Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

In the picture of the photo stone.

The man in Tsing Yi is not in his own underground palace, but in a quaint room.

The lights are slightly dimmed.

Jiang Yanlu saw another person standing in front of him.

It's just that the man was wearing a silver mask, which blocked half of his face.

Jiang Yanlu couldn't see the opponent's face clearly.

I could only see the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his voice couldn't hear any anger or anger: "Luo Yi, long time no see."

"I thought that the three-legged black lineage had all fallen in the realm of the gods. I didn't expect that you are so lucky that you have survived until now."

Jiang Yanlu raised his eyes slightly, it turned out that the man in Tsing Yi was named Luo Yi.

The atmosphere was not as relaxed as the other party's smile, but became more tense because of these two sentences.

Luo Yi's whole body collapsed very tightly, and he didn't have the feeling of slack in the underground palace at all.

He looked at the man with the silver mask in front of him, with a vigilant expression: "Who are you? How did you know me?!"

The masked man laughed a few times, and took a step forward: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is your three-legged crow's puppet technique."

"Tell me how to practice puppetry."

Luo Yi took a step back immediately, and his voice was full of rejection: "Impossible! Puppetry is a technique inherited from my three-legged crow lineage. Non-clan members are forbidden to practice it! You are delusional!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting him from the ground.

The man's voice was fierce: "The Protoss has been destroyed. The era of your protoss has long passed, and now it is the world of cultivation!"

His fingers tightened suddenly, and his jaw line tightened: "Hand over the puppet art, otherwise, today is your day of death!"

Luo Yi's breathing suddenly tightened.

He kicked his legs indiscriminately, pulling and grabbing his wrist.

Absolute suppression of strength made him like a lamb at the mercy of others.

The masked man looked at Luo Yi's red and ferocious face, and asked, "Since you escaped from that battle, you definitely don't want to die so easily, do you?"

"I'll give you three times to think about it. Do you want to die in this dilapidated room with your three-legged crow's puppet art, or leave the puppet art to me, and I can spare you."

The man didn't give Luo Yi time to think, as soon as he finished his last sentence, the countdown began: "Three, two—"

"I, I'll give...you."

Luo Yi held his breath and said four words with difficulty.

The sinister expression on the masked man's face disappeared instantly, and he let go of his hand with a half-smile.

pat-

Luo Yi fell to the ground, breathing in the fresh air painfully.

The masked man was impatient: "Hurry up, give me the method of practicing puppetry!"

Luo Yi coughed twice again, and said weakly: "You squat down, and I will teach you the puppet art."

The masked man didn't move.

The corner of Luo Yi's mouth flashed a hint of sarcasm: "I am your defeated general, you don't have to be so afraid of me."

The masked man squatted down, but he was still on guard against Luo Yi.

Luo Yi didn't dare to lie, he slowly shot a golden light into the forehead of the masked man, and said slowly:

"This is my three-legged crow's puppet technique."

While he was comprehending the puppet art in the sea of ​​consciousness, Luo Yi suddenly raised his hand and grabbed off the opponent's silver mask.

Jiang Yanlu saw a white-faced scholar-like face.

Luo Yi was taken aback!
"It's you!"

The man's eyes turned hard in an instant, and he raised his palm to slap Luo Yi to death.

At this moment, the two puppets who were locked outside the barrier finally broke through the barrier.

They kicked the door open with a bang.

One quickly stood in front of Luo Yi, while the other sparred with the man.

Unlike Dabai, who Jiang Yanlu collected, the two puppets in the photo stone are still normal people with flesh and blood in their clothes.

Moreover, their cultivation seems to be far above the realm of transforming gods.

The only thing in common is that the figures of these two puppets are the same as Dabai's, burly and tall.

With the addition of the puppet, Luo Yi's body was finally no longer so tense.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately cast the ground escape technique, preparing to abandon the two puppets and escape from here.

But before he left, he was hit by the man's palm and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The next moment, his figure slipped into the ground and disappeared into the room.

The image projected in mid-air from the photo stone came to an abrupt end.

The colorful light and shadow disappeared in front of Jiang Yanlu.

The photo stone in her hand also made a few crisp clicking sounds.

Jiang Yanlu looked down.

The black picture stone has been broken into several irregular black ordinary ores.

There is no longer any effect of taking pictures.

Jiang Yanlu felt sorry for another moment.

If it is a one-time consumable, it will be gone when it is used up.

but……

Jiang Yanlu glanced at Luo Yi who was lying in the coffin.

It seemed that he managed to escape from that white-faced scholar man that day.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be like today, with the bones lying here intact.

But why did he put this picture stone here?
Could it be that his death had something to do with that man's slap, so he will never forget it, even if he enters the coffin, he must always remember his enemy?

It stands to reason that in such a situation.

There should be a ray of Luo Yi's remnant soul staying here, when a predestined person finds this photo stone and sees the picture inside.

His remnant soul emerged again and passed it on to her, a destined person, to let her avenge him.

Jiang Yanlu waited here patiently for a few more days.

Luo Yi's remnant soul was not seen at all, let alone passed on.

Jiang Yanlu: "..."

She can now confirm that Luo Yi is really dead.

Jiang Yanlu no longer wasted time in front of the coffin.

Leaving the coffin, she went to the shelf on the stone wall of the underground palace.

Prepare to receive a few rare treasures that can be used.

As soon as he put a magic weapon into the jade bracelet, Jiang Yanlu saw a simple token under the gaudy magic weapon.

what is this?
Jiang Yanlu took the token out of the magic weapon pile.

Hold it in your hand and examine it carefully.

The token is in the shape of a four-sided prism, the whole body is cinnabar-colored, and its size is exactly the same as a palm of Jiang Yanlu's.

On the back of the token is engraved a lifelike phoenix that seems to be soaring in the nine heavens.

Phoenix again?

Jiang Yanlu frowned slightly.

She went to two secret realms one after another.

There are actually things related to phoenixes in the secret realm.

She didn't think much about it.

It is said that during the Protoss period, the Phoenix clan was originally a large clan.

Luo Yi is not only of the three-legged black lineage, who can climb up the relationship with the Phoenix clan, but also a puppet master.

Maybe, among the people under his control, there are people from the Phoenix family.

It is not surprising that there are things from the Phoenix family in his underground palace.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yanlu turned the front of the token over.

A few words were engraved on it - Feng Wu Nine Heavens Sword Art.

This is……

This is a god-level swordsmanship!