Song Yu suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but feel chills, and subconsciously held the white silk in his hand.

After seeing Song Yu's movements, the old man licked his lips and said with a strange smile: "Resist, the more you resist, the more you feel it tastes."

After saying this, the old man shook his wrist and a gray talisman immediately flew out of his cuffs, as fast as lightning, turning into a gray light, which instantly stuck to Song Yu's forehead.

Song Yu had no time to react, as if he had been immobilized, and his magic power stopped and he could not move at all.

The old man smiled, stretched his palm forward, and grabbed Song Yu's body.

Not to mention other gains this time, as long as you can get this woman who has the body of the Moon Immortal, he will have a great harvest.

Just as the old man's palm was about to touch Song Yu's clothes, thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and a dazzling golden light fell from the sky, turning into a golden flying sword and suddenly slashed down.

With a loud bang, the light curtain ban set up by the old man on the periphery was immediately pierced through and exploded by the flying sword, and the flying sword continued to slash the old man's head.

The old man was shocked and said, "Who is it!"

The old man's body quickly retreated for hundreds of meters before stopping. Along the way, he knocked over more than a dozen immortal cultivators and blue Taoist soldiers from Fengyu Tower and knocked them over.

With a crisp sound, the golden flying sword pierced into the ground, and there were nine stars on the sword body that were very dazzling.

The flying sword splashed a large wave of air, blowing all the cultivators and puppets around Song Yu away.

Two rays of light fell from the sky and landed in front of Song Yu, revealing two figures, which were Yang Feng and the other two.

When the old man saw two true immortals coming over, and his strength was not weaker than his, he was shocked and did not dare to stop at all and flew towards the distance.

Hu Shan picked up his golden flying sword, looked at the one-eyed old man who was running away and snorted coldly: "I didn't run very slowly!"

However, after saying that, Hu Shan did not mean to chase and stayed there.

Although Yun Shang fought with Lu Hu before, he did not relax his observation of the changes in the form of the island.

When he found out that Song Yu was in danger, Yun Shang immediately sent a message to Hu Shan, asking him to protect Song Yu quickly.

Yang Feng and Hu Shan had just arrived at the island. After receiving Yun Shang's voice transmission, they thought for a moment and understood Song Yu's true identity. So Hu Shan and Yang Feng rushed down quickly and saved Song Yu.

Yang Feng glanced at Song Yu who was fixed on the spot, and probably guessed Yun Shang's true identity in his heart. He was one of the thirteen golden immortals in Longmen, but he still didn't understand why he participated in this mission with his strength.

Yang Feng stretched out his palm and gently wiped Song Yu's forehead. A blue light appeared, wrapping up the gray talisman and tearing it off gently.

Song Yu's body trembled, stood firm and resumed his movements.

Song Yu immediately walked up to Yang Feng and bowed to him, "Thank you, fellow Taoists!"

Yang Feng and Hu Shan both accepted Song Yu's thanks calmly, and waved their hands and said nothing.

The cultivators in Fengyu Tower around them naturally did not dare to attack the two of them. The green Taoist soldiers were just Taoist soldiers and they didn't care about these things at all. They had almost cleaned up the immortal cultivators of the Puppet Sect around them and rushed over.

The two had no choice but to fight with them again.

More than a hundred green armored soldiers surrounded Yang Feng, with long spears, short halberds, wide axes and narrow blades in their hands, and they all greeted him.

The green light flowed around Yang Feng, and the golden scales were rolling up on his fists. He turned sharply like a top, swinging his fists in all directions. In the whistling wind, he made a dense golden fist shadow.

When those green armored soldiers, whether they were weapons or bodies, made waves of explosions when they came into contact with the shadow of the fist, bursting out one after another, and they couldn't even hold on to a single punch.

As the body of the green armored soldier burst, countless pieces shot out quickly and attacked the bean soldiers on the outside, only making holes the size of bowls.

Yang Feng estimated it in his mind and found that in terms of physical strength, these green armored bean soldiers were actually almost the same as those yellow-turban bean soldiers he had fought against earlier, but the bean soldiers in front of him were faster and more flexible in their movements.

The fragments that the bean soldiers burst out just now were avoided by many bean soldiers.

At the same time, the vitality of these bean soldiers seems to be stronger. Except for the overall body being completely destroyed, even if the head is pierced, they will hardly stop attacking.

While defeating the bean soldiers who kept coming, Yang Feng moved his eyes to scan the surroundings, feeling a little regretful. The bean soldiers around him were all ordinary species, and there were no female bean soldiers like the Yellow Turban Giant. Otherwise, he would have defeated them and got a green armored mother bean to plant it.

After about an hour, the number of people on the square not only did not decrease, but increased.

The island was flying with lights flying from all directions and galloped towards this side, but the entire puppet gate had entered a stage of complete defeat, and the remaining power began to concentrate on the square.

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of dull vibrations sounded, and a huge warrior puppet nearly a thousand feet tall climbed over a ridge across the square, staggeringly passing through the dense green-armored soldiers and running towards the square.

It seemed that it was not smooth all the way here. His huge body was broken in many parts, and a huge hole was even cracked in his chest, and a small part of the silver blade in his hand had been broken.

Before he stepped onto the stone floor on the square, more than a hundred green-armored soldiers rushed up around him, and the sword lights swept down densely.

These attacks could not cause any damage to them, but when they rushed here through all the way, they were at the end of their strength. Not long after, with a "click", a giant leg broke from the middle and couldn't stand it.

The huge body of the warrior puppet collapsed and fell to the ground. The huge skull rolled past and smashed towards the square.

The immortal cultivators along the way lit up their escape lights and hid towards both sides. Some of the extremely lucky guys could not hide in time and were smashed to death by them and flew backwards.

Seeing that the puppet's head was rolling all the way, without any sign of stopping, Yang Feng flew up, his sleeves shook, and a white light flew out from it, rolling around the puppet's head.

There was only a loud "boom" sound, and the seemingly unstoppable huge head stopped directly and was deeply embedded under the ground of the square.

The round tower on the head was already shattered, and there were corpses that had been dead for a long time. They were the immortal cultivators of the puppet sect who had previously controlled the puppets in the round tower.

Yang Feng's eyes swept over, his eyebrows suddenly frowned, and he waved his sleeves again, and a green light flew over, lifting a tower wall aside, and pulling Qi Yan out of the ruins.

The latter's face was as pale as paper, and there was a thread of blood in its seven orifices, which winded down like a small snake, but there was still a breath on its body and it was not dead.

It seems that this person should have been seriously overdrawn when he controlled the giant puppet before, so he had such a miserable situation.

Yang Feng fell down, flipped his palm, took out a yellow pill and put it into his mouth. A green light lit up on his palm. He gently pushed it on his chest and helped him to transform the medicine.

Then, he placed it flat on the ground, and immediately surrounded several elders and disciples, calling out softly.

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at Hu Shan not far away. The two of them raised their eyes to the sky at the same time, and their faces under the mask became more and more serious.

There is basically no suspense in this confrontation on the main island. With the assistance of a large number of bean soldiers, the immortal cultivators of Fengyu Tower have already occupied an absolute advantage in numbers. The eight giant puppets of the Puppet Sect are now unable to rely on. More than half of the true immortal cultivators were killed or injured. Even among the sixteen people of the Wuchang Sect, several of them did not appear. Rule out the possibility of escaping in the last battle, and perhaps they have encountered an unexpected accident.

In other words, if there is no hidden backhand available for the Puppet Sect, and the final result of this battle will be settled without waiting for the Golden Immortals in the sky to decide the outcome.

At this moment, a yellow halo in the sky exploded and almost covered half of the sky. A stream of terrifying shock waves rolled in, wrapped in violent winds, and rolled out hundreds of miles away.

I saw a white figure falling straight from the sky and smashing down towards the square.

Immediately afterwards, there was a figure of water blue, chasing him like a shadow. The moment he fell to the ground, he picked up his hand, his eyes full of regret.

The white figure was not another person, it was the puppet Taoist who fought side by side with Song Yi before. It was this puppet who blocked the extremely sinister and fatal blow of the scar-faced man for Song Yi, and was knocked down.

Yang Feng glanced over and saw that the puppet Taoist priest had no divine light in his eyes, and no spiritual power flowed on his body. A big black hole was broken in the middle of his chest, which was obviously the core had been destroyed and completely destroyed.

A glimmer flashed in Song Yi's eyes, he put it away and walked quickly towards Song Yu.

Song Yu hesitated for a moment and went up to meet him.

When Yang Feng saw this scene, he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt flashed in his heart. Could it be that they are also related?

"How is it, aren't you injured?"

Song Yi looked up and down at Song Yu and asked.

"Fortunately, two fellow Taoists rescued each other at the critical moment, so it was nothing serious."

Song Yu looked at Yang Feng and Hu Shan, shook his head and said.
Chapter completed!