"Master Chen, these fourth-level mountain-holding stones are extremely heavy. I can't move them. You may need to go down there yourself."
In mid-air, Yu Changjian said to Chen Mobai with an apologetic look.
"Huh?" After hearing this, Chen Mobai had a meaningful expression on his face, "You want me to enter the formation?"
"Please don't worry, Master Chen. I can swear an oath from my heart and promise not to activate the formation."
Yu Changjian said with a confident expression.
"You have to know that even your entire Mount Rokko combined cannot compare to my life."
Chen Mobai said something sarcastic, and Yu Changjian looked embarrassed after hearing this, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Forget it, just go down there."
Just when Yu Changjian thought that his ancestor's plan had failed, Chen Mobai suddenly agreed.
Yu Changjian looked overjoyed. He was thinking about the scene where his ancestor would launch a large formation to suppress this enemy later, when he saw Chen Mobai take out a puppet from his storage bag.
This puppet's whole body shone with golden brilliance, and there were faint flames flowing through the wooden texture, as if powerful spells were engraved on it. It was holding a wooden sword and a wooden shield, and its aura was even higher than that of Yu Changjian, the head of Liujia Mountain.
"Jinyang Puppet!"
As a monk from the largest puppet sect in the Eastern Wasteland, Yu Changjian naturally recognized this puppet immediately.
This is also the only puppet technique that can be compared with the inheritance of Mount Rokko.
But isn’t this head Chen a sword cultivator?
How come you still know how to use puppetry?
When Yu Changjian was panicking, he saw that Chen Mobai had already controlled the Jinyang puppet and flew to the front of the formation at Mount Liujia.
"Open the formation. This puppet of mine can also exert the power of forming pills. I'll go down with you to get the mountain-holding stone."
Chen Mobai's Jinyang puppet was eliminated by Fu Zongjue.
The Golden Sun Spirit Tree of the Shenmu Sect is very precious to the outside world, but for Fu Zongjue, it's all about taking whatever you ask for, just cut one down when you want it.
Repairing a damaged Jinyang puppet is more troublesome than rebuilding one, so Fu Zongjue, who has no shortage of materials, basically chooses to redo it.
As for those eliminated Jinyang puppets, Fu Zongjue would give some to the puppet department, and some would be directly dismantled, removing some of the still usable parts and using them on new puppets.
After Chen Mobai found out about this, he asked him for a eliminated Jinyang puppet.
Although Fu Zongjue felt strange, he generously brought Chen Mobai into his puppet cave and let him choose.
Chen Mobai saw more than a dozen Jinyang puppets that had been damaged due to battles. All the materials were made of the top-notch third-order high-grade Jinyang wood.
If the Immortal Sect's puppet master saw this, even Che Yucheng's eyes would probably turn red!
What a waste!
Chen Mobai was filled with emotion and selected a Jinyang puppet that had no flaws on the outside but had its internal parts shattered by the shock. Then he used his third-level Immortal Sect puppetry technique and combined it with the Immortality Puppetry technique to transform it.
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After all, the phaseless doll is precious. If he encounters a situation where he needs to venture into an unknown place, Chen Mobai would still be reluctant to part with it.
This Jinyang puppet is just right.
Anyway, Fu Zongjue eliminated a lot of defective products. Even if he loses one, he can always get another one for repair in the future.
"What's wrong, Master Yu is unwilling to open the formation?"
Chen Mobai was distracted and turned into thoughts, controlling the Jin Yang puppet to arrive in front of the formation. Seeing Yu Changjian's face was cloudy and uncertain, he became wary.
Although he didn't know why Liujiashan dared to plot against him, but combined with Xu Shengbing's attack on Yin Qingmei, he felt that he might have underestimated this sect's hatred for the Shenmu Sect.
At this thought, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Yu Changjian was instantly awakened by a solemn murderous intention.
"Wherever, Master Chen, please come over here!"
Yu Changjian followed Yan Fusheng's instructions and wanted to trick Chen Mobai into the formation at Mount Liujia, but now he only got a Jinyang puppet in, which made him a little confused.
But then he thought about it, the Jinyang puppet was considered a third-level combat power, and being able to suppress Chen Laomo's puppet was considered a credit.
So he immediately opened a portal through the formation, allowing the puppet to enter.
Chen Mobai also wanted to see what kind of medicine his opponent was selling in his gourd. After controlling the puppet to enter, he followed Yu Changjian to the depths of Mount Liujia.
Entering a cave, I quickly saw the fourth-order mountain-holding stone enshrined on the stone platform.
But Chen Mobai's eyes were attracted by the tall black-robed monk next to him.
Chen Mobai: "May I ask who you are?"
Yan Fusheng couldn't help but look disappointed when he saw that what came in was just a Jinyang puppet. But at this time, he had to take action.
After all, Chen Mobai's decision to take away this fourth-level mountain-holding stone has already touched his bottom line.
"Little guy, why don't you just sit quietly as the leader of your Shenmu Sect? You have to come to Mount Rokko to die!"
As Yan Fusheng spoke, his falcon-like eyes flashed with blue light, and an invisible wave of consciousness turned into a strange attack, like a cold wind that silently invaded Jinyang.
Among the puppets.
Then, there was a click!
This golden sun puppet, which could suppress any perfect monk in the Eastern Wasteland, seemed to have lost all control and fell to pieces on the ground of the cave.
"The power of the ancestors!"
Yu Changjian, who was following behind, couldn't help but feel excited when he saw this scene.
This trick of converting spiritual consciousness into evil wind is specially used by them in Liujia Mountain to deal with the puppet master.
Yan Fusheng defeated the Jinyang puppet controlled by Chen Mobai's spiritual consciousness in an understatement, which shows that his cultivation level is high and his spiritual consciousness is powerful.
"Let's go, lest this leader Chen escapes!"
Yan Fusheng, however, seemed to have done a very simple thing. He walked past the broken Jin Yang puppet with a calm expression, and flew out of the cave where he had hidden for decades with a black smoke-like will-o'-the-wisp wind.
When the blood curse broke out in Xu Shengbing's body, Yan Fusheng knew that the plan to plunder the Tianling Root had failed, and he also knew clearly that with the style of the Shenmu Sect, Liujia Mountain would not be spared.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He thought about whether to change places, endure it for a while, and then seek revenge from the Shenmu Sect after the magic skill was completed.
But in the end, he still chose to come out!
Because without Huiyang Lingshui, it would take at least hundreds of years for him to cultivate the Dharmakaya Nascent Soul.
As for the talent of Chen, the leader of the Shenmu Sect, even as an opponent, he had to admit that he was truly amazing!
Yan Fusheng was afraid that within this hundred years, this young man would have a baby first.
In that case, with the strength of the sword cultivator, even if he becomes the Dharmakaya Nascent Soul, he may not be his opponent.
After much thought, Yan Fusheng decided not to hide!
He is going out!
Let’s use the head of Shenmu Sect, the number one sword cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland, to officially announce his return!
The moment the Jinyang puppet lost contact, Chen Mobai felt a terrifying wave of cold and cold spiritual power erupting in Liujia Mountain.
The moment he felt this spiritual power, he was still hesitating whether to run away, but when he went back to summon Fu Zongjue, Mo Douguang and the Shenmu Sect army to take revenge, he was determined!
Chen Mobai is very familiar with this cold spiritual power. It is the underworld spiritual power that made Luo Yixuan form an elixir.
In other words, it was the ghost cultivator who attacked his Jinyang puppet!
Since he was a ghost cultivator, he who practiced the Pure Yang Scroll immediately straightened his back and waited for his opponent to appear with a calm and calm expression.
The originally clear sky was suddenly filled with dark winds, and the cold temperature changes condensed dark clouds, like a black sky that blocked out all sunlight.
Originally, because it was located in a desert, Mount Liujia was bare with only a few low spiritual plants. When Yan Fusheng flew out, the vegetation was even more yellow, dilapidated, and lifeless.
With his long black hair, tall figure and black shirt, Yan Fusheng looked like a ghost from the underworld, which made the unsuspecting monks in Mount Liujia shudder.
"Who is coming?"
However, facing such a monk with such terrifying arrogance, Chen Mobai spoke calmly.
His calmness and confidence made Yu Changjian laugh.
"Old Mo Chen, this is our ancestor Yan Fusheng of Mount Liujia. Unless your ancestor Hunyuan of the Five Elements Sect is reborn today, you will definitely die!"
Chen Mobai had naturally heard of Yan Fusheng's name. During the era of the Five Elements Sect, he was the well-deserved number one alchemy monk in the Eastern Wasteland.
It is also an existence that has taken the step of conceiving a baby.
However, it was rumored that the pregnancy had already failed and the baby passed away due to severe injuries.
Unexpectedly, he transformed into a ghost cultivator and survived.
Chen Mobai remembered that Granny Ming once said that there was a powerful ghost cultivator hidden in the ruins of the Eastern Wilderness Plateau, and he must have been Yan Fusheng.
With his identity as the ancestor of Mount Liujia, it was reasonable to control Xu Shengbing.
Maybe he was behind the attacks on the ghost cultivators of Shenmu Sect over the years.
"It's a pity that after living for a hundred years, he still has to die in my hands."
Chen Mobai said with regret. After Yan Fusheng heard this, he just thought that this kid was arrogant, but when he thought of his identity as a sword cultivator, he understood.
If you don't have such a character, how can you master the invincible Donghuang sword!
Only a sword cultivator would not escape immediately in such a situation!
After all, when Yan Fu was born, he did not hide his aura.
With Chen Mobai's early stage of pill formation, there is no way he can surpass him in this perfect pill formation!
"Little devil, the hatred of the ancestor Hunyuan who destroyed my foundation and forced me to enter the ghost realm, let me take some revenge from you first!"
After Yan Fusheng came out, he spoke his first words. His voice was deep and powerful. After he spoke, the dark clouds suddenly flashed with lightning, and then a heavy downpour fell from the sky.
"It's a pity this rain, it would be better if it rained on the protective forest side."
Chen Mobai was still feeling emotional, and the cold blue light in Yan Fusheng's eyes lit up again. Although he was at a higher level, he would not underestimate any opponent.
The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. This unique skill of transforming spiritual consciousness into the wind is not only miraculous for puppets, but can also form an absolute suppression on opponents whose realm is not as good as his own.
After all, in terms of spiritual consciousness, he who has completed the pill formation can definitely crush the monks who are in the early stage of pill formation.
Chen Mobai also practiced Divine Slash, so he naturally understood the routine of this kind of spiritual attack.
He was about to activate his natal magic weapon, the Morning Bell, to block it, but suddenly he saw that Yan Fusheng was still in the fourth-order formation at Mount Liujia and had not come out, and his heart moved slightly.
Even if he goes all out with the Purple Lightning Sword in hand, he can't kill his opponent within the fourth-level formation.
And since he was fighting against Yan Fusheng today, he must kill him with one strike. Otherwise, with this person sitting in Liujia Mountain, he would not dare to send Zhuo Ming and others to attack Salide.
We need to lure him out of the big formation!
In a flash of thought, Chen Mobai had already thought of a strategy for this fight.
At the same time, a faint golden thread lit up in his eyes, and the square inch book began to operate.
Yan Fusheng, who was full of confidence, thought about the scene of him killing Chen Mobai with one move, but found that his spiritual consciousness Yin Feng seemed to have hit a soft wall, unable to invade the opponent's Zifu Sea of Consciousness.
In his heart of surprise, he saw a shadow of a flower with green leaves and green and white petals appearing between Chen Mobai's eyebrows!
"Sure enough, he is a person with astonishing luck. He actually refined a spiritual object that can defend against divine attacks! But I will let you know how fragile the sword cultivator's Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness is in the face of absolute suppression of divine consciousness!"
When Yan Fusheng saw the big chun flower, he knew the reason. After using his spiritual consciousness to test the barrier strength of this spiritual flower, the blue light in his eyes became even brighter.
Since his cultivation, he has gone through hundreds of battles and encountered countless opponents, among whom there are naturally monks like this who can defend themselves against spiritual attacks.
Under Yan Fusheng's more turbulent spiritual consciousness, Chen Mobai's originally indifferent expression changed slightly, and then the shadow of the big chrysanthemum flower between his eyebrows seemed to be unable to bear it, and gradually began to wither and wither.
Chen Mobai didn't say any nonsense, he just drove the colorful haze and ran away.
"Haha, you will definitely die today!"
Yan Fusheng, who saw this scene, had no doubts. After all, although the sword cultivator had a tough personality, he would definitely not die in vain when faced with someone who was clearly no match for him.
Amidst the laughter, the dark will-o'-the-wisps beneath his feet burned and rose, turning his huge body into a black light and rushing out of the great formation of Mount Rokko.
Even in order to prevent Chen Mobai from escaping and chasing for too long and causing an accident, Yan Fusheng used secret techniques to push his will-o'-the-wisp escape technique to the extreme.
The two of them ran and chased each other, and soon they crossed dozens of miles of desert.
Finally, Chen Mobai was blocked by Yan Fusheng on a sand dune.
"If you have any last words, say them now and I will tell them to Mo Douguang for you."
Fu Zongjue formed the elixir after Yan Fusheng "sitting", so in the latter's mind, Mo Douguang was the second person he wanted to kill after he came out of the mountain.
"Well, it's almost done here!"
But Chen Mobai said something that surprised Yan Fusheng.
"What's almost done?"
"The distance is almost there. If I kill you here, you won't be able to escape back to the formation at Mount Rokko."
Chen Mobai's words made Yan Fusheng laugh angrily. He was too lazy to say anything more to the brat in front of him. He was already past the age of showing off his power of words, and the blue light in his eyes flickered.
Extreme.
The majestic and terrifying spiritual consciousness turned into a terrifying wind, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, instantly defeating the phantom of the big chunhua, and then roaring toward the purple sea of consciousness between Chen Mobai's eyebrows.
Just when Yan Fusheng was about to annihilate Chen Mobai's consciousness, a steady and heavy bell rang...