Everyone who returned to the dilapidated house stood on the roof.

When they saw Li Zhiming being smashed into a dark pit by the huge blood-colored puppet, worry appeared on their faces.

"Is that a puppet?"

Li Rong asked.

"It looks like a Blood Spirit Puppet, but it's much bigger than the average Blood Spirit Puppet, and its power is not even on the same level!"

Jiang Yun replied, his tone full of worry.

“Grandmaster level!”

"That should be a master-level blood spirit puppet!"

Li Qingyue's cold and beautiful face was filled with solemnity.

Li Zhiming was indeed very strong, and his strength was beyond her imagination.

But it is a master-level puppet after all. This time, Li Zhiming might be in great danger!

Although she had some conflicts with Li Zhiming, she did not want to see such a thing happen. After all, Li Zhiming was the peerless genius of their Zhenyuan Sect.

"Grandmaster-level Blood Spirit Puppet, no, I have to go help Junior Brother Li!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Meng prepared to rush over.

But he was stopped by Zi Yue.

"Don't get excited. I can sense the Master's aura. Everything is normal. He is fighting with the Blood Spirit Puppet down there."

"Everyone should have heard the puppet speaking human language just now. This is a test. With your strength, you should be able to pass it easily."

"What's more, you only need to hold on for the duration of an incense stick."

Zi Yue looked up at the sky and saw an incense burner appear out of nowhere.

It floats quietly in the air, with a stick of incense burning slowly.

"Junior Brother Li!"

Liang Meng clenched his hands on his chest, praying in his heart that the incense would burn quickly.

"If you just hold on for one stick of incense, it won't be a big problem."

"After all, we have all witnessed Qilinzi's strength, so we trust him."

Li Rong said.

At this point, there is no other way but to trust Li Zhiming.

Deep in the tiankeng, it is pitch black and even the moonlight cannot reach here.

Bang bang bang~!

A series of dull sounds rang out, and Li Zhiming engaged in a physical battle with the giant blood spirit puppet.

The air vibrated, shock waves spread out,

Li Zhiming's eyes were black and white, and there was a thick layer of light golden energy on the surface of his body.

He gritted his teeth and continued to fight against the Blood Spirit Puppet.

With every clash, he could feel his muscles and bones shaking wildly, and an intense numbness sweeping over him.

"The Grandmaster Blood Spirit Puppet is indeed powerful!"

Li Zhiming sighed inwardly, feeling excited and his will to fight reached its peak at this moment.

"Boy, in terms of physical talent, you are the best I have ever seen. What era are you from? How did my Xuantian Dao Sect end up?"

"Have people in later generations driven the weirdness out of this world?"

The blood-colored puppet asked while attacking Li Zhiming fiercely.

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior. My era is perhaps more than 100,000 years away from yours!"

"As for the Xuantian Dao Sect, it might have been destroyed a hundred thousand years ago."

"And the strange creatures still exist!"

"Dark Hand!"

Li Zhiming slapped out with his palm, demonic energy surged, and the huge black palm slammed towards the Blood Spirit Puppet.

The Blood Spirit Puppet stretched out his hands and tore apart the black magic hand condensed by Li Zhiming.

“So strong!”

When Li Zhiming saw the black devil's hand being torn apart, his expression paused slightly.

Suddenly, a beam of blood broke through the black fog and rushed towards him!

"Beng Quan!"

Li Zhiming roared, gathered his strength, and punched out.

boom!

With a dull thud, two powerful forces collided violently.

The shock wave created by the battle between the two was so powerful that the surrounding earth walls were cracked and large chunks of earth and rocks kept falling off.

Li Zhiming retreated explosively, rolled a few times in the air, then shouted loudly and stopped his body.

He looked at his numb arms, and saw dozens of wounds on his fists and skin, with blood oozing out of them.

The strength of a Grandmaster is too terrifying!

As the level of cultivation improves, the gap between realms becomes more and more obvious.

Although there is only one step between Grandmaster and first-grade perfection, it is an insurmountable gap.

When a half-step master faces a true master, he can only wait to be killed.

"The real Grandmaster is too strong. Now I can only fight him with difficulty. There is no possibility of winning. I don't know if this situation will change after I step into the first level."

Li Zhiming looked solemn, and the Tetanus Blade appeared in his hand.

Five purple thunder swords and five black thunder blades appeared around him.

It was not easy to find a master-level puppet for him to practice with, and he must seize this opportunity.

"One hundred thousand years?"

"I never expected that a hundred thousand years have passed and my huge Xuantian Dao Sect has also been buried in the dust of time."

"After more than 100,000 years, the weirdness still hasn't been eliminated. It's like a centipede that is still alive even after its death!"

The blood-colored puppet made an extremely vicissitudes of life sound, and then it looked at Li Zhiming.

"Although I have suppressed the combat power of this Grandmaster Blood Spirit Puppet, it is surprising that you can fight the puppet to this extent at the Second Level."

"Your talent is enough to rank among the top ten even in Xuantian Dao Sect!"

"Um?"

"Spiritual Blade?"

"You are actually a divine mind master, a second-grade master?"

“It’s getting more and more interesting!”

"Let me see your limits!"

The sound was as dull as thunder, and a bloody halo filled the bloody puppet's body.

Li Zhiming could clearly feel that the pressure from the Blood Spirit Puppet was getting stronger.

Obviously, its master had untied some of the restraints on the Blood Spirit Puppet!

"bring it on!"

There was no retreat in Li Zhiming's eyes, but excitement.

"Xuan Xingsha!"

"go!"

Li Zhiming controlled the spirit blade and killed the blood spirit puppet.

At the same time, holding the rusty knife, he followed the rhythm of the spirit blade, looking for an opportunity to win with one blow in the intensive attack.

Ding ding~!

A crisp sound was heard.

Electric flashes continued in the darkness, and arcs mixed with sparks flew everywhere.

The battle between Li Zhiming and the blood puppet reached a white-hot stage, and the entire deep pit was shaking rapidly.

At this time, on the ground.

The moonlight was bright and the earth was shaking slightly.

Zi Yue and others could clearly feel the power fluctuations coming from the deep pit.

Based on these fluctuations, they were able to infer how fierce the battle below was.

"Even though we can't see it, the sound of this battle is too astonishing!"

"I really don't know how Li Zhiming cultivated himself. He can actually fight against a puppet at the Grandmaster level. It's incredible!"

The worry on Jiang Yun's face disappeared. According to this trend, Li Zhiming should have no problem holding on for an incense stick of time.

"Junior Brother Li!"

Liang Meng looked at the incense that had burned two-thirds of the way, and her heart finally settled down.

But she couldn't completely relax until she saw Li Zhiming coming up.

Zi Yue is the strongest and she can clearly feel the battle below.

It’s so intense and so scary!

Zi Yue sighed.

"Um?"

Zi Yue suddenly frowned and looked towards the night sky in the south.

"It seems someone is coming, hide quickly!"

Zi Yue spoke hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, everyone jumped down from the roof without hesitation and hid in the broken house.