After losing their weapons, the two black puppet soldiers were confused and at a loss for a moment, like a jammed machine that briefly stopped in place.

Naturally, Yu Ling would not miss such an opportunity. Three attack seals were formed in an instant. After being superimposed layer by layer, the helmets of the black puppet soldiers were lifted up, revealing their crude heads made of black iron.

The two black puppet soldiers finally came to their senses and swung their fists at Yu Ling in a dull manner. Their speed was not fast, and after Yu Ling released the domain spiritual skills to suppress them, they were even slower than a turtle crawling.

Yu Ling swung the Ningmo Sword and cut out two spirals. The fierce energy suddenly raged in the narrow passage. Due to the limited space and nowhere to vent, the power became more condensed and terrifying.

The two air currents entangled and twisted away, one after another smashing the heads of the black puppet soldiers into iron filings, and even the spiritual power crystal cores inside that controlled their movements were covered with cracks like spider webs.

It can only be said that dead objects are dead objects after all, and cannot be compared with living people. If it were two normal late-stage cultivators of the phantom god, it would be unrealistic for Yu Ling to easily deal with them. At least the weapons were broken. Is it possible?

Don't they know how to change one from the spiritual ring?

"Bang, bang!"

After the spiritual power crystal core was shattered, the two black puppet soldiers immediately collapsed and fell to the ground with two bangs. The heavy sound shook the entire passage.

Yu Ling casually put them into the spirit ring. The ancient machine skills and puppet skills were still pretty good. Maybe he could give them to the Liyan tribe for study later, and also make some puppets like this as guards. Even if it's a bit stupid, but

It can still play a big role when necessary.

Even if you put aside the research function, a few hundred kilograms of black iron is not cheap, at least fifty or sixty yuan of high-grade sacred jade or even more.

When Yu Ling returned to the entrance of the passage, Fang Zijin and others had just finished fighting. It must be said that although the wheel battle was shameless, it was also quite physically demanding to execute. The two red puppets had not yet fallen, and everyone was almost tired.

It's enough.

"What kind of material is this crap made of? Has it been upgraded? I feel like the ones in the middle stage of Phantom God weren't as durable as before?" Fang Zijin said angrily while knocking on the elixir.

Yu Ling glanced at the red puppets lying side by side on the ground and reached out to touch them. They felt warm and delicate and smooth. They seemed more like jade than wood.

"It is the finest thousand-year-old red yew wood. Because the color is relatively dull and the material is too hard, it is generally not used for architectural decoration. However, it will not decay even if it is left for tens of thousands of years, so it is most suitable for making puppets. Its hardness is even

It surpasses most minerals, iron and stone." Gu Yong explained a few words casually.

"What about those red puppets from before?" Yu Ling asked.

"The quality varies, but the highest quality is only six thousand years of red summer wood."

"If it is immortal, why is this kind of wood so rare now?" Yu Ling asked doubtfully.

"Because they were almost all chopped down during the Weitian Kingdom period. Look at how many red puppets there are in the outer treasury. The ten thousand-year-old red puppets were originally very rare and rare. They are probably almost extinct now." Gu Yongwei said.

Said sarcastically.

So it’s back to the issue of ecological and environmental protection...

Yu Ling relayed it to everyone, and then said: "So the red puppet at the peak of the Phantom God should be harder. Even if I attack together, I'm afraid it will take several minutes."

To be precise, even with Yu Ling's attack power, it is difficult to destroy the ten thousand-year-old red puppet, so it basically depends on consuming the power of the spiritual crystal core, causing the internal disintegration of the red puppet. Sometimes it is difficult to imagine how the ancients managed to do this.

Hard red yew wood forged into a puppet.

"I'll first see how many soldiers there are, and then I can set up the space formation." Fang Jingcheng said.

Yu Ling nodded and said: "It's best to defeat them one by one, otherwise it will be too difficult."

Everyone hurriedly recovered their spiritual power and rushed to the final passage. Although they were mentally exhausted, everyone still forcibly boosted their fighting spirit.

After all, it has been delayed for a long time. Who knows if other cultivators will suddenly appear here. The sooner the better.

An Shisheng looked around like a ghost, then flashed back and said: "There are soldier puppets in the back passage, which means that the progress of others is still far behind us, and there is still some time left for us."

Yu Ling nodded and said: "We are now facing two black puppets and one red puppet, both at the peak level of the Phantom God. Fang Jingcheng, come over and observe, and try to set up the formation as soon as possible."

Fang Jingcheng was watched by everyone, and he inevitably felt a little nervous. However, Young Master Fang's psychological quality was still good, and he quickly calmed down and began to deduce the formation nodes.

"I need an hour." Fang Jingcheng made a rough estimate.

An Shisheng couldn't help but frowned: "Is the time cost too high?"

Fang Jingcheng rolled his eyes in displeasure: "Xiao An'an, you can do it!"

"That's not what I meant. It will change later. Can you try it without setting up the space formation?" An Shisheng asked.

Yu Ling said calmly: "If there are three red puppets, we can slowly grind them to death, but the problem is that there are two black puppet soldiers there, and I can only deal with one. Who will give the other to?"

An Shisheng could only remain silent. The black puppet soldiers at the peak of the Phantom God were definitely not something they and others could compete with, and the narrow passage also restricted everyone from forming a fighting formation.

"As soon as possible, I'll leave it to you." Yu Ling patted Fang Jingcheng on the shoulder.

With just a few simple words, Fang Jingcheng suddenly felt as if his throat was being choked, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth rising in his heart. As the young master of Fangyuan Hall, he has never lacked love, food, clothing, or money since he was a child.

But he only lacked recognition and praise from others.

In the eyes of others, his status has destined that any of his achievements are taken for granted, so when he indulges in pleasure and scribbles in cultivation, everyone in Fangyuan Hall sighs and despises.

In fact, he has tried hard, but when he deployed a relatively difficult small formation, what he received was not the respect and admiration of others. Everyone's reaction was extremely dull. It seemed that he couldn't do this.

Not normal.

As time went by, Fang Jingcheng inevitably became a little discouraged, and he was not the type of hard-working person to begin with, so he eventually fell into a helpless vicious cycle.

He longed for such affirmation and had longed for it for more than ten years.

Fang Jingcheng took a deep breath, abnormally put aside his careless manner, and strode to the entrance of the passage.

Finally got a chance to prove himself, then he will never let everyone down.

Pieces of space crystals were thrown into the passage one by one by Fang Jingcheng. The black puppet soldiers and the red puppets were completely unaware of this. As long as something alive was not intruding, they would not take a second look.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour passed...

The passage has been filled with bright space crystals, forming mysterious and complex formations that would make a layman dazzled and dizzy.

"How much does it cost?" Fang Zijin asked abruptly.

"It's not your expense anyway." Yu Ling said calmly.

Fang Zijin touched the poor spiritual ring and felt melancholy for a while.

"Okay, it's time to start!" Fang Jingcheng activated the formation, and saw a flash of silver light in the passage. The three puppets walked around in a daze, as if they couldn't see each other, and gradually separated.

"Not bad, it's only been more than half an hour!" Fang Zijin immediately praised his relatives.

Normally, Young Master Fang would have inevitably boasted and boasted a lot, but now he had almost exhausted all his energy and energy. He just responded feebly, fell down in the tunnel and said: "I can't do it anymore. Let's see next.
Chapter completed!