The next moment, a thousand monks in the forest moved at the same time without a slight time difference.
Jiang Chulin's face was almost extremely gloomy.
But he didn't pay attention to these thousand soldiers.
Almost everyone is only in the mortal realm, and if he wants to keep him at the peak of the Xuansheng realm, it depends on whether he has this ability
However, he didn't see that behind the rain, the defending crown's eyes lit up with a silver light, and the pupils were slightly dilated and then focused.
In a quarter of an hour.
There was a big hole in Jiang Chulin's chest, and he fell down slowly with his eyes wide open.
Until his death, he didn't think about it.
How could he die
He is a master at the peak of Xuansheng Realm!
Even if there is no way to beat a group of mortal cultivators, at least he can escape!
But why, as soon as the battle started, he found that he had no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.
This kind of despair with no way out can only be faced with... facing...
warrior! !
That is an army commanded by a general!
This was the last thought remaining in Jiang Chulin's mind.
Luo Yu stepped forward and looked at the corpses of monks in Lingbo Temple all over the place, and then his face sank, his eyes showing a bit of anxiety.
He vaguely had a bold guess.
The person that the little girl who fell from the cliff and almost died most of her life was trying to save was probably his second senior brother.
"Uncle Wei, let's hurry up, I'm afraid my second senior brother will be in danger!"
Wei Mian nodded, his voice soft and imperceptible respect: "Don't worry, Seventh Young Master, we will release everyone, even if we turn the entire Zui Wan Lin over, we will definitely find them."
…
The other end of the drunken forest.
"Elder Zhao, I found it!! It's a puppet!" An excited voice sounded.
Zhao Rong, who was investigating with his divine sense, his eyes lit up when he heard this, and hurried over.
Looking at Qin Jiu who was sitting by the rock, his eyes covered with white shades, Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing excitedly: "We finally got the only [monarch-level] human puppet in Lingbo Temple, hahahaha!! "
On the floating island, there is a special kind of monk called soul master.
Soul masters are generally divided into two types, summoners and puppet masters.
Whether it is the spirit beast summoned by the summoner or the puppet made and controlled by the puppeteer, they are all divided into five levels.
[Ordinary level, elite level, commander level, monarch level, master level.]
On the floating island, no one has ever seen [Master Level] summoned beasts and puppets.
There are very few even [Monarch-level] ones.
[Lingbo Temple]The strength of the six families and eight sects is completely at the bottom, because they are only good at puppets, and the puppets that can be made and controlled are only at the commanding level.
"Fourteen years, a full fourteen years!!"
Zhao Rong held a black bone whistle in his hand, his eyes were burning and shining, and he carried unspeakable resentment.
Suddenly he raised his foot and kicked Qin Jiu to the ground violently.
"You bastard, how many talents, treasures, and lives were spent in Lingbo Palace back then to create you. You are a mere puppet, and you dare to run away! How dare you run away!! You think you can escape this [restriction] [Soul Whistle] control?!"
After being kicked down by him, Qin Jiu seemed unconscious, and then sat up blankly, continuing to lean against the rock.
Zhao Rong took a few breaths before saying, "Notify everyone around Zui Wanlin that we have found the puppet."
"Haha, our contribution this time is too great!"
"The main thing is that Elder Zhao has a good leadership!"
Zhao Rong showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, picked up the black whistle and blew: "Let's go, let's go back to Lingbo Hall!"
Several disciples around quickly sacrificed their flying swords and jumped into the air one after another.