Chapter 678 The Vision of the Underworld Emperor

Of the two men, one of them was chubby and small, like an air bag.

The other man had an inch head, a dull head, and a simple face, like an honest peasant man.

The dull-headed cultivator held a slender iron rod in his left hand, which was engraved with many intricate and intricate lines, and the fingertips of his right hand burst out with threads of silk, which were almost transparent.

Gather gas into silk!

This is one of the five left ways, the secret technique of the puppet sect.

The spiritual energy in the dantian in the body is condensed into silk threads, which are wrapped around the puppets that he has cultivated, which can be manipulated from a long distance and use the puppets to fight the enemy.

And in the hands of this stupid cultivator, he actually controlled five different puppets at the same time!

One of the puppets is extremely heavy, with a metallic sheen all over its body, and every step it takes will leave a deep footprint on the ground.

Every move, every move, every move, are all powerful!

There is also a puppet's body, which I don't know what it is made of. It is almost transparent, soft as water, and looks weak and powerless.

This puppet was pierced through by the corpse on the opposite side, and the flesh and blood on his body squirmed, quickly making up for the wound just now.

The other puppet was red all over, with flaming flames burning all over its body. When it raised its hands, it carried hot air waves, and the surrounding air became extremely dry.

This idiot cultivator actually has five uses, cultivated five puppets, composed of different attributes of gold, wood, water, fire and soil, and condensed into an array, so that the combat power increased greatly!

"Amazing."

The golden lion sighed in admiration.

This group of people, although most of them are monsters, have fought with cultivators a lot, and they will also have a judgment in their hearts about the combat power of cultivators.

However, although this stubborn cultivator's combat power is strong, he can control five puppets, but he can't resist the crazy siege of dozens of war corpses!

The two of them have survived until now, all thanks to the golden core vision released by the fat man.

It was a turbid yellow river, mighty and mighty, with blooming waves, exuding endless yin qi, which seemed to be able to wash away and wash away all the evils in the world!

In the yellow river, there are many corpses floating up and down.

"Woooo!"

There seemed to be countless ghosts struggling and roaring.

In the river, a ferocious and terrifying face appeared!

This golden core vision surrounds the two of them, tightly protecting the two in the middle, and waves of waves appear, blocking the corpses that are rushing up.

These corpses seem to be quite afraid of this yellow river.

When the yellow river water splashes on the body of the corpse, it will make a 'zizi' sound, and a curl of green smoke will rise.

The corpse seemed to possess the spirituality of life, exclaiming and retreating, jumping on the spot.

Those terrifying blue-black eyeballs were slightly raised, bloodshot, and exuded a little fear.

"what is this?"

The little fox shuddered.

In front of this yellow river, she felt a chill.

If it wasn't for Su Zimo and the others standing in front of her, she would have retreated long ago.

"This is one of the ancient visions, Huang Quan!"

Su Zimo said slowly: "In the era when the ancient emperors came together, Emperor Ming used his unparalleled courage and determination to disperse his soul, went to the gate of hell, and saw Huang Quan with his own eyes. The golden elixir vision below!"

"It is said that there is a dragon vein hidden in the depths of Huangquan, which is extremely powerful! In this way, Emperor Ming created a peerless secret book "Dragon Shaking Sutra", which is also the first secret book for searching for dragons!"

"what?"

Qingqing frowned lightly, showing a thoughtful look, and whispered, "This fat man is a little familiar."

The turbid waves were terrifying, affecting his eyesight, but after watching it for a while, Qingqing realized something was wrong.

"It's the little fat man from Misty Peak!"

Qingqing exclaimed in surprise.

More than 20 years later, the little fat man has matured a lot, and his facial features have also changed, but the outline has not changed.

"Yes, it is him."

Su Zimo nodded and said, "Another cultivator, also an old friend, was originally a cultivator of Nanyue Sect, named Shi Jian, you don't recognize him."

Emperor Ming once left a legacy on the Heavenly Desolate Continent, and he is now one of the five leftist tombs!

In the primary ancient battlefield, the little fat man was taken away by the people of the tomb sect.

Shi Jian worshipped the puppet sect, which was also one of the five major sects.

...

"Fatty, I'm sorry, I've troubled you."

Shi Jian's face was pale and sweat was seen on his forehead. It was obvious that the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted and it was difficult to continue.

Controlling five puppets at the same time, although the combat power is powerful, the consumption of one's own spiritual power is also increased exponentially!

"What are you talking about, hold on, don't be distracted, we can definitely get away!"

The little fat man waved his fat palms, controlling the water of the Yellow Springs, constantly setting off waves, blocking the impact of these war corpses outside.

Having said that, Little Fatty's yellow spring vision has also begun to decline, its power has been reduced, and it has become unstable under the impact of many corpses!

While resisting the corpse outside, the little fat man said, "You know why I asked you for help this time?"

"why?"

Shi Jian asked.

"you're so dumb!"

At this time, the little fat man was still very optimistic and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, stupid people are lucky, if you are so stupid, you must have a good life, but your life is hard! If I ask you for help, maybe I can get some light. ."

"You still have time to chat!"

A corpse-refining cultivator looked gloomy, slapped his palm on the storage bag, waved his hand and sprinkled a cloud of khaki powder, which fell on the body of the corpse.

The little fat man took a sniff, his expression changed greatly, and exclaimed: "It's a corpse fan!"

Before he finished speaking, these corpses, stained with khaki powder, suddenly burst into hysterical roars!

The body of the corpse was bulging, and the clothes on his body were directly bursting, and blue veins appeared on the exposed body, on the neck, and on the cheeks.

Like a snake lying on the surface of the skin, it is ferocious and terrifying!

When roaring, the mouth of the corpse exuded a foul stench, and two pairs of sharp fangs grew on the upper and lower jaws, and the blood was stained, making people shudder!

boom! boom! boom!

The power of these corpses soared, as if they were going mad. They were not afraid of the power of the Yellow Springs.

Huang Quan's vision suddenly trembled.

The Yellow Spring River has even subsided!

Huang Quan, the burial is the lonely hungry ghost, the corpse of the gods and demons!

But now, these dozens of corpses are standing in the yellow spring, roaring up to the sky, seeming to suppress the yellow spring, and the fierceness is monstrous!

A look of resentment flashed across the little fat man's eyes.

Huang Quan's vision has fallen to this point and is suppressed by the dead body. If the Emperor Ming knows about it, I am afraid that he will explode with anger.

At this moment, a voice sounded, neither light nor heavy, but overshadowed the roar of the corpse and spread to every corner of the battlefield!

"A group of evil demons who can't see the sun, dare to be presumptuous in this ancient battlefield where the emperors bleed their blood!"

Hearing this voice, the little fat man was shocked, and his eyes as big as soybeans were wide open, revealing a look of disbelief.

Shi Jian was panting, but his face also showed suspicion.

This voice seems to sound familiar.

"It's the boss!"

The little fat man exclaimed.

"Boss?"

Shi Jian was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Brother Su from Misty Peak?"

"Can't be wrong!"

The little fat man propped up the vision of Huangquan, jumped up, looked out desperately, looked excited, waved his hand and said loudly: "Boss, I'm here, come and save me!"