Nothing to do today, check the life and death book

At the critical moment, the Book of Life and Death once again demonstrated its invincible defense and blocked the power of thunder and lightning to Zhou Tai's shock.

Zhou Tai's face turned pale, and he rushed forward again with his knife. Suddenly, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, his body froze, and his soul began to tremble.

In his sight, the jade-like wall blocked Le Jinxi behind him. Two sticks wrapped in white cloth stuck out of the Book of Life and Death. Then, two children in black and white clothes came out holding the sticks.

Zhou Tai subconsciously thought that this was not a wall, but more like a door.

"If the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, who dares to keep you alive until five o'clock? Your fate as an emperor, immortal or god will be wiped out and you will be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation."

The mumbling words struck Zhou Tai directly into his soul. He was in a daze and couldn't tell whether what he saw was true or false.

Only when he felt pain in his chest did he wake up.

The pain pulled him down to look at his chest, where there was a huge bloody hole.

A few feet in front of him, Le Jinxi was wiping the black gun in his hand. As for the little boy, there was no little boy at all.

"Magic, you know... magic..."

Le Jinxi couldn't help but smile: "Magic? I wanted to do that too! But I'm not very knowledgeable and let my senior brother misunderstand me!"

Zhou Tai died with his eyes open and fell down unwillingly.

Boom boom boom!

The bronze puppet was in front, and Ji Zinian followed behind, running all the way over.

"Dead?" Ji Zinian looked at Zhou Tai who fell to the ground, and then looked at Le Jinxi.

"If you die, then die! If the sect asks, just tell the truth," Le Jinxi said as he quickly untied the storage bag from Zhou Tai's waist. He weighed it and found it was quite heavy. "Anyone who kills will be killed. As your junior brother, just accept it with a smile!"

Turning around, Le Jinxi took a look at the bronze puppet that was much taller than him. He raised his eyebrows and said teasingly, "Tsk tsk! Rich families are different. Tell me the truth, do you have a mine at home?"

"Mine?" Ji Zinian was stunned for a moment, and quickly explained: "What does this have to do with anything! It's just that my old man likes to study these things!"

Ding ding! Le Jinxi was banging on the bronze puppet, praising it non-stop: "Not bad, not bad! Very nice, this sword is also beautiful, it looks very majestic..."

He used both hands to try to remove the bronze sword from the back of the bronze puppet, and then he said casually: "Oh, right! Do you have any more? Give me one for self-defense!"

Ji Zinian immediately got angry: "Do you think you can just buy this on the street? There is only one, forget it."

Before he finished speaking, he had already put away the bronze puppet.

Le Jinxi was a little disappointed, but then he changed his mind and said with a smile: "Hehe, remember to tell me when you go home, and I will go visit the old man."

"Alright, alright! Let's get out of here! Gather all the demon crystals first and pass the trial first," Ji Zinian quickly changed the subject, thinking, "If you go to cause trouble to the old man, I'm afraid Uncle Gong will tear you to pieces with his bare hands!"

Dozens of kilometers away, Li Qing was treating Wang Mingzhi's injuries. Suddenly, his face changed and his hand stopped moving.

Wang Mingzhi slowly opened his eyes, his face became much rosier, and his injuries had recovered a lot.

"What's wrong, senior brother?"

"Senior Brother Zhou is dead!" Li Qing said calmly.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, just them?" Wang Mingzhi's face was full of disbelief.

"The soul fluctuations he left with me have dissipated," Li Qing was also puzzled. He was very clear about Zhou Tai's strength. Even if the other party had one more bronze puppet, he would not be killed.

Wang Mingzhi thought of something and asked, "Is it possible that they have more than one bronze puppet?"

Li Qing was stunned for a long time before he slowly said, "Send the things back. We won't take this job anymore."

"Not answering?" Wang Mingzhi was puzzled and asked, "Brother Zhou is dead, so we just don't care?"

"What else?" Li Qing stared at him for a few seconds and continued, "If they really have multiple bronze puppets, their identities must be extraordinary. They may even be protected by a master."

"You mean, Senior Brother Zhou..."

"Nine out of ten," Li Qing said with some melancholy, "Alas! We can't afford to offend either side, so we'd better not wade into this muddy water!"

After thinking for a while, Wang Ming pointed his sword into the air and quickly wrote a few lines of words. When he finished writing, all the words gathered together and turned into a spirit bird.

With a wave of his hand, the spirit bird disappeared into the void.

……

At the junction of the outer and inner parts of Wanlin Guiyuan is a road several feet wide, with neatly planted trees on both sides of the road thriving. On the road surface, there is no grass at all, it is bare and extremely conspicuous.

In the sky, a wounded bird flew lower and lower. Soon, it flew over the bare road and crashed into the depths of Wanlin Guiyuan.

Following closely were two other disciples from the inner sect, the man being Sun Zebing, with a long sword in hand and his green robe fluttering in the wind.

The woman, Wu Shuiya, had two buns on her head and was holding a green longbow with an arrow drawn on it.

Whoosh! An arrow shot out, hitting the bird squarely.

The roc screamed and fell into the forest. The two of them followed without stopping.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and the trees swayed. The surrounding trees seemed to come alive, constantly moving, and the road the two had come from was instantly occupied by trees.

Following the two, a man in a black robe appeared from a tree on one side. Immediately, his body fell to the ground, like a pool of water, seeping into the ground.

In the forest, Sun Zebing swung his sword, saved the injured Peng bird, and easily took out the magic crystal.

He casually threw the demon crystal to Wu Shuiya and said, "Keep it!"

Wu Shuiya chuckled and replied, "Hehe, thank you for your help, Senior Brother!"

The next second, Sun Zebing swung his sword and the sword energy swept past Wu Shuiya's side and slashed towards her back.

Wu Shuiya was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around, only to find that some of the dancing branches were retracting as if in pain.

"Wood demon?" she asked subconsciously.

She raised her hand and waved it. A faint light seemed to flash across her hand, and the sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing that was close to her palm quietly dissipated.

Broken branches were scattered all over the ground, and the remaining branches were fixed in the air, motionless, just like ordinary trees.

Sun Zebing stepped forward to investigate. The big tree in front of him didn't have much power and had not yet become a monster. It was just an ordinary tree!

Just as he was thinking, the ground suddenly shook, and then the surrounding trees used their roots as feet, rising from the ground one after another, waving branches that were more flexible than hands to attack him.

Sun Zebing raised his eyebrows in confusion, and his spiritual sense instantly enveloped these trees. Without exception, none of them turned into monsters, but rather looked like puppets.

His eyes widened slightly, and he had an idea. He continued to send out his consciousness, extending it to the surroundings, "Since it is a puppet, the controller must be nearby."

The next second, he moved, and the shadow of the long sword in his hand appeared, and sword energy was surging.

As the sword came out, the sword shadow instantly grew larger, first sweeping across to repel the puppet trees that were surrounding it. Then the sword tip turned, and the sword shadow flew out.

On the side, Wu Shuiya's gaze followed the sword shadow into the distance.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, a row of large trees fell to the ground. A green shadow took advantage of the chaos to escape, jumping quickly between the broken trees.

"Where are you running to!" After saying that, Wu Shuiya had already drawn his bow and shot three arrows at once.

Immediately afterwards, the two flew over. Where the three arrows hit, there was no monster, only a pool of green liquid.