Behind He Maonong Mountain, a roar came, and with the roar, the coffin behind him exploded. From this coffin, a man covered in iron armor appeared.
These people looked pale and their eyes were dull, but the aura on their bodies was full of spiritual energy.
“Daoist disciple!”
“This person is a Maoshan disciple in Longguo.”
Ma Guozhong gritted his teeth and pointed to one of them. The man tilted his head and glanced at Ma Guozhong.
“Disciple of the Long Kingdom?”
Ye Lingtian looked at the puppet, and there were eight puppets opposite him.
“Mr. Ye, my sister!”
Ma Guozhong trembled. Could it be that the girl Ma Xiaoling was also refined into a puppet.
“It should be impossible.”
“These people have been refined for at least many days, and their souls have been refined.”
Ye Lingtian muttered softly. In his eyes, these people were already demons. Their bodies are entangled with evil energy, even their souls.
“You forced me.”
“Let the puppet kill him!”
After He Maonongshan said that, the puppet from Maoshan suddenly disappeared.
“Boom!”
Walking with the wind, Qi Ling was hit by a strong wind and retreated directly. In this wind, the puppet slowly emerged and also looked at Ma Guozhong.
“Maoshan Fengzhi, he still retains the original magic, how is it possible?”
Ma Guozhong didn’t believe it, and He Maonongshan said proudly when he saw the puppet performance: “You don’t have to be alarmed. If you fall into my hands, I will refine it.”
“I comprehend the Yin-Yang Puppet Technique, and it also incorporates some transformation techniques.”
“The family does not recognize me, but they don’t know at all that the pseudo-shikigami and this puppet are all for our He Mao family to take charge of the Yin-Yang Lao.”
“And you!”
He Maonongshan pointed at Ye Lingtian and said, “You have angered me. These eight five-element puppets will kill you.”
“Swoosh!”
The wind came out again, and wherever the wind passed, the flowers and plants on the ground were dry.
“Lingtian!”
Qi Ling became anxious, and Ye Lingtian raised the sword of sin again, and the sword of sin fell. This sword slashed into the wind, and the wind disappeared, but the puppet grabbed the Sword of Sin.
“Haha!”
He Maonongshan and others laughed again, the puppet’s body was invincible.
“Physical attacks are useless.”
“Only use magic.”
“They can’t even damage bullets.”
Qi Ling snorted coldly, rushed out, and punched him up.
“Boom!”
The wind puppet punched again, hitting Qi Ling’s fist. A wind appeared in Qi Ling’s fist, as if a hole was cracked, but the wind puppet retreated again.
The wind puppet retreated, and a ball of fire appeared again, almost burning Ma Guozhong to death. Ma Guozhong also retreated and stood beside Ye Lingtian.
“Gugugugu!”
The sound of water flowing out of the ground, and drops of water rose out of thin air, and a figure appeared behind the three of them.