Ji Mingyao didn't care about the doll and started busy setting up the barrier again.
The Malice Doll is just a body, used to hold the soul.
This thing was researched during her previous life's battles, but she didn't expect it to be useful today.
All formations are arranged around the puppets. After activation, this area becomes the battlefield of the puppets.
The heroic spirit inside this doll is the Xueling clan who was persecuted by the Xuanming Sect.
Two forces that hate each other are destined to fight to the death.
After Ji Mingyao completed the arrangement, he took a deep look at the puppet sitting in the grass.
"It's easiest to avenge yourself."
There is nothing more satisfying than being able to kill your enemies with your own hands. Ji Mingyao regarded it as giving them justice.
It wasn't until she completely disappeared that the doll slowly turned around and bowed towards the place where she left to express its gratitude.
Ji Mingyao has figured out the entrance to Xuanming Sect, but she still doesn't know how to get in.
Although there is a Mu Gao Minghua who can serve as evidence, if the people who are chasing him are not allowed to see the evil deeds of the Xuan Ming Sect with their own eyes, I am afraid they still cannot convince the public.
Ji Mingyao thought about it and decided to go in and take a look.
She was dormant outside the fortress and saw many people coming in and out. Among these people, there were people in gray robes, some in black robes, and some in white robes embroidered with gold-rimmed flowers.
Needless to say, the person wearing the exquisite white robe must be a cadre.
The men in white robes patrolled around the frost grass. They seemed very angry. They drew their swords and killed several gray robes standing nearby.
Those gray robes never expected that they would die so suddenly.
After they died, the people in white robes took a few steps away. Soon the blood seeped into the soil. Several long black tentacles rose from the ground, twisted wildly, rolled up the dead people and shrank back into the soil.
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A strong smell of blood permeated the surrounding soil.
Ji Mingyao, who was hiding in the dark, seemed to hear the sound of chewing.
Not long after, several frost-cold grasses bloomed with wilted flowers.
Baipao spat, "Oh, it's useless."
He looked at the blooming flowers with dissatisfaction and ordered: "Collect these flowers and I will go into the Snowy Mountains to see the situation.
Ancestor will wake up soon, and there are a few good women in this batch of sacrifices for Ancestor."
Xuanpao: "Yes, my subordinates will make arrangements immediately."
After Baipao finished his instructions, he went to the Snowy Mountains alone.
The lonely white robe is Ji Mingyao's target.
The leadership must know a lot.
Their conversation just now also involved the ancestor, who seemed to be a key figure.
Ji Mingyao followed Bai Pao all the way and took action immediately after Bai Pao entered the Snow Mountain.
Baipao was very alert, and he noticed it as soon as Ji Mingyao made a move.
He chopped off the silver needle that Ji Mingyao used to sneak attack, and the hood on his head fell off, revealing a young and familiar face.
Gongsun Han!
This scumbag is actually not dead yet.
Ji Mingyao clenched her fists in the dark, never expecting to see this scumbag again in this life.
And judging by his appearance, he seemed to be living a pretty good life as a child.
Gongsun Han scanned the surroundings but couldn't sense any aura.
He looked at the silver needle on the ground and narrowed his eyes slightly, "How courageous you are to dare to go against the Xuanming Sect. If you don't want to harm the clan, then go out and die on your own."
Ji Mingyao originally wanted to deal with the white robe 'privately', but she didn't expect that the white robe was Gongsun Han, so this matter would have to be discussed separately.
She walked out of the darkness with a slight smile on her face and a cold murderous intent in her eyes.
"Long time no see, Gongsun Han."
Gongsun Han was not surprised when he saw Ji Mingyao, and did not respond to her greeting. He just drew out his sword and cursed in a low voice,