala" An ancient scroll suddenly flew up from the ground and fell into the hands of the tall and thin monk in the lead. The man's face was a little complicated. He didn't look at whether the ancient scroll was damaged and stuffed it into his arms. He just said to Chen Hao carefully.

"My fellow Taoist saved me and some monks of Li Sect, so that the ancestors' inheritance will not be cut off at this moment. It is really a great kindness. I, Qiao Yigui, is the 136th generation leader of this sect. I, not dare to repay you in vain. I, if I have something to do in the future, I will definitely help you." The tall and thin monk said with a solemn expression.

"What!" Chen Hao was a little surprised and took back his mind that was focused on the golden light curtain. He asked in a deep thought: "Can the noble sect be passed down for eternity? It has been a time for hundreds of generations, but why did he fall to this point?"

He originally didn't want to pay attention to this monk. He wanted to find a way to collect the golden light curtain and then took the Zheng brothers and sisters away from the place. He experienced a great battle here. Although the chaotic breath was conducive to avoiding the tracking of the great masters behind him, the tragic battlefield was also easy to attract the attention of those who were interested.

This sect called Dianli Sect has exhausted the resources of the entire mountain gate before. Now, it is probably because it is powerless to cover up a small fantasy array. But even such a remote mountain place is located, there is a sect called it a sect passed down from all ages. How can people not be surprised?

But when Qiao Yi heard this, he nodded heavily and said, "Although the library of this sect has been burned many times and has lost many recorded documents, from some remaining manuscripts, it can still be concluded that the inheritance of this sect has indeed lasted for tens of thousands of years. As for why it has become so degraded, I don't know why it has become so degraded. This is the case when I took this position from the head of the sect. It seems that it is like the rise and fall of the dynasty in the secular world. There is no eternal prosperity. No matter how arrogant you were before, it will gradually decline with the continuous erosion of the ruthless time."

"It makes sense." Chen Hao nodded, but he was still a little skeptical. He thought about it and asked, "Since your sect has been so long, I think they must be knowledgeable people. Can you ask, what kind of thing is this small golden light curtain on the ground?"

"The Spirit of the Monster Beast?" Qiao Yi noticed the abnormality on the ground, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise. A hint of envy flashed through his eyes, and there was still a faint feeling of greed, but it was hidden by carefulness. If it weren't for careful observation, it wouldn't be noticed.

"What is the spirit of monster beasts?" Chen Hao frowned, his eyes like a knife. How could the greed just now escape his eyes? He was already even more disgusted with this person, but he hid better than Qiao Yi. His magic technique has been perfected by him, and even some flaws will be regarded as dazzling.

"These monsters are different from us cultivators. When their cultivation level is promoted to a certain stage, they can break through the demon pill and turn into a ball of essence, rather than achieving the Nascent Soul. The power of these two has their own advantages, but the Nascent Soul is extremely fragile. If you walk away from your body, you may be able to smash it into pieces, and as long as the essence condensed by the monsters still has a trace of residual existence, you will have a chance to recover again."

"Is it so magical?" Chen Hao said in surprise, "If this is the case, wouldn't it be almost immortal?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Qiao Yi shook his head and said, "In fact, whether it is the Nascent Soul or the Spirit of the Monsters, they are all excellent materials for alchemy and weapon refining. They are thrown into the burning copper furnace. No matter how stubborn you resist, you will only be refined."

He suddenly frowned and said with a heavy tone: "The demon clan has been depressed for thousands of years. If it weren't for the fact that there were still a few old monsters in the mountains and ridges, they would probably have been killed by other tribes. I didn't expect that this time, the attack on our sect would be a sign of the resurgence of the demon clan?"

Chen Hao's heart sank, and there was a little more worry in his heart. If it were true as Qiao Yi, the leader of Li Zong, said, it would be a bloody storm in the entire continent soon, and the disaster would only be greater than the civil storm that was still underway in the secular world at this moment. After all, both sides of the war were monks with some magical means. They could shake down a hill with a wave of hand, roll back rivers, bury millions of corpses, and blew rafting oars in advance.

But now his cultivation is low and he cannot control the universe. He reversed the tragedy that was about to happen. He could only exhale a long breath of turbid air and calmed down and said, "How should this monster spirit be collected?"

He just wanted to urge Yuanli to absorb it into the Buddha's land space, but he did not dare to determine whether this spirit belonged to the living creatures mentioned by Master Zangkong. He wanted to urge the copper box, but found that the blood puppet fragments had no reaction, as if the whole body was isolated by the golden light curtain. He only made a few squeaks at the beginning and disappeared, so he had to give up helplessly. Since the leader of Li Zong beside him could call out the name of the golden light, he thought he would have to deal with it.

But Qiao Yi said, "The way of collecting monster spirits is exactly the same as that of subduing spirit beasts. I still have some beast rings here, so I will be with you at this time."
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