As soon as he saw the yellow-robed Taoist sitting there, wearing a strange mask, Lin Yiren was shocked and forgot to continue to issue orders to several psychic puppet warriors who broke the gate of the Taiyuan Palace. The puppet warriors also stood at the door of the Taiyuan Palace without moving.

On one side was the yellow-robed Taoist sitting still, and on the other side were the puppet warriors standing still, the atmosphere seemed even more strange. For a moment, the people from the Wu Sect almost fell into silence.

"Is the person inside Fang Tianhua, the leader of Maoshan Sect?" Zhao Lingjun's voice broke the silence. "Will the person sitting inside be there already?" But after Zhao Lingjun shouted twice, the yellow-robed Taoist sitting inside was still motionless without any sound. Many people in the witch sect couldn't help but have this idea.

The people in the Wu Sect were all full of fear, but no one was sure of it and didn't speak, because if the yellow-robed Taoist was not dead at all, then when he said that, the yellow-robed Taoist sneered twice, it would be too shameless.

"Brother Zhao Lingjun, the person inside is probably dead. Look at him sitting for a long time, and he doesn't even move." However, Bai Loli, a young beauty born in junior high school, didn't have so many thoughts, and said to Zhao Lingjun in a irritating voice.

"It seems that there is something wrong to persuade." After Bai Loli said this, many people in the Wu Sect couldn't help but say.

"I'll let my puppet warrior touch him and take a look." Lin Yiren also came to his senses at this time, turned to Zhao Lingjun and others and said.

"Okay, it's a good idea." Zhao Lingjun nodded.

"Go and touch him and have a look." Seeing Zhao Lingjun nodding, Lin Yiren issued an order to one of the several puppet warriors who were still moving at the door.

The puppet warrior is a combat machine without thoughts, so of course he would not have the word "fear" in his mind. After hearing Lin Yiren's answer, the puppet warrior went directly into the Taiyuan Hall, walked to the yellow-robed Taoist, and touched it.

"Damn, this supernatural puppet warrior must have been homosexual before." Zhuque saw at a glance that the puppet warrior actually touched the chest of the yellow-robed Taoist.

"Damn." Lin Yiren also felt extremely embarrassing, but after seeing the puppet warrior touching the yellow-robed Taoist, the yellow-robed Taoist still had no reaction at all. Lin Yiren couldn't help but say to Zhao Lingjun: "That person seems to have already..."

"You simply ask the puppet warrior to bring him out and take a look." Zhao Lingjun said calmly.

"Okay." Lin Yiren nodded and issued an order to the puppet warrior. The puppet warrior did not hesitate at all, and directly moved the yellow-robed Taoist with the man and the chair. He jumped out of the Taiyuan Palace in three or two steps and placed it in front of Lin Yiren.

"This man has been dead for a long time." "Master Netherworld has been practicing in the land where corpse energy is accumulated, and has an extraordinary sensitivity to corpse energy. As soon as the puppet warrior put the yellow-robed Taoist in front of Lin Yiren, Lin Yiren felt that the yellow-robed Taoist had been dead for a long time.

"Take his mask down and take a look." Zhao Lingjun didn't look surprised at all, but instead felt a little enlightened.

"Okay, take his mask off." Although I was sure that the yellow-robed Taoist was dead, and that the yellow-robed Taoist was in front of Lin Yiren at this moment, Lin Yiren always felt that the brilliant carved bronze mask on the yellow-robed Taoist's face was indescribable, and it was better not to touch it.

After hearing Lin Yiren's order, the puppet warrior certainly did not hesitate at all. He directly reached out and grabbed the carved mask, trying to grab the carved mask. However, when the puppet warrior grabbed it, the carved mask seemed to grow on the face of the yellow-robed Taoist, without moving. When the puppet warrior exerted his force, everyone only heard a "click" sound, and the mask was not taken off, but the yellow-robed Taoist's head was taken off by the puppet warrior.

"Damn." Zhuque looked at the yellow-robed Taoist's neck, which had weathered and cracked, and it looked like he had died for many years and had become a mummy. "Stop." When the puppet warrior saw that he had taken down other people's heads, he did not take off his mask. He felt that he had not completed the task, and was still scratching his head with one hand and the mask with the other, trying to pull the mask off the yellow-robed Taoist's head. Lin Yiren couldn't see it anymore, and felt that if he didn't shout to stop, the puppet warrior might smash the yellow-robed Taoist's head like a walnut, and then handed the mask to himself.

"Take it over and take a look." Lin Yiren nodded to the puppet warrior depressedly, and the puppet warrior obediently put the head of the yellow-robed Taoist in front of Zhao Lingjun and Lin Yiren.

"This..." Lin Yiren gasped just after looking at the head in the puppet warrior's hand.

It turned out that the bronze carved mask seemed to melt with the dried flesh and blood of the yellow-robed Taoist, just like the skin on the face of the yellow-robed Taoist, it became part of the body of the yellow-robed Taoist. No wonder the puppet warrior pulled it off without pulling the mask, but instead pulled off the yellow-robed Taoist's head. As soon as he approached the bronze mask, Lin Yiren felt the heart-pounding magic fluctuations from the bronze mask, which made Lin Yiren suddenly have the urge to wear this bronze carved mask on his face to try it.

Lin Yiren didn't know why he had such an impulse, so he couldn't help but gasp.

"This person should be Fang Tianhua, the head of Maoshan Sect." Lin Yiren was about to ask Zhao Lingjun if he felt like this, but Zhao Doujun had already lit a jade talisman on the body of the yellow-robed Taoist. "That is the head of Maoshan Sect's Lingfu."

"It turns out that Fang Tianhua, the leader of Maoshan Sect, has been dead for a long time. So, is the orders issued by Maoshan Sect usually issued by Mu Daolin under his name?" Qing Lan Bingxue was smart and suddenly understood why the fake Qinglong had he seen Fang Tianhua in the years?

"It should be." Zhao Lingjun nodded. Although the tofu skin strengthened the guess in his heart, Zhao Lingjun's heart was even heavier.

Who killed Fang Tianhua? What is the bronze carved mask on his face? Zhao Lingjun felt that bigger mysteries followed one after another.

"Let's talk about that first." After thinking for a while, Zhao Lingjun did not come up with any clues. He could only decide to go to the Taiyuan Palace to see if there were any clues.

"The eye of the formation is the black iron pillar. Just knock it down. Now the Jiuxiao Galaxy Formation has not been activated. There is no magic array protection on the iron pillar, so it should not be difficult to knock it down." After hearing Zhao Lingjun's words, Pang Taijiu lit a black iron pillar in the Taiyuan Hall and said to Lin Yiren.

"Okay, go and knock down the iron pillar." Lin Yiren was also full of doubts and no longer cared about anything. He directly issued an order to the puppet warrior he controlled, the unknown blue-robed Taoist.

As soon as Lin Yiren finished speaking, the Taoist puppet warrior who was originally wearing a blue robe but now was just a black robe put on by Lin Yiren, started his hand.

The white bone Rongsheng technique of the blue-robed Taoist, whose origin was unknown, was indeed the strongest spell that Zhao Lingjun and others had ever seen. Lin Yiren and others saw a white light flashing in the Taoist's hand. Before they could react, the white light had cut the black black iron pillar into two sections.

The moment the black black iron pillar turned into two pieces and fell to the ground, a "boom" thunder sounded, and a white cloud rushed straight into the sky.

"Okay, this Jiuxiao Galaxy Array has been broken." As soon as he saw the white cloud that soared into the sky, Pang Taiju said happily.

"Let's go." Since seeing the body of the yellow-robed Taoist, Zhao Lingjun vaguely felt that there should be no ambush in the Taiyuan Hall. Now that he saw that the Jiuxiao Galaxy Formation was broken, Zhao Lingjun nodded and took the lead in walking towards the Taiyuan Hall.

"Treasures and Ascension to Immortals."

Zhuque suffered two hardships in a row. At this time, he was very careful. Following Zhao Chensheng, Zhuque was focused all the way, but this time there was no accident. After walking into the Taiyuan Palace, Zhuque only saw that the entire Taiyuan Palace was empty. There was nothing except the collapsed on the ground and turned into two black black iron pillars. Zhuque was very disappointed, but when he saw the plaques hanging on the two connected Taoist inkstones behind the Taiyuan Palace, Zhuque suddenly became excited.

"I'll go and inquire first." Before Zhao Lingjun and others could say anything, Zhuque ran to the door of the treasure temple after sweeping.

Before Zhao Lingjun could react, Zhuque had already run into the treasure hall.

"This guy's movements are so fast." Zhao Lingjun looked at Zhuque, who was running faster than a rabbit, and said depressedly.

"Ah--" But as soon as Zhao Lingjun finished speaking, Zhao Lingjun heard the squeak in the treasure trophy.

"What's going on?" Lin Yiren and others changed their faces when they heard Zhuque's voice: "This guy is not so unlucky, right? Did he encounter some powerful ambush again?

When Lin Yiren thought so, his eyes were blurred and Zhao Lingjun quickly jumped into the treasure view.

"Damn." Zhao Lingjun also thought that Zhuque had encountered something ambushed. However, Zhao Lingjun jumped into the treasure trove view, but he couldn't help but be stunned.
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