She remembered that in order to save Ye Yanran, she injected her own blood into the Destiny Star Plate. When her drop of blood merged with Ye Yanran's drop of blood, it turned into a drop of golden blood.

Although the evil magic of these men in black is extremely complicated and vicious, the final result is exactly the same.

What is the reason for this?

One after another, the men in black cut their wrists, and blood gushed out like a fountain into the pool of blood.

Judging from their violent trembling, they were obviously in great pain, but their chanting became louder and louder, appearing morbid and weird.

Mu Hanyan suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that she had seen a similar altar when she wiped out the Gui Yu clan last time. Although the Gui Yu clan's altar was much smaller than the one in front of her, and she did not see them performing evil magic, she thought it should be not much different.

But at that time, Gui Yu was killed by his sword and his body was taken away by Yun Qianmo. How could the evil magic of the Gui Yu clan appear here?

"You evil demons, how dare you harm the descendants of my Xia family? I will fight you to the death." Xia Youchen's heart-wrenching cry was heard in the distance.

Mu Hanyan and the others were shocked by the strange scene around the altar. They did not come to their senses until then. Looking up, they saw Xia Youchen's eyes wide open, slashing wildly with the sword in his hand. After not seeing him for a while, Xia Youchen's strength finally recovered to the level of a great swordsman, but at this time his body was torn and bleeding, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Over a dozen sword masters, also dressed in black sword robes and black veils, surrounded them. These were clearly inferior to Xia Youchen's strength, with the strongest being no more than a seventh-level sword master. Under Xia Youchen's ferocious, tiger-like attacks, they too were covered in sword wounds, their flesh ripping apart. Surprisingly, the wounds only bled, with no blood gushing out. Their combat effectiveness remained unaffected.

Sword Spirit Puppet! Mu Hanyan's heart trembled slightly.

Last time at Feilai Peak, she had encountered a necromancy sword slave, created by Miss Zhao Si using the remnant souls of powerful men. Sword spirit puppets were somewhat similar to necromancy sword slaves, but were created from living beings. While they also lost their self-awareness, their strength remained unaffected. They were far more powerful than necromancy sword slaves, and, of course, far more cruel.

It is precisely because the art of refining the dead is too cruel and too evil that it was strictly banned by all countries in the Holy Court Continent many years ago, and the method of refining was lost.

I didn't expect to see the sword spirit puppet here.

Looking at the old woman on the altar, Xia Youchen's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly flew into the air, shook off the sword spirit puppets surrounding him, and rushed towards the altar.

Several sword spirit puppets jumped up without hesitation to block him. Although Xia Youchen was much stronger than them, there was no awe or fear in their eyes. They seemed so empty and indifferent.

Xia Youchen swung his sword, and the sharp blade light swept across their chests, sending several people flying like kites with broken strings. But in this moment of delay, several cold sword blades slashed his back, and blood spurted out.

Xia Youchen stumbled and fell to the ground. A dozen sword spirit puppets surrounded him again. The sword spirit puppets that he had just chopped away also turned over and stood up. Although their chests were covered in blood and even their white bones could be seen, judging from their movements, their combat power was not affected at all.

This is exactly the terrifying aspect of the Sword Spirit Puppet. Not only is its strength intact, but it also feels no pain, no fear, and can even retain its spiritual wisdom, but has lost its self-awareness.

Dozens of long swords fell towards Xia Youchen at the same time. Although his strength had recovered to the level of a great swordsman, he was covered with wounds and almost exhausted. Facing a group of sword spirit puppets who had no fear and no knowledge of fatigue, he found it difficult to resist.

Of course, Mu Hanyan would not watch Xia Youchen die in front of her eyes. With a clear shout, she flew towards Xia Youchen first.

"Nine Heavens, stars fall." Mu Hanyan shouted.

The five sword spirit puppets raised their heads suddenly, and blocked their bodies with their swords at the same time.

The cold blade of Han Xiao Sword slashed across, and several people flew backwards at the same time.

Although he did not use the five magic weapons, Mu Hanyan was still a genuine great swordsman. Logically speaking, with the strength of these sword spirit puppets, who were only at the sixth or seventh level of swordsmanship, blocking this sword head-on was enough to shatter their internal organs and cut their meridians, leaving them with no chance of survival.

However, the sword light passed by, leaving only a deep wound about a foot long between their chests and ribs. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, but still not a drop of blood flowed out.

Beside him, Hua Yue and others also displayed their innate magical powers at the same time. Sword beams flashed, and several other sword spirit puppets were also repelled. However, even Mu Hanyan could not kill them. With their strength as ninth and eighth level sword masters, it was even more impossible for them to cause fatal damage to these sword spirit puppets.

The sword spirit zombies merely retreated a few steps before resuming their assault on Xia Youchen, their flesh ripped apart and bones exposed by sword wounds. They completely ignored Mu Hanyan and the others. This was another terrifying aspect of the sword spirit zombies: once they received the order to attack, they would not stop until their life force was completely extinguished, or even if they only had a breath left.

Xia Youchen was filled with grief and anger at this time, and he had lost too much blood after the injury, so his mind was a little confused. When he saw the sword spirit puppet attacking again, he actually laughed out loud and attacked head-on. It was obvious that he didn't care about life or death, and only wanted to die with the other party.

"Ao..." At this moment, a beast shadow swept past like a whirlwind, and Xiao Qiongqi had already rushed into the battle circle.

At this time, Xiao Qiongqi was burning with anger, his hair stood up all over his body, and his whole body swelled up like an inflatable balloon. His graceful and domineering figure stood proudly, as if the legendary beast god had descended to guard Xia Youchen.

Sword shadows flickered all around, interweaving into a sword net that enveloped them.

Mu Hanyan asked herself, if she were trapped in such a sword net, it would be difficult to avoid it if she did not rely on her strength to suppress it, but only on her body skills. However, Xiao Qiongqi was not afraid at all when he was trapped in it. He roared angrily, and his body spun rapidly like a gyroscope, and then spun in a beautiful and strange arc.

All the long swords aimed at it missed it by a hair's breadth. However, its two claws danced swiftly, and with the momentum of its body's rotation, it released powerful wind blades, like a terrifying storm of air blades.

"Chichichichi..." With light sounds, wind blades passed through the bodies of the sword spirit puppets. Although no blood flowed out, they left wounds on their bodies. Some even had their entire flesh cut off, and then were cut into pieces by the dense wind blades, falling like raindrops.

Mu Hanyan's stomach contracted and she almost vomited.