Chapter 647 Yan Fusheng

"Master Chen, this fourth-level mountain-suppressing stone is extremely heavy. I can't move it. You may need to go down in person."

In mid-air, Yu Changjian said to Chen Mobai with an apologetic look.

"Hmm?" After hearing this, Chen Mobai showed a meaningful expression on his face, "You let me enter the formation?"

"Master Chen, please rest assured. I can swear a Taoist oath and guarantee that I will not activate the formation."

Yu Changjian said with a solemn face.

"You should know that even if you add up the entire Liujia Mountain, it can't compare with my life."

Chen Mobai said a sarcastic remark. Yu Changjian looked embarrassed and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Forget it, just go down."

Just when Yu Changjian thought that the ancestor's calculations failed, Chen Mobai suddenly agreed.

Yu Changjian was immediately overjoyed. He was thinking about the scene of the ancestor launching a formation to suppress this great enemy, but he saw Chen Mobai took out a puppet from his storage bag.

The puppet was gleaming with golden light, and the wood texture was faintly tinged with flames, as if powerful spells were engraved on it. Holding a wooden sword and a wooden shield, its aura was even stronger than that of Yu Changjian, the head of Liujia Mountain.

"Jinyang Puppet!"

As a cultivator of the first puppet sect in the East Wilderness, Yu Changjian naturally recognized the puppet at the first time.

This is also the only puppet technique that can be compared with the inheritance of Liujia Mountain.

But isn't this head Chen a sword cultivator?

How can he also use puppetry?

When Yu Changjian was panicked, he saw that Chen Mobai had already driven the Jinyang Puppet to the front of the Liujia Mountain formation.

"Open the formation, my puppet can also exert the strength of the Jindan, and go down with you to get the mountain-suppressing stone."

Chen Mobai's Jinyang puppet was eliminated by Fu Zongjue.

The Jinyang Spirit Tree of Shenmu Sect is very precious to the outside world, but for Fu Zongjue, it is a matter of taking whatever he wants, and he can cut one when he wants.

Repairing a damaged Jinyang puppet is more troublesome than making a new one, so Fu Zongjue, who has no shortage of materials, basically chooses to make a new one.

As for those eliminated Jinyang puppets, Fu Zongjue will give some to the puppet department, and some will be directly dismantled, taking out some usable parts and using them on new puppets.

After Chen Mobai knew about this, he asked him for a eliminated Jinyang puppet.

Although Fu Zongjue felt strange, he generously brought Chen Mobai to his puppet cave and let him choose.

Chen Mobai saw more than a dozen Jinyang puppets damaged by battles, and all the materials were made of the top third-grade Jinyang wood.

If this was seen by the puppeteer of the Xianmen, even Che Yucheng would probably be jealous!

What a waste!

Chen Mobai sighed and chose a Jinyang puppet with no flaws on the outside, but the internal parts were broken and shattered, and then used his third-grade puppetry of the Xianmen, combined with the longevity puppetry, to transform it.

After all, the Wuxiang puppet is precious. If he encounters a situation where he needs to enter an unknown place for exploration, Chen Mobai is still reluctant to give it up.

This Jinyang puppet is just right.

Anyway, there are many defective products eliminated by Fu Zongjue. Even if one is lost, he can always take another one to repair it in the future.

"What's wrong, Master Yu is unwilling to open the formation?"

Chen Mobai divided his mind and controlled the Jinyang puppet to come in front of the formation. Seeing Yu Changjian's uncertain face, he was alert.

Although he didn't know why the Liujia Mountain dared to plot against him, combined with Xu Shengbing's attack on Yin Qingmei, he felt that he might have underestimated the hatred of this sect for the Shenmu Sect.

When he thought of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a solemn killing intent made Yu Changjian wake up immediately.

"No, no, Master Chen, please come this way!"

Yu Changjian followed Yan Fusheng's instructions to trick Chen Mobai into the formation of Liujia Mountain, but now he only got a Jinyang puppet in, which made him a little confused.

But he thought about it again. The Jinyang puppet was also a third-level combat force. Being able to suppress Chen Laomo's puppet was also a merit.

So he immediately opened a door in the formation to let the puppet in.

Chen Mobai also wanted to see what his opponent was up to. After controlling the puppet to enter, he followed Yu Changjian to the depths of Liujia Mountain.

After entering a cave, he soon saw the fourth-level mountain-suppressing stone enshrined on the stone platform.

But Chen Mobai's eyes were attracted by the tall black-robed monk next to him.

Chen Mobai: "May I ask who you are?"

Yan Fusheng saw that it was only a Jinyang puppet that came in, and he couldn't help showing disappointment, but at this time, he had to take action.

After all, Chen Mobai's attempt to take away this fourth-level mountain-suppressing stone had already touched his bottom line.

"Little guy, why don't you stay in your Shenmu Sect and be your leader? Why do you have to come to Liujia Mountain to die!"

As Yan Fusheng spoke, his hawk-like eyes flashed with blue light, and an invisible and formless spiritual consciousness wave turned into a strange attack, like a cold and gloomy wind, silently invading the Jinyang puppet.

Then, a cracking sound!

This Jinyang puppet, which was enough to suppress any foundation-building cultivator in the East Wilderness, seemed to have lost all control and fell to the ground of the cave.

"Old Ancestor's Divine Power!"

Yu Changjian, who was following behind, couldn't help but feel excited when he saw this scene.

This move of transforming spiritual consciousness into Yinfeng was specially used by them in Liujia Mountain to deal with the puppet master.

Yan Fusheng defeated the Jinyang puppet controlled by Chen Mobai's spiritual consciousness in an understatement, which shows that his cultivation level is high and his spiritual consciousness is powerful.

"Let's go, lest this leader Chen escapes!"

However, Yan Fusheng seemed to have done a very simple thing. He walked past the broken Jin Yang puppet with a calm expression, and flew out of the cave where he had hidden for decades with a black smoke-like will-o'-the-wisp wind.

When the blood curse broke out in Xu Shengbing's body, Yan Fusheng knew that the plan to plunder the Tianling Root had failed, and he also knew clearly that with the style of the Shenmu Sect, he would definitely not let Liujia Mountain go.

He thought about whether to change places, endure it for a while, and then seek revenge from the Shenmu Sect after the magic was accomplished.

But in the end, he still chose to come out!

Because without Huiyang Lingshui, it would take at least hundreds of years for him to become the Dharmakaya Nascent Soul.

As for the talent of Master Chen of the Shenmu Sect, even as an opponent, he had to admit that he was truly amazing!

Yan Fusheng was afraid that within the next hundred years, this young man would give birth to a baby first.

In that case, with the strength of the sword cultivator, even if he becomes the Dharmakaya Nascent Soul, he may not be his opponent.

After much thought, Yan Fusheng decided not to hide anymore!

He wants to come out!

Let’s use the head of Shenmu Sect, the number one sword cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland, to officially announce his return!

The moment the Jinyang puppet lost contact, Chen Mobai felt a terrifying wave of cold and cold spiritual energy surging and erupting in Liujia Mountain.

The moment he felt this spiritual power, he was still hesitating whether to run away, but when he went back to summon Fu Zongjue, Mo Douguang and the Shenmu Sect army to come for revenge, he was determined!

Chen Mobai was very familiar with this cold spiritual power. It was the underworld spiritual power that made Luo Yixuan form a pill.

In other words, it was the ghost cultivator who attacked his Jinyang puppet!

Since he was a ghost cultivator, he who practiced Pure Yang Scroll immediately straightened his back and waited for his opponent to appear with a calm and calm expression.

The originally clear sky was suddenly filled with dark winds, and the cold temperature changes condensed dark clouds, like a black sky covering all the sunlight.

Originally, because it was located in a desert, Mount Liujia was bare with only a few low spiritual plants. When Yan Fusheng flew out, the vegetation was even more withered, dilapidated and lifeless.

The long, jet-black hair, coupled with the tall figure and black shirt, made Yan Fusheng look like a ghost from the underworld, making the unsuspecting monks in Mount Liujia shudder.

"Who is coming?"

However, facing such a monk with such terrifying arrogance, Chen Mobai spoke calmly.

His calmness and confidence made Yu Changjian laugh.

"Old Mo Chen, this is our ancestor Yan Fusheng of Mount Liujia. Unless your ancestor Hunyuan of the Five Elements Sect is reborn today, you will definitely die!"

Chen Mobai had naturally heard of Yan Fusheng's name. In the era of the Five Elements Sect, he was the well-deserved number one alchemy monk in the Eastern Wasteland.

It is also an existence that has taken the step of conceiving a baby.

However, it was rumored that the pregnancy had already failed and the baby passed away due to severe injuries.

Unexpectedly, he transformed into a ghost cultivator and survived.

Chen Mobai remembered that Granny Ming once said that there was a powerful ghost cultivator hidden in the ruins of the Eastern Wilderness Plateau. He must have been Yan Fusheng.

With his identity as the ancestor of Mount Liujia, controlling Xu Shengbing was a matter of course.

Maybe he was behind all the ghost cultivators targeting the Shenmu Sect over the years.

"It's a pity that after living for a hundred years, he still has to die in my hands."

Chen Mobai said with regret. After Yan Fusheng heard this, he just thought that this kid was arrogant, but when he thought of his identity as a sword cultivator, he understood.

If you don't have such a character, how can you master the invincible Donghuang sword!

Only a sword cultivator would not escape immediately in such a situation!

After all, Yan Fusheng did not hide his aura when he was born.

With Chen Mobai's early stage of pill formation, there is no way he can surpass him in this perfect pill formation!

"Little brat, the hatred that Hunyuan Ancestor destroyed my foundation and forced me to enter the ghost realm, let me avenge part of it from you first!"

After Yan Fusheng came out, he spoke his first words. His voice was deep and powerful. After he spoke, the dark clouds suddenly flashed with thunder, and then a heavy downpour fell from the sky.

"It's a pity this rain, it would be better if it rained on the protective forest side."

Chen Mobai was still feeling emotional, and the blue and cold light in Yan Fusheng's eyes lit up again. Although he was at a higher level, he would not underestimate any opponent.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. This unique skill of transforming spiritual consciousness into the wind, not only has a miraculous effect on puppets, but can also form an absolute suppression on opponents whose realm is not as good as his own.

After all, in terms of spiritual consciousness, he who has completed the pill formation can definitely crush the monks who are in the early stage of pill formation.

Chen Mobai also practiced Divine Slash, so he naturally understood the routine of this kind of spiritual attack.

He was about to activate his natal magic weapon, the Morning Bell, to block it, when he suddenly saw that Yan Fusheng was still in the fourth-order formation at Mount Liujia and had not come out, and his heart moved slightly.

Even if he goes all out with the purple electric sword in hand, he can't kill the opponent within the fourth-level formation.

Since he was fighting with Yan Fusheng today, he must kill him with one strike. Otherwise, with this man in Liujia Mountain, he would not dare to send Zhuo Ming and others to deal with Shalide.

He had to lure him out of the formation!

In a flash, Chen Mobai had already thought of the strategy for this fight.

At the same time, a faint golden line lit up in his eyes, and the Fang Cun Book began to work.

Yan Fusheng, who was full of confidence, thought of the scene of killing Chen Mobai with one move, but found that his spiritual consciousness seemed to hit a soft wall and could not penetrate the opponent's purple mansion consciousness sea.

In his heart of doubt, he saw a flower with green leaves and green and white petals appearing between Chen Mobai's eyebrows!

"He is indeed a man of amazing luck. He actually refined a spiritual object that can defend against spiritual attacks! But I will let you know how fragile the purple sea of ​​consciousness of a sword cultivator is in the face of absolute spiritual suppression!"

When Yan Fusheng saw the big cypress flower, he knew what the reason was. After using the spiritual wind to test the barrier strength of this spiritual flower, the blue light in his eyes became stronger.

Since he started practicing, he has experienced hundreds of battles and encountered countless opponents, among whom there are naturally such cultivators who can defend against spiritual attacks.

Under the more turbulent spiritual wind of Yan Fusheng, Chen Mobai's originally indifferent expression changed slightly, and then the shadow of the big cypress flower on his forehead seemed to be unable to bear it, and gradually began to wilt and fall.

Chen Mobai did not say any nonsense, and directly controlled the colorful smoke and mist and turned around to run.

"Haha, you will definitely die today!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Fusheng had no doubts. After all, although the sword cultivator has a tough personality, he will definitely not die in vain when facing someone who is obviously not his opponent.

With a loud laugh, the dark ghost fire under his feet burned and rose, and with his huge body turned into a black light, rushing out of the Liujia Mountain formation.

In order to prevent Chen Mobai from escaping and the pursuit time from being too long, Yan Fusheng even used a secret technique to push his ghost fire escape technique to the extreme.

The two of them ran and chased, and soon crossed dozens of miles of desert.

Finally, Chen Mobai was blocked by Yan Fusheng on a sand dune.

"If you have any last words, say it now, I will help you tell Mo Douguang."

Fu Zongjue was the one who formed the elixir after Yan Fusheng "sat in meditation", so in the latter's mind, Mo Douguang was the second person he wanted to kill after leaving the mountain.

"Well, this is almost here!"

But Chen Mobai said something that surprised Yan Fusheng.

"What do you mean almost?"

"The distance is almost the same. If I kill you here, you won't be able to escape back to the Liujia Mountain formation."

Chen Mobai's words made Yan Fusheng laugh in anger. He was too lazy to say anything more to the kid in front of him. He was no longer at the age of talking nonsense. The blue light in his eyes flashed to the extreme.

The majestic and terrifying consciousness turned into a terrifying gloomy wind, like a tsunami, instantly defeating the shadow of the big cypress flower, and then roaring towards Chen Mobai's purple palace consciousness sea between his eyebrows.

Just when Yan Fusheng was about to annihilate Chen Mobai's consciousness, a steady and heavy bell sounded...