Supreme Space Puppet Master

Chapter 114
"Roar!"

Just when Hua Nian and the others were hesitating, a hoarse and ugly roar came out of the withered old man's bloody mouth. The voice was not like a human voice at all, but a bit like a beast.

Hua Jun's complexion tightened, he lifted Hua Nian's collar, tugged at Hua Nian and ran upstairs, saying in a broken voice, "It's too late, let's go!"

Seeing that Hua Nian and the others had all run upstairs, Jiang Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief, her face was solemn, a blue light flashed in her hand, and the Qingshuang Sword appeared in her hand.

In fact, it can't be blamed that everyone always has a prejudice against puppet masters. In the Qianyuan Continent, there are so many monks, and there are many people who practice puppet art.

It's just that everyone knows that puppet masters can basically only rely on the puppets in their hands, and their own combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning.

But Jiang Xiaoli was an exception. No one knew that Jiang Xiaoli had quietly built a foundation.

The Cyan Frost Sword glowed softly in Jiang Xiaoli's hand, and the ever-burning lights flickered in the cold ancestral hall, making the Cyan Frost Sword in Jiang Xiaoli's hand even brighter.

However, Jiang Xiaoli himself is very clear that although she has a foundation-building cultivation, she is still different from other foundation-building monks.

Jiang Xiaoli couldn't deny that her strength was actually a little weak, because her combat experience was really pitiful.

Who can guarantee that the higher the cultivation base, the stronger the strength?
Qianyuan is so big, and there are so many capable people, there are not no people who have succeeded in leapfrogging challenges. On the contrary, there are also many foundation-building monks who accidentally failed miserably and the hands of young monks in the refining period.

What's more, the withered old man in front of him was not a young monk in the Qi refining period, and Jiang Xiaoli didn't know his cultivation base.

"Roar!"

The haggard old man let out an ugly roar again. His physical strength was not bad, but his body was refined by secret methods, so it was naturally not as strong as Jiang Xiaoli's puppet.

Seeing everyone else running up the stairs, the haggard old man who was entangled by the puppet was completely furious, and his eyes didn't know where to go, and his pale eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiaoli.

Jiang Xiaoli and the puppet were connected with each other. At this time, all the attention of the withered old man was on Jiang Xiaoli, and the puppet had silently walked around behind the withered old man at some point.

"Roar!"

The withered old man gritted his teeth and roared again, but none of the three made a move first. Jiang Xiaoli held the Qingshuang sword and stared at the withered old man cautiously.

The haggard old man moved his feet, his eyes began to circle again, he looked at Jiang Xiaoli, then at the puppet warrior behind him, and suddenly grinned and said, "Why, want to be a hero? Tsk tsk tsk... it's really not good. Self-restraint."

The haggard old man's tone was full of contempt, and his voice became hoarse, even with an accent, as if there were two people living in his body, speaking the same words one after another.

Of course the haggard old man was very angry, for many years, no one dared to offend him like this, Jiang Xiaoli, very good.

It's just that the voice fell in Jiang Xiaoli's ears, and Jiang Xiaoli's eyes dimmed. Before Jiang Xiaoli noticed it, a deep sense of drowsiness had already hit him. Jiang Xiaoli's eyelids became heavier and heavier. are likely to be closed.

In the withered old man's voice, there was actually a hint of a soul attack.

"Owner."

A call suddenly sounded in Jiang Xiaoli's ear, it was the voice of a puppet soldier, Jiang Xiaoli shook his head vigorously, but the deep sleepiness still did not diminish in the slightest.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoli didn't know that it was the work of the withered old man.

Jiang Xiaoli bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, a rust-like smell wafted in his mouth, and finally felt a little sober.

However, the pale eyeballs of the withered old man suddenly turned red like blood, and he shrugged his short nose, what a delicious blood!
The haggard old man stared at Jiang Xiaoli more and more fieryly. For many years, ever since he had his own consciousness, he never touched human blood.

Because when he was made into a corpse puppet, he was soaked in a pool of blood for 49 days. The thing he hated the most was human blood.

But today, he could no longer suppress the desire that surged from his bones, and he didn't want to suppress it either. This blood was so delicious.

The withered old man didn't know that Jiang Xiaoli's blood smelled like divine blood, but his instinct let the withered old man know that Jiang Xiaoli's blood must be a great tonic for him.

Jiang Xiaoli's face tightened, she could clearly feel the repressed madness from the withered old man.

Jiang Xiaoli's heart sank, and he couldn't help but recall that when he was in Tianwai Village, Meishan, the false Fuxi had looked at her with such eyes.

Hua Nian and their footsteps became farther and farther away, and the ancestral hall on the first floor became more and more quiet. Jiang Xiaoli could hear his own heartbeat very clearly.

The pitch-black nails on the withered old man's withered hands gradually grew longer, and four fangs were exposed in the bloody basin-like mouth, revealing a cold light.

"Master, go."

Jiang Xiaoli didn't make a sound, but a thought flashed in his mind, Jiang Xiaoli and the puppet were attacking the withered old man almost at the same time.

"Ha, just in time."

The withered old man hardly dared to dare the puppet soldier behind him, and the pitch-black sharp claws went straight to Jiang Xiaoli's face.

Jiang Xiaoli knew that the pitch-black nails contained poison, if the nails cut the skin, the consequences would be self-evident.

But Jiang Xiaoli didn't defend and counterattacked, the Qingshuang sword in his hand was shining brightly, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

"Oh!"

The moment the sword touched the palm of his hand, many sparks erupted. Jiang Xiaoli's forehead was already dripping with sweat, but the smile on the withered old man's face grew bigger and bigger.

The dagger that had been corroded by the withered old man was stabbed fiercely from the back of the withered old man, but the withered old man acted like a normal person and didn't care about the puppet man behind him at all.

The withered old man slowly folded his hands, his blood-red mouth grinned, revealing his long fangs.

The haggard old man gripped and tugged, and the Qingshuang sword in Jiang Xiaoli's hand almost dropped.

The Cyan Frost Sword was just a very common weapon that Jiang Xiaoli bought in Lishui Town at that time, and it was becoming increasingly out of reach for her now.

Jiang Xiaoli's breath tightened, the aura in his body swirled wildly, the yin and yang roots in his dantian stretched out his body, turning into two yin and yang fish.

The aura condensed into water in Jiang Xiaoli's meridians, gathered into a river, and poured into Jiang Xiaoli's dantian.

The two yin-yang fish jumped up and down, one black and one white breath flowed out from the yin-yang fish respectively, and poured back into Jiang Xiaoli's meridians.

That white qi is exactly yang qi, no matter how powerful the corpse puppet is, it is also outside of yin and evil.

Holding the Qingshuang Sword, Jiang Xiaoli gritted his teeth and injected Yang Qi into the Qingshuang Sword.

A faint white light gradually lit up from Jiang Xiaoli's palm, Jiang Xiaoli bit his teeth, and the white light rushed towards the tip of the sword at a very fast speed.

(End of this chapter)