The next moment, a thousand monks in the forest moved at the same time without any time error.

Jiang Chulin's face was almost gloomy to the extreme.

But he didn't take these thousand soldiers seriously.

Almost everyone is only in the mortal cultivation realm. If you want to keep him at the peak of the metaphysical realm, you have to see if he has this ability?

However, he did not see that behind Luo Yu, Wei Mian's eyes lit up with a silver light, and his pupils slightly expanded and then focused.

A quarter of an hour later.

There was a big hole in Jiang Chulin's chest, and he slowly fell down with his eyes wide open.

Until his death, he didn't understand it.

How could he die?

He is the pinnacle master of Xuansheng Realm!

Even if there is no way to defeat a group of mortal cultivators, at least they can escape!

But why, as soon as the battle began, he found that he had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

Being surrounded on all sides, with no hope of survival, we can only face... face...

War general!!

That is an army commanded by a general!

This was the last thought left in Jiang Chulin's mind.

Luo Yu walked forward and looked at the corpses of the monks from Lingbo Hall, then his face sank, and his eyes showed a bit of anxiety.

He vaguely had a bold guess.

The person that the little girl who fell off the cliff and lost almost half of her life wanted to save might be his second senior brother.

"Uncle Wei, we have to hurry, I'm afraid my second senior brother is in danger!"

Wei Mian nodded, his voice soft and with a hint of imperceptible respect: "Seventh Young Master, don't worry, we will release everyone, even if we turn the entire Zuiwan Forest upside down, we will definitely find them."

…

The other end of Zuiwanlin.

"Elder Zhao, we found it! It's a human puppet!" an excited voice sounded.

Zhao Rong, who was originally investigating with his spiritual sense, his eyes lit up when he heard this and he hurried over.

Looking at Qin Jiu who was sitting next to the rock with his eyes covered with white clouds, Zhao Rong couldn't help but burst into excited laughter: "The only [monarch level] puppet in our Lingbo Palace has finally been obtained, hahahaha!!

"

On the Floating Island, there is a special type of monks called soul masters.

Soul masters are generally divided into two types, summoners and puppet masters.

Whether it is the spirit beast summoned by the summoner or the puppet made and controlled by the puppet master, they are divided into five levels.

[Ordinary level, elite level, commander level, monarch level, master level.]

On the floating island, no one has ever seen [Dominator level] summoned beasts and puppets.

Even those at the [Monarch level] are very few.

[Lingbo Palace] is completely at the bottom among the six families and eight sects, because they are only good at puppets. The puppets they can create and control are only at the leader level.

"Fourteen years, exactly fourteen years!!"

Zhao Rong held a black bone whistle in his hand, his eyes were shining with unspeakable resentment.

Suddenly he raised his foot and kicked Qin Jiu to the ground.

"You despicable thing, I, Lingbo Palace, spent so many geniuses and treasures and took so many lives to create you. How dare you run away! How dare you run away! How dare you run away! Do you think you can escape from this?"

[Soul Whistle] control?!"

After Qin Jiu was kicked down by him, he seemed to be unconscious and sat up again, continuing to lean against the rock.

Zhao Rong took a few deep breaths and then said: "Inform everyone near Zuiwanlin that the puppet has been found by us."

"Haha, our contribution this time is huge!"

"The main thing is that Elder Zhao has good leadership!"

Zhao Rong's face showed a bit of embarrassment, he picked up the black whistle and blew it: "Let's go back to Lingbo Hall!"
Chapter completed!