Chapter 857 Awakening

"Who are you?"

An expression of vigilance appeared on Patriarch Yanyue's face. She was completely unaware of this man before he appeared. In the perception of spiritual consciousness, this person is like a stone, without any breath of life.

"roll."

Ke Zhenbei showed a look of impatience on his face.

In his opinion, ants from such small and medium-sized sects only need to obey him obediently, and there is no need to even talk nonsense.

"presumptuous!"

The female cultivator beside Patriarch Yanyue instantly drew her sword and slashed out with a cold light. The frosty sword intent spread, and the falling snowflakes in the entire area were soaked in the sword intent. Hexagonal snowflakes hovered in the air and exploded.

The sky is full of sword rain, and the frost is like snow.

The dense sword energy thrust towards Ke Zhenbei without distinction. It was the ultimate move of the Moon-covering Sword Technique, 'Moon-covering Frost'.

"The fly shakes the tree."

Ke Zhenbei stretched out one hand, and the magic sword in his hand was immediately unsheathed.

The sword light exploded in the air like a bright sun. The scorching sword energy collided with the falling sword energy from outside, making the sound of gold and iron clashing. The power of the magic weapon crushed the opponent's frost sword energy, and the sword energy full of murderous intent passed through the snowy field and slashed at the group of people on the opposite side.

"Hedao monk!"

The face of the female cultivator who took action changed, and before she could react, she was knocked away by the sword energy.

Fortunately, Patriarch Yanyue took action in time to pull her back, otherwise this disciple would have been severely injured by this sword alone.

"Set up the formation."

Patriarch Yan Yue flew up and the white jade sword was unsheathed again.

The female cultivators of the Hiding Moon Sect below quickly dispersed and formed a sword formation behind the Hiding Moon Patriarch. This was the move they had used to kill the Blood Demon monk before.

clang!

Patriarch Yanyue, who received the sword energy, had a gloomy expression.

She had no idea where such a master came from, or whether the disappearing spiritual fire fell into his hands.

"puff"

Before he could finish his thoughts, several sounds of vomiting blood suddenly came from behind him. Several female cultivators from the Hidden Moon Sect who had just broken through to the Divine Realm were swept away by the aftermath of the sword energy and fell out on the spot. This scene made Patriarch Yiyue's expression even more ugly.

She didn't expect that Ke Zhenbei's seemingly simple sword actually contained murderous intent.

Ke Zhenbei, who had slashed out his sword, took it back and looked down at the people of the Hidden Moon Sect below as if they were ants. This kind of gaze made Patriarch Yan Yue unable to help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

"Sword cultivator and sword cultivator are different."

Ke Zhenbei raised the sword to eye level. The light on the sword blade flows from the hilt to the tip like autumn water.

Phew! !

An afterimage appeared behind the sword formation.

Two more goddess-incarnation female cultivators died under his sword. When everyone turned around, the shadows behind them had disappeared. Except for the body lying on the ground, everything that happened before seemed like an illusion.

Ke Zhenbei still stood there, a drop of blood sliding down the blade of the sword.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood drops fell to the ground, splashing into a small bloody flower.

"High-grade sword art! Are you a descendant of the great sect?"

Patriarch Yanyue finally reacted. She quickly led her disciples back. She didn't relax until she was out of the range of the sword light.

The outside world of cultivating immortals is very boring. Sects and sects are like pyramids, and these people are strictly regulated. Just like the spiritual fire that Patriarch Yanyue is fighting for now, in Ke Zhenbei's understanding, it is an ordinary spiritual fire that can be exchanged for only spending the clan's contribution points.

"No entry allowed."

Ke Zhenbei flew back to the rock again, still saying the same thing.

Patriarch Yanyue's face looked uncertain.

The descendants of large sects are different from people like them. There is a complete inheritance behind large Tao sects. Large sect monks of the same realm can often defeat the strong with the weak, and there are almost no opponents in the same realm. This gap has already started since entering the Tao, and involves countless factors such as resources, skills, elders, etc.

The most important thing is that there are ancestors behind most of the disciples.

You can't afford to mess with this kind of people. Hitting the young ones and the old ones, hitting the old ones and the ones in the coffins is like poking a monkey's nest. The Hiding Moon Sect is only a medium-sized sect, and the strongest one is herself. If she provokes a large number of disciples and brings out an old monster who has transcended the tribulation, they can be removed from the Hiding Moon Sect.

"In that case, let's give fellow Taoist some face."

Patriarch Yan Yue weighed it for a long time and finally chose to give up. A group of disciples behind him also chose to acquiesce after learning the identity of Ke Zhenbei's disciples. This feeling is like that of obedient people under the rule of imperial power. They have long been accustomed to the superiority of the royal family.

I would rather swallow my anger than dare to provoke him.

The group simply cleaned up their dead classmates on the ground, and bowed to Ke Zhenbei before leaving. Ke Zhenbei himself did not move from beginning to end, just sitting on the big stone, motionless.

"Leaving?"

Chen Luo, who was refining the puppet, withdrew his consciousness and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The monks outside gave him a strange feeling. Although he had a lot of strength, he put layers of shackles on himself.

The Patriarch of the Hidden Moon Sect was weaker than he expected. But this is good, it saves a lot of unnecessary trouble. This also strengthened Chen Luo's determination to create high-quality puppets. Compared with those low-level puppets that lack spirituality, high-level puppets are the treasures that can assist him in his cultivation.

Lei Huo started, and the last piece of star iron was refined into a golden solution by Chen Luo, and was injected into the puppet's brain bit by bit.

The integration of three pieces of star iron made the puppet's aura soar from the early stage of Hedao to the late stage of Hedao, and move towards a higher level. Such a terrifying power is compressed in such a small puppet, and it feels like it will explode at any time.

The puppet's body began to twitch constantly as if it had cramps, and three groups of streamers swam up and down in the body.

Chen Luo's aura kept changing, and his brain switched back and forth between restrictions and formations. His hands kept making handprints, and one restriction after another flew out of his hands. Such a terrifying power fluctuation could no longer be covered by restrictions, and the three refiners who were hammering the blanks next to him all felt the problem.

"What is he doing?"

"It seems like he is carving a formation"

"Isn't he a refiner?"

The three refiners looked at Chen Luo's actions and felt that their brains were not enough. The eyes of the other apprentices also turned over, and everyone's attention fell on Chen Luo.

The eyes of this group of people were like looking at a god.

Especially the bearded weapon refiner who paid attention to Chen Luo at the beginning. He clearly remembered that what Chen Luo took out of the storage bag at the beginning was just a pile of materials! But now, this pile of materials has become a finished product. The puppet that was only a skeleton before now exudes an aura that makes him feel palpitations.

This feeling is like meeting a person three days ago. He was holding a pile of broken copper and iron in his hand. At that time, he thought he was a blacksmith. When I saw this person again three days later, the broken copper and iron in his hand turned into Gundam, the hammer in his hand was still a hammer, and the person was still the same person, but there was a period of forging process that was skipped.

Chen Luo's full attention was on the puppet.

Nearly five hundred brains were running at high intensity, causing his body to continuously release heat. Even the ice technique could not suppress it. The restless ground fire under his feet was like being set on fire, rolling constantly.

'The back needs to be re-carved with defensive restrictions, and the tortoise shell restriction cannot be drawn. '

'The right arm must be engraved with attack restrictions, otherwise it will conflict with the star iron heart at the heart, resulting in the failure of puppet refining. '

'Brow! There are too few restrictions on the forehead, and it will be a dead object after refining. '

Every weapon refiner's brain is considering the problem from his own perspective, which makes Chen Luo feel like a vegetable market.

When he really started to refine, Chen Luo realized the gap between planning and implementation.

He hasn't experienced this kind of experience of "brain can do it, but hands can't" for a long time. This time, refining the tribulation puppet obviously exceeded the strength level of all the weapon refiners' brains in him, and Ouyang Lian's brain was a little overwhelmed. As a last resort, Chen Luo could only call on Brother Changqing's brain to take charge of the overall situation again.

Gurgling

The magma rolled, and the heat waves came one after another.

"Why is it getting hot again? Is the ground fire under my feet going to turn over?"

A weapon refiner disciple wiped the sweat from his face and asked in confusion.

These disciples all have cultivation, and the protective aura around them has never dissipated. But at this moment, the protective aura seemed to have disappeared, and the rolling heat waves penetrated through the protective aura, making them doubt their lives.

"Everyone be careful."

The three weapon refiners also noticed the abnormality and began to release spiritual power to protect the apprentices around them. For the weapon refiners, these apprentices are their valuable assets and assistants they have cultivated with great difficulty.

Boom! !

The magma rolled, and a large ball of flames emerged, colliding with the thunder in the sky.

The red flames exploded in the air, and the scorching air waves formed a circular shock wave and spread out. The three weapon refiners all appeared with protective magic weapons. The spiritual power collision lasted for several breaths before disappearing. When the few people stabilized their bodies, they found that Chen Luo, who was standing next to them, had stopped at some point.

The prohibitions and array patterns in his hands all disappeared.

Only one finger was left, tapping the puppet's eyebrows.

Buzz! !

A circle of dark red vortex spread out, and the jumping lightning arc in the air was rolled into the vortex and merged into the eyebrows.

The puppet lying on the ground seemed to come alive, and the facial features were reshaped bit by bit like liquefied metal, and finally condensed into a strange face.

"I'm not dead?"

The strange man closed his eyes, but his voice appeared in the minds of everyone present.

A group of weapon refiners nearby were completely dumbfounded.

This method has exceeded their understanding of "weapon refinement". When they looked at Chen Luo again, everyone's eyes changed.

"It seems wrong. This body, huh?"

The strange man sensed the changes in himself, suddenly paused, and then opened his eyes and looked at the location of the void in the distance.

"Traitor of the Blood Demon Sect!" (End of this chapter)