My Heaven-Defying Spirit

"Four people are afraid of him! Just kill him, brother."

Luo Hong stared at the handsome man with ill intentions.

However, the next moment, the extremely handsome man seemed to have noticed the other party's malicious eyes, and then he grinned coldly, waved his hand, and two flashing lights suddenly appeared beside him, and then two figures appeared inexplicably in the air.

When they looked closely at the two figures, they found that they were wrapped in iron sheets, like puppets, with lifeless eyes. It was not until the handsome man touched the two puppets that the two puppets came to life and revealed their terrifying strength.

"A puppet in the late stage of the Divine Soul Realm?"

The sudden change stunned Ming Huaishang and others, and even many cultivators present were stunned.

You know, puppets are different from cultivators. Although they cannot practice martial arts, secret techniques, and magical powers, their physical strength can become extremely hard due to the added materials. Moreover, they have no sense of pain and are just an invisible killing machine.

"Hahahahaha, kid, can you hand over that thing now?"

The extremely handsome man laughed out loud. He did not mention the fact that Ming Huaishang had snatched his golden leaf away, but instead spoke it in a very metaphorical tone.

Ming Huaishang sneered. He naturally knew the importance of this golden tree. It could activate divine arts, which were comparable to the complete secret techniques of divine beasts and ancient secret techniques with peerless magical powers. And now, since he had already made enemies with the other party, it would be even more impossible for him to return this thing to him. If he really let the opponent obtain that terrifying divine art, then it would be even more difficult for him to deal with it.

Seeing that Ming Huaishang still hadn't spoken, the handsome man's face suddenly became gloomy. He raised his hand slightly, and then seemed to order the two puppets beside him to move forward and attack. Then the two puppets beside him suddenly moved and attacked Ming Huaishang and others.

After touching the two puppets, he kicked the ground with his feet, and arrived in front of Ming Huaishang and others in a blink of an eye. Then, two punches were thrown one after another. This extremely violent spiritual power was enough to destroy several mountains.

However, seeing this, the four did not panic. Ya Nu used her spiritual power first, and countless ice walls suddenly appeared in front of her to resist, but then the ice wall was broken in just a moment. Then, the puppet attacked again, but at the moment the ice wall was broken, a figure appeared behind it, and a fiery red sun was hanging in the air, like a star sun, illuminating the entire area.

Luo Hong performed a strange vision, and his aura suddenly increased from the early stage of the Shenpo realm to the middle stage of the Shenpo realm. Countless pillars of fire that were as bright as the sun rose from the ground, like the fire from the earth's core, and rushed towards the two puppets. The two puppets were about to dodge, but the next moment their bodies suddenly became sluggish, and in just a moment, the bodies of the two puppets were buried alive.

The handsome man not far away was stunned when he saw this scene, and then his eyes turned to the elegant woman not far away.

"Was the poison already applied the moment the spiritual power was used to block the attack?"

The two puppets engulfed by the pillar of fire instantly flew backwards like two dead bodies, and then there was no life at all.

The handsome man didn't even look at the puppets on both sides. He walked forward slowly and spoke slowly.

"The spiritual energy you have consumed is just a waste. My puppet is controlled by absorbing the soul of a cultivator, and I still have a lot of this stuff. Is it a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritual Soul Realm, or a great perfection?"

The next moment, an ancient banner quietly appeared in the hands of the handsome man. The banner was extremely black and there was no pattern on it, but the ancient aura in it made people feel terrified, as if there were countless wronged souls in the banner.

The next moment, the handsome Xu Wei just lightly nodded his hand, and two dark source points emerged from the ancient book. The dark source points instantly poured into the bodies of the two puppets. In an instant, the two puppets that were originally lifeless suddenly stood up, and their aura was already stronger than before, reaching the great perfection of spirit and soul.

"He, he just merged the spirits of two monks who had reached the Great Perfection of the Spirit Mirror into the puppet!"

A monk saw this scene and said with shock on his face.

"The magic weapon that appeared in his hand just now can actually imprison the soul of a cultivator. What kind of magic weapon is it?"

However, Ming Huaishang and the other three who were not far away suddenly changed their expressions. From the moment the extremely handsome man took out the magic weapon to the method of reviving the puppet in the end, they saw clearly that the puppet's body was probably made of an extremely hard material. They only needed to inject the cultivator's spirit into the chess piece to activate the puppet itself, and then the caster could control the two puppets to deal with the enemy with their clones. In this case, the extremely handsome man only needed to continuously inject his spirit into them, and they didn't need to do anything at all. By then, Ming Huaishang and the others would be exhausted to death.

The extremely handsome man sneered, then looked at Ming Huaishang with a cold gaze.

"How's it going? Boy, isn't it time for you to hand over that treasure?"

However, this sentence once again aroused speculation among many monks present.

"You said that guy already has such a treasure, why would he still covet the magic weapon of a cultivator who is weaker than him? Could it be that the guy has a magic weapon that is stronger than what he just took out?"

The monk who was in cahoots with him heard his words and was about to speak out to stop him, but the next moment, his face changed drastically, and a streak of blood streaked across the sky. The monk who had just said this was covered in blood, and in front of him appeared an emotionless puppet. His palm pierced through the monk's body, and then he forcibly pulled it into the monk's soul, holding it in his hand, preventing him from escaping.

The cultivator who was in cahoots with him had an uncertain expression on his face. The cultivator who had just spoken, I am his junior fellow disciple from the same sect. My strength is also in the middle stage of the Divine Soul Realm, while his strength is in the late stage of the Divine Soul Realm. The cultivator became furious and then glared at the extremely handsome man.

"My fellow Daoist, my Huqing Sect has no grudge against you, why do you want to kill my junior brother?"

This cultivator from the Huqing Sect wanted to get back some face for his sect. The long sword in his hand was mixed with wood-attributed spiritual power and was ready to move. Although he could not use the characteristics of this magic weapon, this long sword was made of good materials, so its sharpness would naturally not be weak.

However, just as this thought came to his mind, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from behind him, and instantly beads of cold sweat appeared on the face of the monk.