Chapter 147: The little master of the puppet (36)

With the concerted efforts of everyone, except for the small half-moxiu who exploded, all the others were captured.
The smell of blood melted into the mist of the maze, permeating Song Pian’s nose, with the seven-star double phoenix knife given by Yu Yi inserted on her side. The blood dripped from the knife face into the mud, and the land under her feet became Dark.
"Song... Elder Song, Mo Xiu has been locked into the sleepy spirit formation as you ordered." The visitor looked at her eagerly, with awe in his voice.
"Well, continue to count the monks."
"Yes."
Song Pian stooped and hugged the little leopard in front of him who wanted to approach but was too bloody. Although the little leopard is dark, he always likes to be clean. The first time I saw him fight today, it was fierce, but it inevitably became dirty.
"It's quite capable." Song Pianju checked it all over and saw that it was not injured. Fang exclaimed softly, pinching its gray paws and applying a cleansing technique.
Amidst the light, the familiar girl approached, Song Pian stunned and smiled, until Yu Yi walked to her side and reached out to touch the Qixing Double Phoenix Sword, she suddenly said:
"Tried it, this knife works well."
"Wow, I deliberately pretended not to see me." The girl rushed over, beautiful and smart, like a cat tantrum and bluffing.
"Don't make trouble." Song Pian said with a smile, maybe it was a battle to loosen his body and bones. At this time, even his mind was relaxed a bit. This sentence was a bit coquettish.
Not to mention that Yu Yi was stunned on the spot, even Song Pianzhen was stunned to hear it.
Song Pianxiu pursed her lips and turned her head to the side.
There was no blush on the puppet's cold white skin, not to mention his cheeks, and even his ears were still jade white, but Yu Yi could see a little shame from Song Pianju's face.
Sister... is this shy?
Song Pianzhen has always looked calm and reliable to Yu Yi, as if the world is cracking in front of her, and she will only raise her eyebrows lightly, and immediately formulate a plan without rushing to arrange everything properly.
She is always meticulous and gentle, decent and generous, like never before, like catkins in spring flying from the direction of the light, clinging to Yu Yi's heart and refusing to leave, light and soft, making people itchy Extremely.
Yu Yi's eyes were smiling, and she took out Zhang Bai's veil, and said to Song Pian who didn't look at herself:
"Sister, come here."
Song Pianjiao's figure settled, and turned around:
"Ok?"
Yu Yi took the kerchief and waved to her.
Song Pianqi bent down.
Yu Yi wiped her face. Near the temples, there was a spot or two of magic repair blood. Yu Yi wiped off this obtrusive thing little by little, meticulously and carefully.
She complained softly:
"Just know how to clean the kitten, why doesn't my sister look at herself."
I really forgot to use a cleansing technique for herself. Song Pianzhen was rarely said by the little girl, cleared her throat, and changed the subject:
"kitten?"
"Oh, the name for Feng Leibao."
"..." Song Pianzhen said cautiously, "It's pretty cute."
Yu Yi continued to move, laughed, and whispered softly:
"Sister, too." Lovely.
Song Pianzhen's eyes drifted away, looking like she didn't understand.
Yu Yi smiled deeper.
Seeing that the filth was almost wiped off by herself, she was satisfied to stop, and then used the cleansing technique to clean up the rest of Song Pianju's body.
No blood of others is allowed to stay.
After getting along for a short time, Na Xiang counted the number of monks, and asked Song Pian to step over.
Song Pianzhen suddenly changed back to what everyone was familiar with. His appearance was bright and close to a demon, and his strength was unmatched, like a lofty spring mountain.
At this time, everyone had long forgotten the leader of Elder Jiao, it was the same with the own disciples of the Lingyun Sect like Yu Wei and Zhang Shuhuai. Everyone regarded Song Pianzhen as the representative of the first sect and had absolute right to speak.
In the world of Xiu Xianjie, where Mu Qiang's psychology is extremely serious, Song Pianzhen's success relied on the first battle to convince everyone. Where she passed, the monk made way for her, and countless scorching eyes followed her back.
Yu Yi slowly followed her behind, freely and happy.
There were more than two hundred demon cultivators captured, and they actually accounted for 20% of the Tianfeng Hui's quota. It can be seen that the demon cultivators are conspiring, and they are now locked in the trapped spirit formation, and they can see a lot of turmoil.
Some demon cultivators have the same appearance as Dao cultivators, they are all mortal looks, but they are more evil and evil, while others have the tail and ears of monsters when they are not transformed. This part of the demon cultivators has the blood of demon cultivators.
Elder Qin walked quickly to meet Song Pianzhen:
"Elder Song, as previously said, Hall Master Xu is responsible for soul searching. Also, Master Chu Feng was just injured, and now Master Ning Dong is responsible for distributing pills and treating disciples. Do you think it is feasible?"
The arrangement was negotiated long ago, but--
"Chu Feng was injured?" Song Pianzhen was a little surprised. Without him, Chu Feng has reached the stage of merging. The highest demon cultivator here is also transformed into a god. Even if she blew herself up, she couldn't hurt her, right?
"That's not it, I didn't expect that Master Chu Feng has always been compassionate, and he must be a disciple of his heart, so that he will be secretly injured by the evil ghost."
Yu Yi glanced at Manzhi beside Song Pian.
Man Zhi's whole fox was tight, his eyes flew straight and wild, as if he was looking for someone, but he snorted coldly:
"What kind of compassionate heart, pretending to be."
After a few breaths, Yu Yi Yuguang caught a glimpse of Man Zhi walking to the southeast if nothing had happened. She stretched her eyes to see, and sure enough, there was a holy figure in a snow-colored robes.
Yu Yi smiled, retracted her gaze, and ignored the affairs of others.
In the trapped spirit formation, all power was constrained, and Song Pianzhen was about to lead several uninjured Transfiguration Gods into one body, three or five at a time, to raise the magic repair to search for the soul.
Song Pianzhen originally planned to do it himself, but no one else actually agreed.
"This little thing doesn't need Elder Song to do it yourself."
"Well, Elder Song has already worked hard to protect our disciples, and saved my old man. Let us come now."
"Yes, yes, Elder Song, you are enough to stand here, and we will feel at ease."
...
It was the Shijue Academy who knew Song Pianju’s strength a long time ago. They all received the gazes of other sects, as if they were saying, "Why are you stupefied, why are you fattening ducks?", they had to say, "Although she often kills us but she It's really strong like a little daughter-in-law of a monk. She twisted and pushed halfway around and blew a wave.
In the end, everyone else was very busy, Song Pianzhen and Yu Yi were opposite each other, doing nothing.
Song Pianzhen didn't care about everyone's good intentions, and simply sat on the floor and got some trim. Yu Yi sat beside her, put the kitten down, and let it play by itself.
The kitten circled around the two people and had a great time. Song Pianju placed the Seven-Star Double Phoenix Sword between the two, tracing the delicate lines on the blade with his fingertips, and said:
"I just wanted to ask you, have you practiced this knife once?"
Yu Yi knew why she asked, just as they were the closest beings to the Qiongling, they could recognize the Qiongling's breath from the magic weapon, and Song Pianzhen would naturally recognize his own breath from the sword.
She curled her legs, put her chin on her knees, and looked at the knife with clear eyes:
"These are very few artifacts that can be completed only a little bit, I don't do much."
"I saw you use the knife before, so it was easy, so I chose the knife."
Yu Yi occasionally took out the photo-taking stone sent by Tang Miao, until the picture in the sky began to blur, and she realized that she had read it many times.
Song Pianzhen said with emotion: "You really have inherited the Qun Ling's equipment refining aptitude, it is said that it is a little bit, but this is a point of the heavenly rank, you have just started."
Yu Yi looked at her with a smile, but did not speak.
She wanted Song Pianzhen to use her magic weapon to make her all her own. She had to take a step back and leave her own breath on the artifact.
When I go back, I have to practice more hands and keep up with my cultivation level, so that Song Pianzhen will use the magical tools she personally refined. Yu Yi's small abacus crackled, and he believed:
"I'll change you to a better one in the future."
After speaking, she remembered that when she practiced her hands, in addition to a bunch of low-level artifacts, she also hit a small butterfly that was of little practical use and had a big palm.
At this time, it happened to be taken out to please Song Pianju.
Yu Yi immediately turned over the storage bracelet.
"I have another gadget here, let me show you."
She tried to suppress the pride and excitement in her voice, and said with restraint.
Song Pianyu was amused by her: "Okay."
Yu Yi flipped through it, but couldn't find the faint blue butterfly made from the mysterious star iron he had made. Instead, it was another butterfly-shaped object with a strange shape.
The wings of the butterfly are orange-pink gems. The aura is very light, almost nothing, but it is very beautiful, as if it is full of gentle sunset, glowing with unique tenderness and moving.
Outside the two gems, the crystal clear diamonds surround two larger butterfly wings. The hollow design makes the butterfly lighter, brighter and warmer.
Yu Yi's fingers curled slightly.
She has seen it, in a dream.
In the dream, it belonged to them, and they gave the butterfly to Song Pianzhen. At this time, I will repeat their actions. Does this mean--
"not good!"
"How about this magic repair—"
problem occurs?
Song Pianju's face condensed, and she couldn't wait for Yu Yi to come out with the gadgets, she grabbed the seven-star double phoenix knives, got up and ran towards the sleepy formation, her sleeves were rusty.
"Wait for me here."
Song Pianzhen left these words behind her, her figure had already flashed in front of the sleepy spirit formation before the words fell to the ground.
There is no need for others to explain, Song Pianji took a glance and saw that there were five magic repairs outside the trapped spirit formation. One of them was a very inconspicuous one. Now his limbs are stiff, his figure is gradually turning into withered, and his hair has become dead black. Withered rope, lifeless, twisted limbs, like an overly false dummy, paralyzed on the ground, with a strange smile on his face, making people's hearts beat.
"Elder Song! This demonic cultivator is not a real person. Just as Hall Master Yu and I were about to search for souls, he laughed twice and fell by himself!"
"After he fell, he had no spirits and no magical powers—"
The other demons laughed wildly and laughed wantonly:
"Unseen old man, is this scared by us? One day, our demons will hang you up and tear your dantian--ah--"
"Too noisy."
Song Pian moved his wrist, retracted the long knife, and said lightly.
"..." The other demons who had just gotten up looked at the blood hole in the same door, their laughter suddenly stopped, and the happiness was gone.
Everyone was silent, and the scene was quiet for a moment.
Elder Qin wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know the origin of this magic repair! The maze separated the two sides for seven thousand years, and they didn't know much about the monsters together.
When he was having a headache, he saw Yu Yi walking from the side, with a round wind leopard who always wanted to trip her.
"puppet?"
Elder Qin's eyes lit up like seeing a savior:
"Friend Yu Daoist, come and see if you recognize it."
Who is Yu Yi? That is the child brought up by Yu Qing and Qiong Ling. The only substitute puppet in the realm of Cultivation in front of him came from Qiong Ling. Although her cultivation base is gone, she has a family history, I can't say which jade talisman she has seen.
Even if Yu Yi hadn’t seen her, she came and everyone was relieved
Elder Song was rusty and beautiful, right, but the beauty cultivation was too high and deep, and he was so serious at this time, and he just killed a demon cultivator casually. The black blood on the demon cultivator was about to flow back into the river, and everyone was terrified.
The master of the puppet, Yu Yi, seemed to be very talkative and kind. Elder Qin didn't know the others. Anyway, seeing the well-behaved and beautiful Yu Yi coming over, he felt more relieved.