Chapter 1239

The fourth layer is a puppet.

A puppet with golden elixir cultivation.

Unlike ordinary puppets, he seems to have his own intelligence.

"I'm the general under the demon throne. As long as you can defeat me, you can pass the customs."

The dry, mechanical sound reverberated in the air.

Hundred Li Chang'an without training, this pass, naturally fell on the head of Qiulan.

He smiles at Bai Li Chang'an and says in a soft voice, "young master Bai Li, just rest and I'll come."

Bai Li Chang'an hesitated, but he knew he couldn't help, so he had to say, "be more careful."

Qiulan turns around and looks serious. The Demon power condenses into a long sword.

He was waiting for the puppet. Naturally, he didn't see it. Behind him, Bai Li Chang'an gently raised his lips, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

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"I'm the general under the demon throne. As long as you can defeat me, you can pass the customs." The same words, in front of different people.

"Why?" Shen Mo Yao said with great interest, "it's not an illusion at last."

The puppet's eyes seem to be shining with eager light. He has been silent here for thousands of years.

Shen Mo Yao has a soft smile and holds the folding fan in his hand“ It's my honor to fight with the generals under the ancient demon king. "

When the puppet heard this, he laughed strangely: "I will not be merciful just because you say so."

Shen Mo Yao said, "no need."

"Because I won't lose," he said slowly

The puppet looked at him: "little guy, you are crazy. Then come on, let me see if you have this qualification maniac. "

"With pleasure." When the folding fan is out of hand, the cold blade is frosty, and the killing intention is diffuse.

Shen Mo Yao stands on tiptoe, and his slender figure goes straight to the puppet.

The hurricane swept through, blowing up sharp air currents. From the ground, thick and long vines grew up again. They tried to pull Shen Mo Yao, and grew rapidly, forming a cage.

Shen Mo remote true yuan surging, into the road streamer scattered the airflow.

"Chi -" a clear sword chant. The sword cut off the dense green vines in front of him. Shen moyao walked out of it leisurely like walking in the clouds. He seemed to have some regrets: "it's just so."

After hearing this, the puppet was extremely depressed and said angrily, "if it wasn't for you, you would have been crushed to death by a finger."

"Yes." Shen Mo Yao woke up like a dream. His long and thin eyelashes dropped gently. He spoke slowly: "you died thousands of years ago."

The puppet was silent for a moment. This is indeed an undeniable fact. No matter how real he looks now, he is just a puppet made of a memory. Before long, it will dissipate between heaven and earth.

"So I said that earlier," Shen Mo said in a warm voice, with a smile on his lips, "I won't lose."

"You're dead, and I'm still alive, so we're doomed from the beginning."

His voice became softer and softer, like the spring breeze blowing over the willow bank, and the falling flowers tripping over the flowing water.

The puppet was in a trance. When he realized the danger, the folding fan appeared quietly behind him.

"Broken."

The fragile folding fan looks like a magic weapon.

One sword suddenly became two, two became four... In such a cycle, in an instant, the sky was full of sword shadows.

The sharp blade is coldly facing the puppet, making no secret of his killing. A tiny bit is that every sword as like as two peas is even the same as sword.

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