"Who are you?"

A look of vigilance appeared on the face of the Grandmaster Yanyue. She had not noticed anything before this person appeared. In her spiritual sense, this person was like a stone, without any breath of life.

"roll."

A trace of impatience appeared on Ke Zhenbei's face.

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

"presumptuous!"

The female cultivator beside Master Yanyue instantly drew her sword and slashed it out with a flash of cold light. The frost sword intent spread, and the falling snowflakes in the entire area were stained by the sword energy. The hexagonal snowflakes hovered in the air and exploded.

The sky was filled with sword rain and the frost was as cold as snow.

Dense sword energy stabbed towards Ke Zhenbei indiscriminately. It was the killer move "Yue Yan Frost" from the Yue Yan Sword Technique.

"An ant trying to shake a tree."

Ke Zhenbei stretched out his hand and the magic sword in his hand immediately came out of its sheath.

The sword light exploded in the air like a bright sun. The scorching sword energy collided with the sword energy falling from outside, making a sound of metal clashing. The power of the magic weapon crushed the opponent's frost sword intent with overwhelming force, and the sword energy full of murderous intent passed through the snow and slashed towards the people on the opposite side.

"A monk of the He Dao!"

The female cultivator who had made the move suddenly looked unhappy, and before she could even react, she was blown away by the sword energy.

Fortunately, Master Yanyue acted in time to pull her back, otherwise the disciple would have been seriously injured by this sword alone.

"Set up the formation."

Patriarch Yanyue flew up and unsheathed his white jade sword again.

The female cultivators of the Yanyue Sect below quickly dispersed and set up a sword formation behind the Yanyue Patriarch. This was the move they used to kill the Blood Demon cultivator before.

clang!

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

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

"puff"

Before he could finish his thought, he heard several voices of people vomiting blood from behind him. Several female cultivators of the Yanyue Sect who had just broken through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm were swept by the aftermath of the sword energy and fell out on the spot. This scene made the face of the Yanyue Patriarch even uglier.

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

After striking out with his sword, Ke Zhenbei took back the precious sword and looked down at the people of Yanyue Sect as if they were ants. This look made Yanyue Patriarch feel furious.

"Sword cultivators are different from sword cultivators."

Ke Zhenbei raised the sword to the level of his eyes. The light on the blade flowed from the hilt to the tip like autumn water.

Puff! !

An afterimage appeared behind the sword formation.

Two more female cultivators who had reached the state of transformation were killed by his sword. When everyone turned around, the shadow behind them had disappeared. Apart from the bodies lying on the ground, everything that had happened before seemed like an illusion.

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

Tick.

Drops of blood fell to the ground, splashing a small blood-red flower.

"Superior sword technique! Are you the heir of a great sect?"

Grandmaster Yanyue finally reacted. She quickly led her disciples to retreat, and only relaxed after they left the range of the sword light.

The outside world of immortal cultivation is very boring. The sects are like pyramids, which restrict these people. For example, the spiritual fire that Master Yanyue is desperately trying to snatch is just an ordinary spiritual fire in Ke Zhenbei's cognition, which can be exchanged for by spending the contribution points of the clan.

"No trespassing."

Ke Zhenbei flew back to the rock and said the same old words.

Patriarch Yanyue's expression was uncertain.

The descendants of the big sects are different from them. The large sects have complete inheritance behind them. The cultivators of the big sects at the same level can often defeat the strong with the weak, and there are almost no rivals in the same level. This gap has begun since entering the Tao, and it involves countless factors such as resources, skills, and elders.

The most important thing is that every disciple of a major sect has a master behind him.

You can't afford to provoke such a person. If you beat the young ones, there are still the old ones. If you beat the old ones, there are still the ones in the coffin. It's like poking a monkey's nest. Yanyue Sect is just a medium-sized sect, and the strongest person is herself. If you provoke a disciple of a large sect and bring out an old monster who has crossed the tribulation, they can be expelled from Yanyue Sect.

"In that case, then I will give you some face."

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Master Yanyue finally chose to give up. After knowing the identity of Ke Zhenbei's disciples, the group of disciples behind him also chose to acquiesce. This feeling is like being a submissive citizen under the rule of the emperor. They have long been accustomed to the high status of the royal family.

I would rather swallow my anger than provoke others.

The group simply cleaned up the dead fellow disciples 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 rock, motionless.

"Gone?"

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

The cultivators from the outside world gave him a very strange feeling. They had great strength but put themselves in layers of shackles.

The strength of the founder of the Moon-Shattering Sect was even weaker than he expected. But it was good this way, saving a lot of unnecessary trouble. This also strengthened Chen Luo's determination to create high-quality puppets. Compared with those low-level puppets with insufficient spirituality, high-level puppets were the treasures that could assist him in his practice.

Starting with thunder and fire, Chen Luo refined the last piece of star iron into a golden solution, which 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 seemed to have cramps and began to twitch continuously, with three streams of light swimming up and down in its body.

Chen Luo's aura kept changing, and his mind switched back and forth between restrictions and formations. His hands kept making hand seals, and restrictions flew out of his hands one after another. Such a terrifying power fluctuation could no longer be concealed 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 weapon refiner?"

The three weapon refiners looked at Chen Luo's movements and felt that their brains were not enough. The other apprentices also turned their attention to him, and all their attention fell on Chen Luo.

This group of people looked as if they were looking at gods.

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

This feeling is like meeting a person three days ago, he was holding a pile of scrap metal, and I thought he was a blacksmith. When I saw this person again three days later, the scrap metal in his hand turned into a Gundam, the hammer in his hand was still a hammer, and he was still the same person, but a part of the forging process was skipped.

Chen Luo's entire attention was on the puppet.

Nearly five hundred brains were operating 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 seemed to be set on fire by someone, and it kept rolling.

'The defensive restrictions need to be re-carved on the back, and the tortoise shell restrictions cannot be drawn.'

'The right arm must be engraved with an attack restriction, otherwise it will conflict with the Star Iron Heart at the heart, causing the puppet to fail in refining.'

"Brow center! There are too few restrictions on the Brow Center. It will be a dead object even if it is refined."

Every weapon refiner was considering things from his own perspective, which made Chen Luo feel like he was in a vegetable market.

Only after actually refining it did Chen Luo realize the gap between planning and implementation.

He hadn't experienced this kind of "brain can do it, but hands can't" experience for a long time. This time, refining the Tribulation Puppet was obviously beyond the power level of all the weapon refiners' brains in his body, 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 heat waves came one after another.

"Why is it getting hot again? Could it be that the underground fire beneath our feet is about to turn over?"

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

These disciples all had cultivation skills, and the protective aura around them had 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 their spiritual power to protect the apprentices around them. For the weapon refiners, these apprentices were their valuable assets and assistants that they had cultivated with great difficulty.

Boom! !

The magma rolled, and a large ball of fire rose up, colliding with the thunder in the sky.

The red flame exploded in the air, and the scorching air waves formed a circular shock wave and spread out. The three major weapon refiners all showed 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.

All the restrictions and formations that were flipping in his hands disappeared.

Only one finger was left, touching the puppet's forehead.

Buzz!!

A circle of dark red vortex spread out, and the flickering lightning arcs in the air were sucked into the vortex and merged into the center of 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 stranger's eyes were closed, but the voice appeared in the minds of everyone present.

The group of weapon refiners nearby were completely dumbfounded.

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

"It doesn't seem right. This body, huh?"

The strange man sensed the changes in himself, and suddenly paused. Then he opened his eyes and looked towards the void in the distance.

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