Everyone was stunned by this turn of events, and all eyes fell on Han Chujiu.
Han Chujiu's gaze was fixed on the fifth-level ghoul not far away.
Throwing out a flying magic weapon, he said sharply: "All roll to the spaceship for me, hurry up, or you will die in a while, don't blame me!"
The spiritual practitioners looked at each other, and suddenly someone exclaimed: "You, you are the ancestral medicine king of Jiyu!"
"What?! Is it medicine king Han Chujiu? No wonder even the ghouls were wiped out so easily!"
Han Chujiu said angrily: "It's easy to fart, I don't know if Lao Tzu's poison is gone yet? Tell you to get out of there quickly and hear!"
Everyone didn't know why Han Chujiu was so eager to get them on the flying boat.
But they were rescued by the Medicine King at a critical moment, so of course they dared not disobey their orders, and all of them flew into the spaceships in the sky.
Han Chujiu saw that everyone was going up, and his eyes were still locked on the fifth-level ghoul, but he said loudly: "Jun Shitian, Li Weiran, are you done?!"
Like Li Weiran and Jun Shitian, they dealt with the two lowest-level human puppets as soon as they landed.
These puppets were seriously injured in the battle with Muyan just now.
Coupled with the exhaustion of energy in the body, it is not difficult to kill them with the strength of King Shitian and Li Weiran.
However, not all human puppets can be easily killed.
Li Weiran burned one of the human puppets to ashes with flames, and said unhurriedly: "Han Chujiu, you haven't even solved a fifth-level puppet on your side, so you have the nerve to come and shout at us. What's the rush, isn't it just a few puppets, can't they be killed?"
Han Chujiu rolled his eyes angrily.
But before he could speak, Jun Shitian said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense, let's speed up."
After a pause, a scarlet glow appeared in his eyes, "Mo Qingshan and Di Beixuan will never let Xiaoyaomen go, let alone Yanyan, we must leave here immediately. This is Di Mingjue and Mo Qingshan. The time I bought with my life."
The emotions on Han Chujiu and Li Weiran's faces suddenly subsided.
It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
Li Weiran slapped out a palm, and the curse paper in his hand pressed against one of the puppets, making a crackling sound.
But this human puppet did not lose its fighting power immediately.
Instead, he rushed towards him fiercely again.
Li Weiran was caught off guard by a slap on the chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, he couldn't help shaking his head, "Lin Huai, you really failed as the patriarch of the Jiuli tribe. You were useless when you were alive, and you became a puppet when you died. Human manipulation. If you don't mind, let me give you a relief."
Of course, the human puppet would not react to his words, but rushed forward.
A long sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed at him.
Li Weiran remembered that Lin Huai's weapon was not such an ordinary sword.
Although the person in front of him is using the body of [Lin Huai], he is far from the real Lin Huai's supernatural power.
I don't even know how to spell.
So Kong has the cultivation base of an immortal emperor, but he is just a rotten bag of embroidered pillows.
If it wasn't for Li Weiran's exhaustion in the previous battle with Di Beixuan, he would have dealt with the marionette long ago.
But it's not like there isn't a way to end the fight quickly these days.
Li Weiran narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the necklace around Lin Huai's neck.
His hands quickly formed curse marks.
The whole body was surrounded by black mist, gradually condensing a strange rune pattern in the air.