Left side door: I can reverse the price

Chapter 75
The thin old monk also knew that the blood essence of the Transformation Monster Race in Jiang Xiaobai's hands was his last chance.

If it can break through, the lifespan will naturally increase greatly.

If the breakthrough fails, everything will come to an end.

So I took out all the treasures at the bottom of the box.

He explained to Jiang Xiaobai: "I must have heard of this thing before, it comes from the substitute puppet of the Puppet Sect."

"Although this is just the lowest-level substitute puppet, it can perfectly simulate the aura and appearance of a monk, enough to exchange a fake for a real one."

After finishing speaking, the skinny old monk looked at Jiang Xiaobai in a daze.

Jiang Xiaobai weighed it on his face, took out the pure Jun knife, took out the drop of blood in the middle, put it into a porcelain bottle, and threw it into the hands of the thin old monk.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. I was planning to go back to refine the blood essence tonight, but now it's cheaper for you."

"Thank you, senior." The skinny old monk was overjoyed, and hurriedly handed over the manual and the substitute puppet.

Jiang Xiaobai took it, threw the book into the storage bag, and imprinted a ray of divine thought on the puppet stand-in.

Information about the stand-in puppet jumped in front of his eyes.

"Inferior Magical Artifact: Substitute Puppet."

"Stand-in puppet: Zuo Dao sect - the disciples of the puppet sect always have magical weapons, which are refined from the skin and flesh of alien beasts that are good at transfiguration, and can perfectly transform monks under the Immortal Ascension Boundary. No power at all."

"Refinement cost: Split a trace of the spirit and imprint it on the substitute puppet. If the puppet is broken, the spirit will be destroyed, and the cost of immunity will be missing."

"The cost is reversible."

"Replacing the soul with thoughts, and doing whatever you want."

Although the stand-in puppet didn't have the slightest attack power, Jiang Xiaobai was very satisfied.

At the exchange meeting of casual cultivators, it is very rare to get such a magic weapon.

Several cooperation methods have flashed through his mind.

"Using walking corpses and [Mirage Nine Illusions] to deceive a Qi training cultivator a little bit is okay, but at the same level or even facing the Immortal Ascension Boundary, it seems mentally handicapped."

"Just make up for it with a stand-in puppet."

With the completion of the transaction between Jiang Xiaobai and the skinny old monk, the exchange meeting came to an end.

Several low-level monks got up and left, but Jiang Xiaobai and the others did not leave, and exchanged their practice experience.

Most of the talk focused on the demon cultivators and practice knowledge in the Cangyue Mountains, and did not involve the cultivation of kung fu.

Even so, Jiang Xiaobai also gained a lot.

……

No sleep for one night.

On the second day, Jiang Xiaobai arrived at the defense line at the foot of Cangshan Mountain early in the morning.

The overall atmosphere is obviously a lot more dignified. There is no communication between the guards and casual cultivators.

As usual.

Today will be the last attack by the monsters organized by the white-eyed devil tiger, which will be more tragic than ever.

There will also be fights between the Foundation Establishment Realms.

Although Yaozu and Zhenmensi have formed a tacit understanding, if they can make a deadly move, no one on both sides will be ambiguous.

In the past, there have been scenes of monster beasts breaking through several lines of defense and looting thousands of people.

At that time, the General Banner of Zhenma Division in the Foundation Establishment Realm suffered heavy losses, and escaped with a secret method, but a group of casual cultivators and Zhenmawei suffered a lot.

After more than half an hour, the sound of beating drums sounded.

Everyone was shocked.

There was a boom.

A wave of monster beasts that was more turbulent than before struck.

Tigers howled.

White-eyed Devil Tiger - Baimo's deafening voice came: "Murong Zhong, come here and die!"

Hundreds of tiny black insects were released from the flesh orifices under Murong Zhong's feet, forming a cloud of insects, holding him up in the air.

"Bai Mo, it seems that the last injury didn't improve your memory. It just so happens that I have a tiger-skin rug, so I beheaded you today, and I used the tiger whip to go with the wine."

As he said that, countless poisonous insects in the shape of ants buzzed out from his cuffs, forming a ferocious insect dragon in the blink of an eye, biting and rushing towards Bai Mo.

The tide of monsters and the line of defense have not yet contacted, and the leaders of both sides have already started fighting.

Bai Mo knew how powerful the worm dragon was, and when he was entangled with it, he would immediately change his form and turn into a cloud of worms to surround his opponent.

These black worms have been specially cultivated, each of them is extremely hard, with extremely sharp articulates, and they are invulnerable to water and fire.

They can only eat mana, and they can also release insect poison, paralyze the nerves, and sting the body.

Bai Mo raised the dark black monster wind, and blew away the insect dragon that was about to rush to his side, while he himself set up the monster wind, passed many monster beasts, and brought Murong Zhong in front of him.

Behind him appeared a white-fronted tiger with jet-black eyes, roaring to the sky.

The eye-catching white-fronted tiger raised its claws high, and Bai Mo's palm changed accordingly, and the tiger's claws glowing coldly moved towards Murong Zhong.

Murong Zhong didn't move, a black arm made of swarms blocked the tiger's claws.

At the same time, his whole body was covered by swarms of insects, and he turned into a giant two or three tall in an instant.

Bai Mo was also not to be outdone, his stature skyrocketed, he had a fierce tiger head, and was dressed in tiger skin, with a layer of monster aura attached to resist the erosion of the insect swarm.

bang~
bang~
A man and a demon collided violently in mid-air.

All the monsters and casual cultivators stayed away from the battle area between the two of them. Even so, some unlucky ones were affected, and their blood disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fierce confrontations were also launched in other positions, and all the monster races and beasts knew that this was the last chance.

Only by breaking through the line of defense can one enjoy blood food to the fullest.

Jiang Xiaobai turned on the body of the mandrill again to fight against the Wujin Demon Ape. Both sides were more restrained.

While dealing with the Wujin Demon Ape in front of him, he remembered the battle between Murong Zhong and Bai Mo.

In Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, the Taiji yin and yang fish were secretly circulating, checking for changes in Qi mechanism.

It was different from the previous two days.

Whether it's the town magician's side or the monster clan's side, there is a Foundation Establishment Realm hiding.

They obviously want to fight against each other.

Jiang Xiaobai was also silently preparing, waiting for an opportunity that might arise.

……

About half an hour later.

Both Murong Zhong and Bai Mo were already painted, and they were clearly on fire.

Bai Mo opened and closed his eyebrows and eyes three times, and hundreds of thousands of black beetles fell down, drawing three inch-deep wounds on Murong Zhong's body.

Strangely, no blood flowed out, but smaller black beetles stitched up the wound.

Murong Zhong's body was full of pits and pits, marks of toxin corrosion all over his body.

The two sides separated again, and Bai Mo was about to open his eyes again, when suddenly his eyes were in a trance.

"To suffer!"

Murong Zhong prepared a toxin that paralyzes the eye nerves specifically for him.

Because it requires concealment, the effect is not strong.

But it is enough time to gain this point.

The black beetles on Murong Zhong's body buzzed, gathered above his head into a ghostly face with teeth and claws, and then spun into a black whirlwind, piercing towards Bai Mo like a spindle needle.

The fallen cultivator hidden on the side of the Yaozu seems to be in bad shape, and is ready to help.

The Foundation Establishment Martial Cultivator hidden on the side of Zhenmensi attacked at the same time, intercepting the fallen cultivator.

"Chance!"

Jiang Xiaobai's heart trembled, and the Chun Jun Dao was in his hand, ready to strike.

(End of this chapter)