"Who are you?" Ling Chuxi calmed down her breath and looked at the person alertly.
On the side, Bu Xingtian also looked at this person with confusion, as if he remembered something, but he was not sure.
"Hahahaha, you don't even know who he is. You deserve to die. You could have lived a few more days. Since you are determined to make things difficult for me, you can't blame me." Mr. Yin sneered sinisterly.
, his hands formed several spells again, and he shouted sternly, "Kill them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden blood soul bead appeared in front of his eyes again, turning into a pale golden mist and covering the man in gold robe.
This time, Ling Chuxi clearly felt the signs of fluctuations in spiritual consciousness. Looking carefully, the spiritual consciousness was filled with light golden mist, like a dense network of spiritual consciousness.
Ling Chuxi vaguely understood that Mr. Yin used these magic spells to control the golden-robed man with his spiritual consciousness.
Ling Chuxi clenched her sword and prepared to take action. The man in golden robe appeared. Before he took the initiative to take action, he only used a shield to shock them back. Once controlled by Mr. Yin, they probably had a chance to escape.
All gone.
"Don't rush to take action!" At this moment, Bu Xingtian suddenly said.
Although she didn't know what Bu Xingtian had discovered, Ling Chuxi believed that after what happened last time, he would not harm her again. In other words, even if he still wanted to harm herself, he would not let himself die, but had other plans.
, so he resisted and did not take action.
The golden mist is getting lighter and lighter, and the power of divine consciousness in it is getting stronger and stronger, but the man in gold robe still stands there, motionless.
"Kill, kill, kill!" Mr. Yin was a little anxious. He hit the magic spell in his hand faster. He was already seriously injured, but now he was using his spiritual consciousness with all his strength, and his pale face was covered with sweat.
Ling Chuxi could tell that he was beginning to feel uneasy.
"Do you really think that you can turn me into your puppet with just a soul-returning technique?" The man in gold robe suddenly opened his mouth and said.
The sound was hard and obscure, like the sound of a spoon scraping against a porcelain plate, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Ah..." The spell in Mr. Yin's hand suddenly stopped, as if a thunderbolt fell on his head, causing his whole body to tremble.
"You have lived up to my trust. You actually found my descendant and refined it into the Golden Blood Spirit Bead. But do you really think that if you put the soul-returning technique in the Golden Blood Soul Bead?
Can you control me?" The man in gold robe continued.
"Master...Master..." Mr. Yin's pale old face turned black with fear, his feet weakened and he knelt on the ground.
Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qing absolutely looked at each other. It turned out that the man in golden robe was Mr. Yin's master. But hearing the meaning of his words, Mr. Yin tried every means to open the sect sealing formation, not to save him, but to control him.
He turned him into a puppet.
Ling Chuxi never thought that Mr. Yin was a good person, but she didn't expect that the old guy could be so bad and even harm his master.
But what did he mean by finding his descendants and refining them into golden blood beads? Ling Chuxi had an intuition that although Mr. Yin was not a good person, this old man in gold robes was probably not a good person either.
Guessing the strength of this golden-robed man and above, Ling Chuxi no longer hoped for any golden spirit beads. She subconsciously glanced in the direction where she came from. The gap in the formation had closed on its own. She would have to open it again.
It takes a lot of effort, but unless the other party allows it, you can't escape even if you want to.
Ling Chuxi was too lazy to run away and stopped to listen to what was going on.