"It's really what I said." Qin Feng smiled as he looked at the two four-armed sword kings lying quietly under the bed like sleeping beauties.

After careful inspection, the two four-armed sword kings looked somewhat similar. What was interesting was that one had a mole under his left eye, while the other had a mole under his right eye.

Squatting down, he reached out and groped for a while on the bodies of the two four-armed sword kings. Qin Feng gently turned them over on their backs to the ground. His chest was somewhat deformed due to the pressure, and his smooth white back was half exposed under the pleated black glazed skirt.

Dazzling.

Reach out and touch it gently. You will see that the muscles on your back are sexy and the skin is still a bit cold like diamonds. It may be because it has not been activated yet.

The fingertips reached up to the neck covered by black hair. Qin Feng pressed his index finger hard, and with a snapping sound, the smooth back slowly split open, revealing the intricate crystal lines and strange spots inside.

The core looks similar to a shrunken heart, but the material is made of unknown black ore.

Taking out several sixth-level desolate beast cores obtained from the corridors of the Sand Scorpion Arena and filling them into the empty sub-shell, Qin Feng slowly grasped the core of the puppet with two slender and powerful hands and injected soul power into it.

One minute…

Three minutes…

Until the sound of fighting outside gradually faded away, the core of the puppet, which looked like a shrunken heart, was still not filled by Qin Feng.

It can be seen how capable these two four-armed sword kings, who are as charming as black lotuses, are.

Five minutes later, the shrunken heart had become full and full, and its surface shone with an obsidian light.

Qin Feng's face turned pale as he let go.

So much to ask for!

The cultivation level of the Five Qi Soul Masters could hardly satisfy these two four-armed sword kings.

Click!—

A crisp sound sounded, and the four-armed sword king's open back quickly closed.

Closing his eyes and sensing, Qin Feng slowly controlled the two four-armed sword kings to stand up.

Weird things happen.

The two lying four-armed sword kings slowly climbed up from the ground like zombies, closed their eyelashes and trembled slightly, and their eyes suddenly opened to reveal crystal black pupils.

Some of the four-armed sword kings were clumsily walking, and their posture was extremely inelegant, and those who didn't know better thought they were cheating.

Gradually, the frequency gradually became proficient, and it was no different from ordinary people.

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Qin Feng frowned slightly. Controlling the Four-Armed Sword King was indeed a bit exhausting, especially for the two.

Two sixth-level people are the limit.

Controlling the two four-armed Sword King puppets to come to him, Qin Feng couldn't help but stretch out his hands and groped up and down.

He soon came to a conclusion; he was no different from ordinary people, and his figure was as good as his own cat lady.

Hidden beneath the beautiful appearance is a deadly murderous intention.

The Four-Armed Sword King is a killing machine that combines strength and speed.

Don't be fooled by appearance.

After clapping his hands, Qin Feng continued to rummage in the room, and soon a book with some wear and tear on the surface was rummaged out from the box on the dressing table.

Looking at the book in his hand, Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

It's not so much a book as it is a booklet recording life.

Taking out a refreshing stick and holding it in his mouth, Qin Feng gently pinched it with his fingertips and slowly opened the first page.

The handwriting is in traditional Chinese, neat and graceful.

The first part records the life of the diary owner inside the puppet door, but the second half is a bit unusual.

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed and he quickly turned to the last few pages. The Juanxiu text on it was a little scrawled and distorted, and it was no longer neat as before. He could feel the unwillingness through the fonts.

"The Four-Armed Sword King is the outstanding treasure of the Puppet Sect. I was able to successfully create it at a tender age of a hundred years, and became the most genius disciple in history."

"Until she arrived, everything changed..."

"Why do everyone surround her? Senior brother, second senior brother, junior brother, even master..."

"Why?"

"Why can a new disciple of the inner sect be able to improve and make a six-armed sword king?"

"She must be cheating, I won't accept it!"

"..."

"I lost. During the puppet competition, the two four-armed sword kings who worked so hard to create were unable to resist in front of her six-armed sword king and were beheaded in an instant."

Qin Feng's brows became more and more wrinkled as he watched, and his fingers flipped through the books quickly.

When we reached the last page of yellowed paper, the writing was scrawled like a dog crawling, and sporadic brown blood stains could still be seen vaguely, which showed the madness of the original owner.

"Madman! She is a madman! She actually wants to use the core of the ancient clock, the treasure of the Puppet Gate, to create a complete life!"

"Humans are the spirit of all things, puppets are puppets, and the puppet gate will be destroyed because of her..."

The writing stopped abruptly, Qin Feng was silent for a moment and then put away the diary.

The six-armed sword king?

Sitting casually on the dressing table, Qin Feng fell into deep thought.

He thought of the deceased young man from the Imperial Palace who was dug up by Bi Luotian and Ningxia beside the giant tree.

The method of death was neat and tidy, with a knife across the throat and a stab in the heart.

When a person dies, some images often remain on the retina.

And in the eyes of the young man in the Imperial Palace, there was a man in black robe wearing a black cloak with six slender arms.

"An attempt to use the core of the ancient clock of the Puppet Gate to create a complete eternal life..."

After pondering for a moment, Qin Feng suppressed the terrifying thoughts in his heart, jumped off the dressing table and walked out of the room with the two four-armed sword kings.

If it is true, the core of the ancient bell, the most precious treasure of the Puppet Sect, is most likely in the body of the sixth-level sword king.

——

Walking out of the room, a black shadow quickly wrapped around him, and it turned out to be Sombra.

"Roar~"

Black crystal eyes were dim with tears, and he curled up to show Qin Feng several wounds on his body; his abdomen, dragon spine, and tail were all lacerated.

Qin Feng gently scratched the black crystal dragon's head and smiled, "Injuries are inevitable. Do you know that a beautiful girl like you will get injured every month?"

"They can get through it, you have to be strong."

Staring at Qin Feng in confusion, Hei Jing nodded slowly.

Even though I don’t understand, I just nod my head and that’s it.

Taking out the healing powder and applying it on Black Crystal, Qin Feng tied it around his neck with a smile.

Looking around the battlefield, most of the puppets on the periphery have been strangled. At this time, the eldest brother and the corpse general are fighting against a sixth-level puppet.

This sixth-level puppet is in the shape of a crocodile, five meters long, with thick limbs and a hammer-shaped tail. Its body is covered with rough blue ore scales and looks very strong, and its head is equipped with two sharp sickle-shaped horns.

The ground was uneven and covered with cracks like spider webs. One of the sixth-level carrion general's arms had fallen off, and the wound was covered with uneven tooth marks.

The eldest brother was not seriously injured and was very clever.

Glancing at the rotten general's arm falling off the ground, Qin Feng stopped paying attention.

Can be brought back.

Qin Feng's mind moved, and he gave attack instructions to the two four-armed sword kings behind him with a smile.

Two four-armed sword kings held black double swords and turned into black light and swept toward the sixth-order crocodile puppet. They were as fast as agile hummingbirds.

The four-armed sword king slashed at a very fast speed. In just a short moment, the dense and dazzling black sword light had already landed on the crocodile puppet's body. Qin Feng was dazzled by the splashing and collision sparks.

Counting the knives in one second, the gleam of the knife is like the cold autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

The limbs, head, neck, heart, the knife slashed at every weak point, completely tireless.

Qin Feng looked at the explosion of terror and nodded, secretly exclaiming that the Four-Armed Sword King was so terrifying.

The cost of this is that the battle consumes a lot of money. Qin Feng only feels that the soul power of the Wuqi Soul Master stored in his core is being consumed in large quantities.

Give an example.
Chapter completed!