Chapter 1968: Big Harvest

The eight dragon warriors, like eight golden thunderbolts, rushed into the group of frozen puppets, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Wherever they passed, the stumps and broken arms flew together.

They are also Yin puppets, and the battle strength of the dragon warriors is more than three times that of these Yin puppets.

In addition, the two holy masters of the Mingzu lost their minds for a short time, causing the five hundred ghosts to lose control, and they had no combat power at all.

boom! boom! boom!

Holding a three-tip and two-edged spear, Jiu Ming stepped across the air, and with every step he took, a void collapsed, and he rushed to the top of the two holy masters in almost three steps.

"break!"

The ancient demon emperor, the top Martial Emperor, coupled with the power of a divine weapon, stabs down with a single spear, and thunder moves in all directions, and the stabbing light is like lightning, stabbing two holy masters straight.

boom!

With a bang, the defensive spirit array on the Saint Master's body was completely dented by the stabbing.

"Not good! Resist!"

"Bring the Yin Puppet back!"

Feeling the terrifying aura of the ancient demon emperor on Jiuming's body, and seeing the guardian spirit circle on his body, which was completely deformed by the stabbing and creaking, the expressions of the two holy masters changed drastically, and they woke up suddenly, roaring in unison.

The handprints of both hands were turned, and the spiritual consciousness was rippling like a net like water, surging out, and the five hundred immortal puppets in mid-air all turned their heads and were about to rush back to the gate of Yan Mansion.

"Dragon Warrior Guards, form an formation to resist!"

Seeing this scene, Jiu Ming shouted loudly, and at the same time withdrew the three-pointed and two-edged spear in his hand, and under the infusion of monster energy, he poised to stab again.

Tom! Tom!

The shadow of the spear was like lightning, and it stabbed hard again. Amidst the two muffled sounds, the defensive spirit shield on the Saint Master's body was sunken deeper than last time.

In the sky behind him, eight dragon warriors, armed with imperial soldiers, flashed in unison, blocking the five hundred yin puppets who had just turned around.

The golden light of the dragon's breath flowed out from them, blended and merged with each other in the air, forming a golden area in an instant.

In this golden light, a pure golden dragon shadow slowly took shape.

"Huh!? Dragon Warrior,

And this trick! ? "

Holding the Haotian sword, Chu Yan unfolded the white tiger black pattern technique. Taking advantage of the outbreak of the war, his figure disappeared on the spot. When he was traveling through the void, he suddenly turned his head and saw the formation formed by the dragon warrior guards. He was stunned for a moment.

Chu Yan himself has never taught the dragon warriors how to practice any formations, so this formation can only be taught to them by Jiu Ming.

After subduing Jiuming, these dragon warriors have almost become its younger brothers. Even when practicing in the tower hall, Chu Yan sometimes felt that the dragon warriors were practicing some special secret technique.

Swish!

Sneaking slowly as if in nothingness, when Jiu Ming stabbed the ninth spear, Chu Yan had already moved behind the two saints.

"It's now!"

Unlocking the white tiger black pattern technique, Chu Yan, who appeared from the void, stared closely at the tenth spear stabbed by Jiuming. At the same time, the Haotian sword in his hand, with the power of thunder, slashed out almost at the same time.

With the front spear and the sword at the same time, he slashed at the Saint Master's defensive spirit hood at the same time, the violent power exploded, and the entire void suddenly stagnated.

Boom... boom!

The defensive spirit shield, which was stabbed nine times by the power of Jiuming's ancient demon emperor, couldn't hold it anymore and exploded with a bang.

"die!"

Seeing the spirit hood exploding and filling the sky with bright spots, Jiu Ming held a three-pointed and two-edged spear, hesitating there, and smashed it straight down at the head of one of the saints.

"Keep alive!"

Chu Yan yelled sharply, grasped it with his right hand, condensed a huge gangyuan claw print, and grabbed the nearest holy master.

"Yes, my lord!"

Hearing Chu Yan's order, Jiu Ming quickly retracted his gun, and just like Chu Yan, he threw out his left fist.

Tom! boom!

There were two muffled sounds, and the two holy masters whose spirit shields were broken faced Jiuming and Chu Yan, there was a trace of resistance there, one was directly pinched by Chu Yan's neck, and the other was punched by Jiuming, smashing both of them. His eyes darkened, and he passed out on the spot.

As a yin puppet master, apart from manipulating the yin puppet to fight, his own combat power is not even as good as the emperor's.

Without the Yin Puppet and the defensive spirit shield, there is no other way but to bind her hands.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Crazy, the large group of puppets attacking the defense line of the dragon clan fell silent almost at the same moment when the two saints were arrested.

Hundreds of yin puppets huddled together and froze on the way to rush back to rescue the two Mingzu saint masters.

"receive!"

With a low shout, Chu Yan collected the two holy masters into the picture of mountains, rivers and beasts, turned his head, looked into the air, and scanned five hundred undead puppets.

With a sweep of consciousness, I found that there was no trace of breath on these immortal puppets, as if they were dead.

"receive!"

After pondering for a while, Chu Yan waved his hand again, bringing all the five hundred puppets into the Rakshasa space.

The Rakshasa space can store dead things, separated from the two holy masters, and there is no fear of the holy masters waking up and manipulating them to resist.

"call..."

With the disappearance of the Saint Master and the Immortal Puppet, the gate of the Yan Mansion was instantly emptied, and all the pressure completely disappeared, which made Chu Yan heave a long sigh of relief.

It was not because of these powerful enemies who were eliminated after a fierce battle, but because Chu Yan captured two holy masters according to his own plan, and also took five hundred immortal puppets with him.

Chu Yan has a feeling that in today's battle, these two saints and five hundred immortal puppets have an extremely great effect on him.

Just as Chu Yan was pondering, suddenly, a figure rushed forward and rushed into the depths of Yan Mansion.

"Um!?"

Turning around suddenly, he glanced over and just in time to see Xiao Wenliang fleeing in a panic.

Moreover, at the same time, some figures appeared from the thick black fog in the mansion, and were also flying towards the gate.

"Die to me!"

Seeing that Xiao Wenliang was about to escape, how could Chu Yan let him go, he raised his hand and punched him.

Long Jin pierced through the air, and the violent fist radiated thousands of golden lights, sweeping all directions, and blasted straight at Xiao Wenliang's vest.

"What!?"

Xiao Wenliang, who was fleeing in a hurry, felt the punch coming from behind, his expression changed immediately, and he turned around quickly, ready to resist.

"Chu Yan, you die for me!"

Xiao Wenliang's face was full of ferociousness, twisted into a ball, his whole body's true energy exploded, and his cultivation at the Emperor Martial Realm exploded in an instant, and he also punched out.

boom...!

In the midst of a counter-bombing move, the blasted air wave set off a rush of energy, and the entire Yan Mansion trembled suddenly.

In the berserk vigor, Xiao Wenliang, with dull eyes, stared at Chu Yan in a daze, completely dumbfounded.

"Quasi... quasi-emperor peak!?"

Even if he was beaten to death, he didn't believe it. In just a few days, Chu Yan, who had only been in the middle of the quasi-imperial rank, suddenly rose to the peak of the quasi-imperial rank.

With such a cultivation base, even if it is only a thin line away from his lower Martial Emperor Realm.

However, in less than three days, how did this Chu Yan cultivate! ?

Xiao Wenliang was completely dumbfounded, looking at Chu Yan as if he had seen a ghost.

"Damn it, it's you!"

There will be no fear in Xiao Wenliang's heart, Chu Yan glanced at it, and found that the figures were getting closer and closer in the depths of the Yan Mansion, and immediately shot again, another fist blast.

Before those people arrive, kill this Xiao Wenliang first!

boom!

Seeing the huge fist, roaring like a dragon god, smashing the void all the way, rushing towards him, Xiao Wenliang's scalp almost exploded.

"No!"

With a loud roar, Xiao Wenliang, whose eyes were bloodshot, immediately burned his blood essence, and his whole body exploded with zhenqi, doubling his power, and punched out suddenly.

boom!

The two fists collided fiercely and exploded instantly.

Even the sky trembled.

As if two ten thousand zhang mountains collided together, even Yan Wanhai, who was rushing from the depths of the Yan Mansion, froze in stature.