Zhou Yang took a few steps back, terrified in his heart.

It was difficult for him to deal with a puppet. If Mu Zifeng hadn't used up his soul power to open the black coffin for him, he would have left it in his hands.

Now he has to fight two god-level puppets alone. Even if he has mastered the magical power of space, he has no confidence in defeating them.

"Boy, those two puppets can no longer move, what are you afraid of!" Mu Zifeng said scornfully.

"I can't move, why?" Zhou Yang was frightened by the beating and would never rush forward just because of Mu Zifeng's words.

"Here, have you seen that junior lying down? That guy is a bit wise and scheming."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yang stopped his retreat and asked with a frown.

"At the last moment, this kid actually found out the key points of the puppets and restrained them all. Well, not bad, really good, much better than you!" Mu Zifeng shook his head and said.

"Are you saying that these two puppets have their vitals restrained and cannot move at all?" Zhou Yang immediately became energetic.

No matter how powerful you are, if you can't move, then what's the threat?

"Humph!" Mu Zifeng glanced at him with contempt.

"That's good, that's good." Zhou Yang stared at the two god-level puppets, his eyes shining brightly.

"Okay, they're nothing to worry about. You'd better check to see if that person is dead first."

Although Mu Zifeng was indifferent, his spiritual sense was very keen. Zhou Yang always paid attention to his words, and after hearing the words, he walked towards the lying strong man.

The man was lying on his back under a puppet. He must have been completely dead. Not only was there no life left in his body, he also had no breath of soul.

Zhou Yang's tense expression relaxed, and he reached into the arms of the corpse, but found nothing.

It's no wonder that if a master of the divine realm has something like a storage bag, he must be storing a magic weapon or a divine treasure.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Yang used force in his hand and grabbed the man's pubic area.

"No, be careful!" Mu Zifeng suddenly shouted.

However, it was too late. A ray of green light rushed directly into Zhou Yang's altar, causing his big hand to reach out and his body to stiffen.

"Damn it!" Mu Zifeng roared, the roar going straight into Zhou Yang's soul.

But Zhou Yang remained as motionless as a wood carving and clay sculpture.

"Lao Chi, it's broken. His soul is going to be controlled by others!" Mu Zifeng was in a panic and hurriedly asked Chi Lingzi for help.

"Let's take a look first and then talk." Although Chi Lingzi's face was solemn, he still waved his hands.

"If you look any further, his life will be at risk!" Mu Zifeng shouted.

At this moment, Zhou Yang's situation was exactly the same as what Mu Zifeng said, and his soul had completely lost its freedom.

"Here, the consciousness can hardly be used, and the power of the soul will be sharply reduced. Although he has secret techniques, it is almost impossible to seize the body." Chi Lingzi shook his head.

"Then..." "Don't worry, that person's soul has been severely damaged, and the power of his soul has been greatly damaged. Compared with when it was at its peak, only two or three out of ten remain."

"As for Zhou Yang's Yuanshen, who is already powerful and has recently achieved a breakthrough, the two are evenly matched. If he can survive, this will be an excellent training opportunity for him."

Chi Lingzi was not in a hurry, Feng Qingyun said calmly.

Mu Zifeng looked at Zhou Yang's stunned soul and couldn't help but frown.
Chapter completed!