After confirming his guess, Ye Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the pseudo-immortal puppet has a cultivation level comparable to that of a great saint, it does not have the wisdom of a human monk. Its attack method against the enemy is too simple, and its real combat power may not be as good as that of a mid-stage saint of the human monk species. Ye Ninghe

Is there any fear?

However, when the real fairy puppet is refined, it will be endowed with a certain amount of intelligence by the god, and its cunning ability is no less than that of humans.

Ye Ning didn't expect that the guards of the crimson Yang Dan Pagoda turned out to be fake immortal puppets! By analogy, could the guards of the colorful Dan Yang Pagoda in the center be real immortal puppets? If so, he could only hope

Bao Xing sighed and returned empty-handed.

Without allowing him to think too much, the bloody guard had already transformed into the blood beads in his hands, and his fierce attacks came like a storm.

Thick scarlet blood mist sprang out from the blood beads, transformed into thousands of evil ghosts, and rushed towards Ye Ning with bared teeth and claws. The blood-colored evil ghost's face was extremely ferocious, as if it had been tortured by hunger for countless years, and wanted to kill Ye Ning.

Ning tore it into pieces and swallowed them piece by piece.

These evil spirits transformed from blood mist are extremely harmful to spiritual consciousness. How dare Ye Ning let them get close?

The word "Lin" is as motionless as a mountain, emitting golden rays of light, completely covering Ye Ning. These rays of light are full of the charm of the natural way. Even Ye Ning's genius and intelligence cannot understand the mystery, but he

Fortunately, after many insights, I have just begun to understand the use of these natural lights. The light moves along the mysterious orbit, forming extremely complicated symbols, and finally condenses into a huge light shell that tightly surrounds Ye Ning.

within it.

Thousands of blood-colored evil spirits pounced on the huge light shell, like the sun covering the whole sky, dyeing the golden light shell into blood.

"Kakakaka..."

Ye Ning's ears kept hearing the devouring sound of evil spirits, and the invincible Lin Zi Jue seemed to be crumbling under the attack of this weird spiritual consciousness.

The bloody guard urged the blood beads in his hands with all his strength, and the thick fog continued to gush out, gradually transforming into a ghost general ten feet high!

The ghost general was born with two horns, holding a soul-severing knife. The armor on his body was red and black, with thick liquid dripping continuously, which seemed to be contaminated with the blood of demons from the abyss. As soon as the ghost general was born, he looked up to the sky and roared,

The Soul-Destroying Sword slashed towards the huge light shell.

Ye Ning seemed to have a premonition that this sword was extremely powerful and must be a spiritual attack.

Sure enough, after one stab, the light shell became thinner and thinner. Ye Ning's head was buzzing, the spiritual power in his body was blocked, and his heartbeat was fluctuating.

"Hmph!" Ye Ning shouted coldly, the word "bing" and the word "fight" flashed continuously, as fast as lightning, hitting the bloody guard. Soldiers are as quick as the wind; fighters are invincible. These two

The Tao Mantra is perfect for dealing with pseudo-immortal puppets who have no intelligence.

Sure enough, the bloody guard saw the word "soldier" turned into countless weapons, and dragons and snakes flew around thousands of evil ghosts, slashing at their heads! This pseudo-immortal puppet didn't know how powerful it was, and controlled the ghost generals, trying to block the soldiers all over the sky.

Blades. How can a ghost general transformed from a mere magic weapon be able to withstand the changes in reality and reality of these weapons?

"boom!"

After a loud noise, the bloody guard retreated a hundred feet, his huge head half pulled open, and a huge wound was cut, leaving only a layer of skin hanging around his neck.

If the monk had been so seriously injured, he would have tried every means to escape in order to protect himself.
Chapter completed!