Several motorcycles rushed up from the way out of the snake and surrounded Yanqiu Mountain. A frightened sparrow flew into the air with its wings. It hit something and landed on the ground with a "splash" and fell into a pool of flesh and blood that was indistinguishable from its body.

The invisible depression spread out, and the light from Yanqiu Mountain swept over and found that the outer light shone in and refracted in a circle centered on him. He knew that the other party had opened up a certain space and wanted to catch a turtle in the jar.

"Mr. Nian," I saw the "riders" on the motorcycle push up their helmets in unison, revealing six puppet faces that looked exactly the same. These six may have been used specifically for scary people. They all had red lips and green eyes, describing them as terrifying, and said in a chorus, "Yanqiushan, you could have been the best among the best people, and you were willing to fall into depravity and insisted on being a dog. Since you love being a dog for lowly mortals so much, you might as well call us a few times. You can bark well and leave your entire body."

Yan Qiushan never fought a boring lawsuit and was unmoved. He slowly swept over the puppets surrounding him and placed the blade in front of him. The shiny metal knife reflected his face like a knife-carved axe: "You guys come and kill me, do you know that Grandma Yu?"

The puppets said angrily: "You dare to mention our old lady!"

Not far away, a rustling sound came out again, and the ground was shaking slightly, as if something had passed through the ground. The whole mountain forest was silent and murderous intent was everywhere. Only Yanqiu Mountain was a real person, who seemed to have accidentally entered a horror cartoon of failed modeling.

"I guess she doesn't know," Yan Qiushan had excellent psychological quality and was not surprised. "I also guessed that Grandma Yu suddenly disappeared and did not leave a single word for you. You are panic and have become a bunch of headless flies. So I listened to the wind and rain. I felt that as long as I killed me, no one knew what He Cuiyu had done. The only problem is that the bureau has not yet publicly investigated He Cuiyu. Who is so anxious? Notify you in advance to implement the crime?"

The moment the last word was exited, Yan Qiushan suddenly poked the blade in his hand to the ground. The mud under his feet was actually "exploded" by this knife, followed by a scream - Yan Qiushan shook his wrist and lifted the blade. He picked out a small puppet the size of a palm from the ground. The little thing was holding a pocket hilt of essay silver spear in his hand. Before he could shoot, Yan Qiushan stabbed and exploded. The puppet's limbs flew around and a big hole in his chest.

The next moment, all the puppets moved at the same time, and six Mithrils spears fired at him from all directions.

Yanqiushan rolled away quickly. The metal that was originally supported in his body quickly precipitated out, condensed into a film to wrap the hiding hilarious silver bullet. The hilarious silver bullet exploded in the metal film, and Yanqiushan was blown up five or six meters by the explosion. At the same time, the back of his neck suddenly cooled down. Yanqiushan followed his intuition without thinking. His five fingers suddenly stretched out, and a large wolfish claw like a poking into the ground, stopping the castration. With a "squeezing", the hem of the long coat that flew out touched the edge of the transparent space barrier, and was directly blown into a jagged shape.

"You can't run!" A motorcycle roared at him, and the puppet in the car said sharply, "Why, I want to know who betrayed your itinerary? Ha! Of course it's your Fengshen brother. Yanqiushan, you villain, you came to the door to find the old lady to plague and sell misery, and deceived us old lady to give you the map of the Gaoshan King's cemetery. As a result, you took the map and used evil magic to sacrifice to the ancient demons. The incident happened. Mr. Yan had a deep background and had no trouble. He turned around and threw the pot to her."

"Do you really think the old lady is old and I'm fishing?" Yan Qiushan was a little embarrassed and jumped into the bushes next to her. "Grandma Yu doesn't care whether I testify or not. Her connection with the Benzhen Sect is much deeper than you think. She is probably one of the planners of the Yin Sheng. If I have one more witness, it will not hurt or itch to her..."

"You fart!" A puppet suddenly pulled out a flamethrower from the motorcycle and swept towards the bushes hiding in Yanqiu Mountain. The weather in the north was dry in winter, and the dead branches and leaves were burning when they were stained with fire. The thick smoke rose into the sky, but it could not be dissipated. It was firmly buckled into the barrier by the transparent space array.

The next moment, the fire-breathing puppet screamed. Yan Qiushan turned behind him at some point and grabbed the rear frame. The metal on the motorcycle melted when he touched it, forming a scimitar, splitting the puppet in half. The scimitar seemed to have life in the hands of the metal master. It stretched out half a meter out of thin air, and threw the puppet out, blocking another flame ejection port.

The half-pigmented puppet on his companion was filled with smoke and fire. Yan Qiushan took the opportunity to dodge. He hid in the bushes, reached out to wipe away the ash on his face, and gasped in restraint. His eyes swept across the edge of the barrier that was outlined by the thick smoke. His eyes were as quiet as a cold pool - the barrier of the space magic array was shrinking step by step. These puppets were remotely controlled by humans, and they were consumables, specifically to die with him. If they continued to burn like this, the limited barrier space would have to be turned into an oven.

He had to break the space magic circle as soon as possible, but this required huge energy. Yan Qiushan touched it in his pocket. There was only a disposable shield Gu Yuexi gave him in his pocket, and there was no source of energy.

Source of energy...

The edge of the barrier with extremely lethality quickly shrank, and was about to roll over Yanqiu Mountain's hiding place. Yanqiu Mountain suddenly rushed out. The puppets setting fire everywhere even had their eyes turned into carbon, but their eyesight was still not affected. They immediately discovered him, carried the flamethrower and chased after him, and the roaring fire dragon rushed towards Yanqiu Mountain. Yanqiu Mountain went straight to two scrapped motorcycles. At that moment, he had no distractions. The spiritual platform was clear and bright. The world around him was left with only two substances, metal or non-metal.

The two motorcycles automatically disintegrated within one meter of his approach. All the metal parts on the car instantly shattered into tiny metal dust, rising into the air, and facing the Fire Dragon in front.

Yanqiu Mountain rushed forward and opened its shield. At the same time, the metal dust was ignited by the open flame and had shrunk to a very small barrier and immediately exploded.

The unexpected puppet broke out the explosion in a mess. The deadly space field boundary shattered a second before Yanqiushan was bounced up. Yanqiushan's shield was shattered at once. He rolled on the spot, cleaved the flames on his body and pierced deeper into the forest.

"In Pingzhou, the intersection of National Highway 404 and Provincial Highway, 3.2 kilometers southwest," Xiao Zheng, who was on duty, received an emergency contact from Fengshen, immediately transferred a team of helicopters at the headquarters, "Oh my uncle, it's too much - notify the nearest Pingzhou Branch and Fengshen..."

"Director Xiao, Mr. Wang of Fengshen did not leave at the employee service base yesterday. He received the news that he had already taken people to drive over!"

"Walk!"

The huge propeller lifted them up and headed south quickly. When passing over Yong'an, a meteor-like shadow hit the helicopter. The abnormal energy alarm on the helicopter screamed. The nervous fieldman took the gun on the spot. The next moment, the airplane cabin door opened and he heard a familiar voice saying: "Take it... I sniff..."

Xuan Ji took the helicopter like he was riding a green cart in the last century and staggered the helicopter. His Majesty was not willing to do such indecent actions. He leveraged his toes on his shoulders and treated him as a personal horse stool without hesitation. Xuan Ji almost came up in one breath, and habitually wanted to make a "moment" with the word "grape" on the head. When the words came to his mouth, he saw His Majesty's beautiful side face and he held it back.

The evil old society! The evil exploiting class!

Xiao Zheng looked at him in amazement: "Where did you come out?"

"Flying from home, take a convenient plane, don't worry, avoid the camera," Xuan Ji grinned at him in the huge helicopter noise, and shouted, "Isn't it amazing?"

Xiao Zheng was smoking in Qiji, and said to himself: "Who the hell asked you how you came here? I asked you how you knew something was wrong!"

At this time, I heard the "Sword Spirit" enter the room with a voice transmission, and a sound that was neither light nor heavy in his ears: "I have a paper shield on Yanqiu Mountain."

Xiao Zheng's ears became numb and he moved his neck uncomfortably. After accepting this explanation, he stopped asking.

Xuan Ji Yu Guang glanced at His Majesty's mouth and immediately spread out his spiritual sense. He heard the sound he was circulating, and witnessed how the old devil opened his eyes and told lies.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't care about Yanqiu Mountain's life or death. Even what the "paper shield" was known from the silly children of Feng Shen. After hesitating for a moment, he almost forgot the words - he clearly eavesdropped wherever he went. He relied on the loss of ancient techniques and used the "puppet technique" similar to that of Yin Yi and the others in the sea, leaving a wind ear at the headquarters!

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him, and Xuan Ji immediately looked at the sky and earth, pretending that nothing happened.

All the people were gathering in Pingzhou. After Yanqiu Mountain exploded a barrier, it did not stop. As expected, there were another group of puppet killers waiting for him outside the barrier. The killers were caught off guard by the explosion, and then reacted and immediately chased after him. At this time, Yanqiu Mountain had dragged the pursuers to play hide-and-seek in the dense forest for more than an hour.

This matter seems to be that in order to kill someone in the silence, Grandma Yu's disciples bribed someone from the ventilator, got his itinerary, and intercepted him here. In fact, there is a problem if you think about it carefully.

Just now, the puppet pointed out "There is a traitor in the Wind God", as if he was afraid that he would not be able to understand this because he was seriously injured and had no idea. However, since their second change of cars, there are too many opportunities. Pingzhou is not a very ideal place. Although there are few people and many mountains here, there is a Pingzhou branch nearby, which is only about 300 kilometers away from the General Administration. Once the headquarters gets the news, it will not take too long to fly over or drive directly.

These people have 100% confidence. Will they solve them here as soon as possible?

Grandma Yu’s situation is similar to what he had guessed before - the old lady colluded with the Benzhen Sect is a personal behavior, and only the closest and capable person around her knows it, and she doesn’t seem to reveal the secret of her immortality to anyone, otherwise she should be more than the only one in the world to live for so long.

But...why?

Benzhen Cult obviously wants to expand the church, and uses worship and special rituals to increase the loyalty of the church again and again. If the person behind Benzhen Cult is He Cuiyu, and she has so many devout disciples under her, it wouldn’t be very convenient to develop the church?

"Director Xiao, the field on the ground was blocked by heavy fog, and the abnormal energy reaction could roughly lock their position, but the helicopter did not have landing conditions!"

Just as Xiao Zheng was about to speak, a hand stretched out in front of him. Xuan Ji took away his sunglasses without hesitation and put them on his nose: "Our 'Flight Department' requires independence to be the 'Seventh Major Genealogy', Director Xiao, is it approved?"

"Change," Xiao Zheng was anxious, "In the future, all flies, mosquitoes, hornets and moths are under your control. Will the surface be enough? Hurry up!"

Xuan Ji raised his middle finger at him, opened the cabin door directly, jumped down, spread his wings in the sky, and his wings were as bright as a ray of morning glow, almost sweeping the helicopter.

Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand and waved a feather with a firelight. The feathers flew in the air, rising and falling like fireworks.

He had no idea that this little demon was showing off his feathers.

Sheng Lingyuan shook his head, turned into a black shadow, and fell on Xuan Ji's wings like a dark cloud. The burning fire on his wings was gentle and extinguished the moment he fell, revealing a pair of huge red wings.

Before he could land, the gliding wings slammed Sheng Lingyuan and threw Sheng Lingyuan down. Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows, and the next moment, Xuan Ji held him with one hand.

The strong wind in the air lifted up His Majesty's long hair and splashed Xuan Ji all over. The smell of orange shampoo at his home has never been so vivid.

Xuan Ji grabbed his hand and tightened it slightly, and said as if nothing had happened: "I wanted to say when I came. I was awkward to step on my wings. I felt like a mount, flying with a very unhappy one."

"What are you thinking?" Sheng Lingyuan smiled and brushed away his hair, gently patted Xuan Ji's face, feeling that the face under his palm became tense instantly, and he held his breath, like a small animal with hair on his hair.

His Majesty then said gently: "You fly slower than a mortal machine. If you were really a mount, you would have been stewed with extra meals by me - keep up."

After his words fell, Xuan Ji's hands were gone, and the person in his arms had turned into a ray of black smoke and disappeared into the thick fog on the ground.

Xuan Ji: "..."

The black fog mixed into the thick fog on the ground like a fish in water. In an instant, the entire Pingzhou mountain area was caged in Sheng Lingyuan within his spiritual consciousness. He immediately locked the location of Yanqiu Mountain.

Yan Qiushan was carefully controlling his breathing. The metal in his body condensed into extremely thin lines, wandering in the meridian blood vessels, quickly repairing and fixing the internal organs and bones that were damaged along the way. The metal filaments were completely autonomous, as if their special ability had reached a certain level of affinity with the metal, giving these metal filaments life and moving as he wanted!

You should know that in general people, ordinary metal-type special talents can only sense metals; those who can control metal deformation are already field-level; those who can accurately transform metals into their desired shapes are the top expert in the metal system - special forces level; those who can internalize metals into their bodies and temporarily block wounds, have been recorded by a hand.

After three years of leaving Yanqiushan, his control over the metal system's special abilities has reached an incredible level.

At this time, a wind sounded across his ears, and Yanqiushan had no time to hide. The blade in his hand turned into a shield, barely blocking the thing that was shooting towards him. Then, he felt bad intuition, so he threw away the metal shield and jumped forward. Almost at the same time, a blast sounded, and electric light came out on the metal shield, almost covering Yanqiushan.

Thunderstorm Marbles!

This is a characteristic bullet that will be discharged once it is hit, and is specially made to deal with high defense metal systems.

Before he could stand firm, the "squeezing" wind sounded again. Yan Qiushan covered his ribs, avoiding the full screen of experience and intuition. Then with a "boom" behind him, a big snake broke the big tree in the waist, and a puppet holding a gun stood on his erect head. Several shadows fell next to him one after another, and the pursuers surrounded him!

When Sheng Lingyuan, who arrived first, landed not far from Yanqiu Mountain, the pursuers weaved a large net with thunderstorm marbles and pressed towards Yanqiu Mountain. Although Yanqiu Mountain could barely hide, the high pressure quickly penetrated the air, and the free electrons in the metal would be moved by the potential difference. The small metal blocks in his body that repaired and supported the wound would become death talismans-

Sure enough, the thunder fire defeated the gold, Sheng Lingyuan sighed in his heart. Seeing that Yanqiu Mountain was about to be electrocuted, His Majesty put his hand behind him and poked it to the side and looked lively, without any intention of saving people.

But then, Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly - Yan Qiushan's raised eyes turned into golden pupils, and metals of all sizes in his body seemed to have become insulators, and electrons that could move freely like water were firmly fixed in their original place by some force.

"This is..." Sheng Lingyuan had a hard time picking out a little from countless memories that he had left behind, "Golden Forging?"

Why did he forge the gold art in Yanqiu Mountain?

A ball of black mist rushed into the middle of the stalemate Puppet Killer and Yanqiu Mountain, and a pale hand stretched out from it, gathering all the thunderstorm marbles into the palm of the hand. The terrifying lightning was like being swallowed by the black fog. The puppet killers had no room for reaction, and at the same time they were pierced by the black fog.

These puppets are all macaroon grass dolls that are remotely manipulated by people. The demonic energy directly repels the dolls through the dolls. Several puppets were shocked and fell silently at the same time. I wonder what the dolls would end up.

The next moment, the arrogant Heavenly Dao, who was so arrogant as a monster, angrily smashed a giant python-like sky thunder, splitting the black fog.

Sheng Lingyuan teleported to Yanqiu Mountain as the moment the thunder fell, waved his hand to disperse the demonic energy, and stood outside the thunder and fire pit without any injuries. His long hair was hooked by static electricity and gently raised to one side, as if a blower was posing for him.

He bent down slightly and stared at Yan Qiushan with a puzzled look on his face. Yan Qiushan's pupils suddenly shrank. He did not recognize Sheng Lingyuan's face, but recognized the black fog around him - this was the terrifying master Dongchuan who almost killed him.

Yan Qiushan instinctively placed a newly formed knife on his chest, but heard the mysterious man ask him with a kind look: "Who taught you the magic of gold-forging?"

The gold-forging technique is just a set of mental methods for those who are pro-gold and iron. It cannot be said to be very profound, but... this was created by Sheng Lingyuan and has never been passed on to others.

No wonder he felt that Yan Qiushan had a very familiar aura last time in Yuyang's ward. It was just that he didn't touch the spiritual armor on his body after a moment of thought, so he didn't notice it.

Yan Qiushan said blankly: "What..."

At this moment, the deformed snake head in the pile of "puppet corpses" suddenly flashed with a strange light. The snake's mouth suddenly opened a crack, and there was a small puppet the size of a palm inside. It shot at Yanqiushan at a very close distance: "Go to die!"

"careful!"

A small shadow emerged from nowhere, blocking in front of Yanqiu Mountain. At the same time, feathers carrying fire light fell from the sky, and a water arrow also hit the other direction, water, fire, and thunderstorm marbles, and the three collided in front of the small shadow.

Sheng Lingyuan frowned: "Rareless."

The snake's head and the puppet inside echoed black flames, and in the hysterical screams, the puppet turned into ashes.

The sound of the motorcycle brakes sounded, Wang Ze jumped down, and Xuan Ji happened to fly over them.

The two looked at each other and sprayed at the same time: "Why are you pulling me back again!"

Yan Qiushan stared blankly at the thing blocking him - it was an antique...wooden doll.

It is only about one foot high, and it is exquisite in handmade. The carefully crafted facial features are stretched and warm, making it look like a person.
Chapter completed!