Qiankun Gourd

"This black bear corpse puppet is great. I'll use it!"

Ye Feng pointed with one hand, and a black light shot out from his hand, sweeping towards the black bear corpse puppet. The originally dull black bear corpse puppet suddenly roared angrily and rushed towards the masked men in black.

Ouch...!

The black bear corpse puppet attacked extremely ruthlessly, and killed a black-clothed and masked monk in the early stage of foundation building with a single slap.

With the joint efforts of Du Qingqing, Zhuo Zifan and Black Bear, those masked men in black were either killed or escaped.

"This black bear is incredibly powerful. He's such a great helper!"

Du Qingqing thought secretly in her heart when she saw the black bear corpse puppet, which was so powerful.

"Master, can you give me the Black Bear Corpse Puppet?"

Seeing that the Black Bear Corpse Puppet was so powerful, Zhuo Zifan came to Ye Feng and said.

“The Black Bear Puppet, although powerful, was only refined using ordinary corpse refining techniques.

Once he enters the Jindan stage, your corpse puppets will be able to beat him."

Ye Feng waved his hand and said.

"So that's how it is, then forget it!"

"Junior brother, are you stupid?"

Du Qingqing laughed aside.

"What the master gives is the best!"

"Senior sister is right, what Master gives is the best!"

"Okay, the two of you stop flattering me. Let's go somewhere else and try to eliminate all the Corpse Sect disciples here."

Ye Feng lightly tapped his feet, and his body flew into the air and away. The black bear corpse disappeared in a flash.

Du Qingqing and Zhuo Zifan took out their own magical weapons and chased after them.

After flying about four or five miles, many black-robed and masked monks came from all directions.

"Uncle Master, they were the ones who killed Uncle Master Wang and the other brothers."

One of the masked men in black said to an old man with yellow hair.

This yellow-haired old man has reached the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

"Who are you and why are you trespassing into our Corpse Sect's forbidden area?"

Ye Feng concealed his cultivation level, and the aura he exuded was the same as that of a Jindan stage cultivator, so the yellow-haired old man did not take Ye Feng seriously.

"Old man, you, the Corpse Sect, are killing innocent people! Today is the day you die!"

After Zhuo Zifan finished speaking, he swung his red spear and charged forward.

Seeing this, Du Qingqing flashed and followed closely with a silver sword in hand.

"A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to fight me. They are really courting death! Kill them for me!"

At the command of the yellow-haired old man, many black-robed and masked monks, holding various magical instruments and controlling their corpse puppets, rushed towards Du Qingqing and Zhuo Zifan.

"You go too!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, the black bear corpse puppet flew out, roared, and rushed into the crowd.

"Black bear puppet! Isn't this Junior Brother Wang's puppet? It was you who killed Junior Brother Wang! Die!"

The yellow-haired old man recognized the black bear puppet at a glance, then frowned slightly, waved his robe sleeves, and a human-shaped corpse puppet flew out.

This humanoid corpse puppet was about ten feet tall, with the cultivation level of the early Jindan stage. As soon as it flew out, it held a big sword in its hand and slashed at Ye Feng.

His figure was fast and fierce, and he was in front of Ye Feng in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng waved his hand and a huge fireball suddenly flew out and hit the corpse puppet. The corpse puppet had no time to dodge and was instantly swallowed by the flames and burned to ashes in a moment.

"Ah? You...you are a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage? If you are not a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, you can't burn my corpse puppet at all!"

The yellow-haired old man felt a chill on his back when he saw this. He wondered how unlucky he was to meet a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

"So what?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly

"Senior! Please don't embarrass me. My master is nearby. If you have anything to say, you can go talk to him!"

The yellow-haired old man knew that he was no match for Ye Feng and could not escape, so he used his master as a shield.

"Oh, who is your master?"

Ye Feng originally wanted to kill the yellow-haired old man in an instant, but when he heard that the yellow-haired old man’s master was also here, he immediately became interested.

"My master is! The third elder of the Corpse Bone Sect, Master Zi Gu."

The yellow-haired old man said without hiding anything.

"Okay! Lead the way and take me to see your master!"

Ye Feng put his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly.

"Senior, please follow me!"

The yellow-haired old man did not dare to delay and took Ye Feng to fly towards a mountain.

Soon, the two landed outside a cave on the mountainside.

"Is this the place, Senior?"

The yellow-haired old man said.

"Okay, thank you for your help!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, a beam of green light suddenly flew out from his hand and pierced through the chest of the yellow-haired old man with a whoosh.

The yellow-haired old man screamed and died on the spot.

"who?"

A skinny young man in a purple robe suddenly flew out of the cave and landed not far from Ye Feng.

"Fellow Daoist, you are so cruel, how dare you kill my disciple?"

"You, the Corpse Bone Sect, have killed so many civilians. What's wrong with me killing a few of the Corpse Bone Sect's disciples?"

Ye Feng said lightly.

"The immortal cultivators regard mortals as ants. Killing a few civilians is nothing! But my disciples are different. If you kill my disciples, you must pay for their lives."

The young man said with a sinister look.

"Pay life? Let's see who pays for whose life!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, a green sword light suddenly flew out from his hand and killed the purple-robed young man.

The purple-robed young man threw a punch, meeting the green sword light.

Bang!

The green sword light and the purple-robed young man's fist collided with each other, causing waves of air to spread in all directions.

In a moment, the green sword light and the purple-robed young man were all knocked back.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

Seeing Ye Feng's extraordinary strength, the purple-robed young man asked again.

"Ye Feng from the Purple Cloud Sect!"

Ye Feng did not hide it.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Ye from Ziyun Sect! I've heard of Fellow Daoist Ye's great name. Fellow Daoist Ye has great magical powers, and Ziyun Sect is the fifth largest immortal cultivation sect in Xing Country.

But it’s nothing in the eyes of my Corpse Sect!

How about this! Let's each give in a little. I won't pursue my disciple's affairs, and you don't need to get involved in the affairs here. How do you think?"

The purple-robed young man threatened.

"Do I really need to take care of it?"

"If Fellow Daoist Ye insists on intervening, don't blame me for being rude!"

The purple-robed young man made a hand gesture, and a black figure flew out and landed in front of him.

This black figure was actually a red tiger about two meters tall. The red tiger exuded murderous aura, its eyes were glowing blue, and its claws were extremely sharp. It had the cultivation level of the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.

The red tiger roared angrily and rushed towards Ye Feng.

But before he could pounce on Ye Feng, a black figure suddenly flew out from behind Ye Feng. It was Saitama. After flying out, Saitama punched the red tiger.

Bang!

The red tiger was knocked away on the spot.

The violent aura emanating from Saitama made the young man in purple robe shudder.

"A corpse puppet in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Saitama flew out again and punched the red tiger, bang bang bang! The red tiger lost its temper.