The dagger in the puppet's hand was directly hit hard by the Qingxiao Sword. Countless sparks suddenly shot out, and a gap was cut out on the dagger.
Nirvana-level super holy weapons are already considered divine weapons in the lower kingdoms of the gods. They are extremely rare. Even the royal family only has three pieces in their hands. This shows how precious they are.
Therefore, the short sword in the hand of the puppet cannot resist the power of Qingxiao Sword.
Mu Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold at this moment, and he couldn't help but feel irritated. After all, what he did last night would be discovered soon, and it would be unrealistic for him to move freely like this.
I originally thought that I could save Bingbing, so I wouldn't have to worry about anything, but now it seems that what Taoist Chihuo arranged is not that simple.
He was thinking in his mind, and the long sword in his hand slashed out again, instantly drawing a golden arc of light in the air, falling heavily, and the surrounding space shook violently, as if it could no longer bear the power.
Although the human puppet is very strong, it is no match for Mu Feng. He can only be defeated under the fierce offensive. In the end, Mu Feng figured out where the life gate of the human puppet was, and suddenly took action, pointing at the human puppet.
Between the puppet's eyebrows.
The life gate was hit, and the puppet's body suddenly trembled. Mu Feng stepped forward again at this moment, and the long sword in his hand fell on the puppet's body, swimming away like a fish.
After a moment, he walked aside and saw that the Qingxiao Sword had been put away by him. And the body of the human puppet was suddenly torn apart and turned into pieces on the ground.
All the parts for making the puppet are completely separated, showing his deep understanding of the puppet.
"Yu Bingbing, where are you?" Mu Feng murmured, paused, and left here directly.
It seems that using ordinary methods, it is impossible to find where Yu Bingbing is. After all, Taoist Chihuo is very scheming and will not be found so easily.
Soon, a group of people hurried to the Purple Bamboo Forest. The leader was the third elder Yang Yong. He observed the Purple Forest and found that the restriction here had been activated.
Unfortunately, this ban failed to catch the intruder.
Then, he led people to Mianbi Cliff again, and saw the broken figures, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Even if he takes action, it is absolutely impossible to separate the parts of the human puppet so completely.
Yang Yong let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "People have escaped. This guy is more powerful than we thought. You go down, double the number of patrolling disciples, and send more people to the mountain gate. Remember, you can only enter
,can’t come out!”
One of the disciples immediately raised his hand and left after accepting the order.
He thought for a while, turned around and left here, and not long later he came to the east of Taoyuan Fairy Valley. The terrain here is flat, and there is even a small stream flowing through it. The environment is very beautiful.
Not far from the creek, a small house was built. Yang Yong walked into the house and closed the door.
In the room, a middle-aged man was sitting. He was sitting on the ground. Countless spiritual patterns appeared and then disappeared around his body, which looked very mysterious.
"Seventh Elder, is there anything unusual?" Yang Yong asked aloud.
The seventh elder slowly opened his eyes at this moment, and then said: "It's okay, with our two brothers here, this formation will definitely be foolproof."
"That's good. There is an ant in the sect that is jumping up and down. Please be careful and don't let him go." Yang Yong said calmly.
The seventh elder nodded and didn't say anything. He seemed to be a taciturn person. After Yang Yong finished explaining, he left here directly and then came to the north of the Immortal Valley.
Here, there is also a small house, and in the small house, there is a middle-aged man who looks exactly like the Seventh Elder.
Yang Yong repeated what he had previously told the Seventh Elder, but the title was changed to the Eighth Elder.
The seventh and eighth elders are the formation saint masters within the Chiyang Divine Sect. They usually maintain, repair and preside over the large and small formations within the Chiyang Divine Sect.
The two are also twins, and both are very obsessed with formations. They are also willing to stay away from the hustle and bustle and go to these two places to preside over formations.
After the explanation, Yang Yong turned around and left. Under the leadership of these two elders, there had never been any flaws in the formations of the Chi Yang Shen Sect, so he was very relieved.
But what he didn't see was that just after he left, a speck of golden dust flew in the light and flew into the eighth elder's room.
Wu Hairou was walking around casually in the Chiyang Divine Sect at the moment, seemingly enjoying the beautiful scenery. And the two female disciples sent by the Chiyang Divine Sect were following them closely.
"Uncle Wang, do you have a feeling that the Chiyang Divine Sect is a little... tense compared to yesterday?" She asked in a low voice at this moment.
Although Wu Jiao's cultivation is not as good as Wu Hairou's at the moment, he is well-informed and his intuition is very keen. He couldn't help but nodded and said: "I feel much more nervous than yesterday."
"Moreover, there are even more disciples patrolling than yesterday." He said calmly, but felt a little worried in his heart.
Because it was only today that he discovered that Mu Feng had disappeared. Looking at the posture, it might be Mu Feng's fault. He felt an intuition that a storm was coming, so he wanted to use an excuse to leave Chiyang Shenzong today.
Since there is no way to stop it, Mingzhe is right to protect himself. Anyway, the gifts have been delivered, and he is only staying to participate in the celebration.
But what he didn't expect was that the Chiyang Shenzong had put under full martial law. It was said that something had happened and the formation had been closed. He could only enter but not leave. He had to wait for the celebration.
This made Wu Jiao feel even more worried.
"Uncle Wang, you have always been involved in the affairs of the royal family in the past few years. You must also know Chiyang Shenzong very well. Tell me about it." Wu Hairou looked curious at the moment.
Of course Wu Jiao knew what the third princess was thinking, but at this moment he still nodded helplessly and began to talk about what he knew.
Before she knew it, the day had passed. Wu Hairou had visited almost half of the places in Chiyang Shenzong, and there were several places that she had silently remembered in her heart.
Because no one is allowed to enter those places.
In the evening, the disciples of Chiyang Shenzong were practicing and resting. Even the two female disciples assigned to Wu Hairou seemed a little tired.
The two of them stood at the door, not noticing that the space in front of them seemed to be distorted, and there seemed to be a transparent figure blocking it.
The figure silently brought a gust of breeze and entered the courtyard.