break through nine days

At noon, Chu Zhenting and his party left Mingfeng County.

In order to avoid interception and killing along the way, the few people did not choose the official road, but chose the winding mountain road to rush.

Chu Zhenting and Huai Ruogu walked in the front, Chu Suizhu and the maid Bi'er were in the middle, and the two guards who were as cold as zombies walked behind with Chu Tian.

As the saying goes, what you are afraid of will come, the interceptors sent by Xia Wuyou came so fast, they were cut off just as soon as they walked out of Mingfeng County.

This is a barren hill to the north of Mingfeng County. There are no towering ancient trees, only patches of exposed pale boulders, even if you want to hide your body, you can't.

On the surrounding boulders, men in black stood one by one, with powerful spiritual pressure exuding from their bodies, blocking the way.

On a huge boulder in the middle of the front, a white-haired man looked at the crowd coldly, his eyes were full of brutal murderous intent, he was the only one on the huge boulder alone, with slender lights shining in his hands.

"Thousand Hands Gate?" Huai Ruogu frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the hands of the white-haired man.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that my Thousand Hands Sect will not appear in the world for a hundred years, and there are still people who remember it. Just because of your good memory, I will keep your whole body!" The white-haired man laughed wildly.

"What a big tone, the remnants of the evil way, death is not a pity..." The zombie-faced guard on Chutian's left sneered, and a ray of spiritual light flew out, turning into a handful of black black iron thorns, towards the white-haired man To stab.

The white-haired man was calm and composed, but the tyranny in his eyes was stronger. In his right hand, a burly corpse puppet stood in front of him.

The corpse puppet was numb all over, covered by long corpse hair, exuding a thick black corpse aura, facing the black black iron thorn, he did not avoid it, and with a "roar", he punched it , Fist, covered with thick corpse hair like hard armor.

With a loud "bang", the black iron thorn was blocked by a punch, and it was unable to move forward half an inch.

The guard who cast the black iron thorn snorted coldly, his complexion became more and more ugly, his body was full of aura, and the light of the black iron thorn instantly increased, and it suddenly became three times bigger.

At the same time that the light of the black iron thorn rose sharply, the ten fingers of the white-haired man also moved instantly, and fine lines of light followed his fingers and submerged into the acupuncture points on the zombie's body.

The corpse puppet let out a painful howl, and the corpse hair all over the body continued to grow, like fine and dense vines, spreading rapidly along the right arm blocking the black iron sword.

The guard's complexion changed drastically. When he wanted to take back the black iron thorn, it was already too late. Endless corpse hairs were densely wrapped around the black iron thorn, like a bloodthirsty leech, frantically devouring the black iron thorn. Aura.

This black iron thorn was originally transformed by the guardian's natal talisman, and it completely relied on the aura contained in it to attack. At this moment, it was entangled in dense corpse hair, so it couldn't withstand a few swallows.

Seeing that the natal talisman that he worked so hard to refine was about to be buried in the hands of the corpse puppet, the guard roared and rushed towards the corpse puppet madly, trying to take back the natal talisman from the corpse puppet.

The white-haired man had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his fingers moved quickly. The moment the guard rushed over, the corpse aura from the puppet's body exploded, and when he reappeared, the guard was completely wrapped in the corpse aura.

When the corpse's breath completely enveloped the guard, the white-haired man suddenly put his hands together, and there was a muffled "boom", and the guard didn't even have time to snort, and it turned into a blood mist, and the corpse puppet opened its mouth wide, The blood mist all over the sky was sucked in.

Under the night, with the bright moon hanging in the sky, the man in white retracted his hand again. The corpse puppet stood in front of him, staring at everyone like a bloodthirsty demon.

The Thousand Hands Gate, sucking the blood of living people, refining bloodthirsty talismans, using special means to collect resentment and bad luck from the world to refine corpse puppets, controlled by bloodthirsty talismans, caused a bloody storm in the cultivation world more than a hundred years ago, and was later destroyed by Shan Hai. Ge and Penglai Island teamed up with the world's righteous sects to wipe out them in one fell swoop, but they didn't expect that they would revive after more than a hundred years.

The horror of the corpse puppets shocked everyone. In today's world, few people have seen Qianshoumen's method of manipulating corpse puppets.

The white-haired man made a move this time, which caused everyone to be extremely afraid of the Qianshoumen, a demon sect.

Legend has it that the corpse puppet is a kind of ghost that has lost its intelligence.Abandoned by the Three Realms of Heaven and Earth from the six realms of sentient beings, he used resentment as his power and blood as his food in the world, and used the blood of all sentient beings to render endless loneliness.

Like the natal talisman, the corpse puppets can also evolve. The elementary corpse puppets are called white puppets. After absorbing the resentment of the world, the corpse undergoes a mutation. After one month, it begins to grow white and fluffy corpse hair. The corpse aura is white, like fog As the lowest-level corpse puppet acquired by the early disciples of the Yellow Talisman Realm of the Qianshoumen, he is responsible for the rough and heavy work of the sect.

The white puppet evolved through sucking blood for several years. After a few years, it lost its white corpse hair and replaced it with black corpse hair several inches long and as hard as steel. It was called a black puppet. The monks at the peak stage of the Yellow Talisman Realm of the Thousand Hands Gate are controlled, even if they meet ordinary monks at the refining stage, they dare to compete with them.

As for jumping puppets, there is no obvious difference in shape from black puppets, except that the black corpse hair is longer and harder, and can even shoot out to kill the enemy. It is precisely because of the emergence of three disciples in the stage of refining gods, who control three jumping puppets, that the entire cultivation world is thrown into chaos.

As for the flying puppets above the jumping puppets, they are rarely seen in the world. They are jumping puppets that absorb the shadows and moonlight, and have evolved over a long period of time. This kind of corpse puppets have opened up their spiritual wisdom, can communicate with the world, and refine their spiritual energy. Devouring the undead to cultivate by oneself, flying to the sky and escaping from the ground is amazingly powerful, and it will not be controlled by the monks at all. Once the jumping puppet evolves into a corpse puppet, it will definitely devour its master.

Since the establishment of the Qianshoumen sect, strange people have emerged in large numbers. Hundreds of years of forbearance have accumulated. The method of refining corpse puppets has reached the point of perfection. If it was not for the joint suppression of Shanhai Pavilion and Penglai Island more than a hundred years ago, I am afraid that it can also evolve. A flying puppet.

According to ancient legends, above the flying puppets, there are two terrifying existences. One is the Hanba, which can slay dragons and dry the sky, and the lower one can extradite the god of plague. The words describing Hanba: When Hanba was born, the world was in chaos!

And another kind of terrifying existence can no longer be called a corpse, but a demon king, named "Ju", who has the terrifying power to fight with immortals and gods, has thousands or even thousands of years of Taoism, breathes karmic fire, burns Do everything in the world.

Chu Tian couldn't calm down in his heart. Since he was a child, he liked to read strange talks and legends about cultivation, so he naturally knew them well. He stared at the white-haired man and the corpse puppet, constantly evaluating in his heart.

The corpse puppet controlled by this white-haired man is a black puppet, which means that his cultivation is at least at the peak of the Yellow Talisman Realm.

Although he has just broken through the Yellow Talisman Realm, after all, he only has two days, and he has discovered in the past two days that no matter how much spiritual energy he absorbs, he will be snatched away by the Guqin mark on the center of his eyebrows, and he cannot gather the spiritual energy to cultivate the talisman.

Chu Tian knew very well that with his current situation, he couldn't compete with the white-haired man at all.

But he wasn't depressed, and he didn't blame the Guqin imprint. If it wasn't for the inexplicably appearing imprint on his body, he would have been a useless person with his dantian destroyed. He died as a disciple of Tianyang Sect during his adult training in the hunt.

He is very confident in himself. All he needs now is time. As long as he has enough time, he will definitely be able to discover the secret of the Guqin imprint and find a suitable cultivation path for him.

"Only those who have cultivated to the peak of the Yellow Talisman Realm can control the black puppet. This guy is indeed a bit difficult!" Huai Ruogu frowned, and the aura in his right hand was flowing, hesitating.

"Thousand Hands Sect has endured for more than a hundred years. If it weren't for the amazing and talented disciples in the sect, or if they had some kind of support, they would not be in the present world. If only this disciple in the interception and killing team That’s all for the highest, your mysterious talisman sacrifice is enough to instantly kill everything in front of you, the old man is just worried that there will be stronger opponents behind!” Chu Zhenting also had a serious face, let go of his spiritual sense, and wanted to move all around him. Check the movements carefully.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Chu Tian felt awe-inspiring. If the Qianshou Sect was so powerful, even if the Chu family had endured for so many years in Jizhou County, they would lose more than win. One mistake, many years of forbearance were in vain.

"Leave that mysterious talisman, and I'll let you go!" The white-haired man was obviously a bit jealous of the mysterious talisman in Huai Ruogu's hand, the murder just now was just to frighten the other party, and he didn't want to escalate the situation.

"Do you really think that you people can stop us?" Chu Suizhu, who had been silent on the side, sneered, staring at the white-haired man in front of him.

"I know your plan, and want to sacrifice the mysterious talisman to kill us." The white-haired man calmly broke Chu Suizhu's plan, and said: "Without the cultivation level of the gods, there is no way to refine the mysterious talisman. The one in your hand is just a pseudo-mysterious talisman refined by special means in the past dynasties of the Tianyang Sect, and with the spiritual power of you few monks in the yellow talisman realm, it is already very good if you can exert [-]% of the power of this mysterious talisman."

"Even if it's [-]%, it's enough to kill you bastards!" Huai Ruogu's face was gloomy, and he sternly shouted: "You Qianshoumen were born in such a high-profile way, aren't you afraid of repeating the mistakes of destroying your family more than a hundred years ago?"

"That's our business, you don't need to worry about it, you old Taoist!" The white-haired man looked calm, and a faint light flashed in his hands, obviously losing his patience.

"The cultivation base of the mere yellow talisman is at the peak level. You don't need a mysterious talisman to kill you. Let the old man come to learn and see how much your Qianshoumen has improved in the past hundred years!" Chu Zhenting strode forward, and sacrificed the sword-shaped talisman. A huge long sword cut towards the white-haired man.

"Stubborn!" The white-haired man's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he gave an order, his fingers danced, and the black puppet in front of him punched the long sword.