The Tao is far away

Upon hearing this, Wang Chi's smile remained on his face, but his mind was like a rapidly spinning compass, anxiously calculating countermeasures, while constantly refining and absorbing spiritual power.

"My two senior brothers, I really spent a lot of effort to obtain this demon pill. Why don't we discuss it calmly? I am willing to give you some other compensation." Wang Chi said sincerely.

The monk with the mustache suddenly looked gloomy and snorted coldly, "Hmph, stop talking nonsense. You have to hand over this demon pill today, whether you want to or not!"

Another monk also echoed: "Don't bother with him, just do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the two men, with ferocious looks, commanded the puppets to attack Wang Chi aggressively.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow with a flash of cold light was released from the puppet's hand and flew towards Wang Chifei with a whistling sound.

Wang Chi's figure flashed like a ghost and he avoided the puppet's fierce attack extremely nimbly. At the same time, he summoned the Zixia Bell in his hand, and the Zixia Bell burst into brilliant light and smashed hard at one of the puppets.

There was a loud "bang", like a thunderclap, and the puppet was knocked back several steps by the powerful impact force.

Wang Chi took the opportunity to speak again: "Two brothers, why are you so aggressive? Let's each take a step back and the world will be brighter. How about that?"

The monk with the mustache glared and shouted angrily, "Don't try to flatter me. How dare you steal our demon pills? Today I will let you know how powerful our Wanmu Sect is!"

Wang Chi was speechless for a while, secretly complaining in his heart that it was really shameless to make such a high-sounding statement about taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

The two wooden puppets roared in unison and rushed towards Wang Chi, stretching out their fists as big as sandbags, bringing with them fierce gusts of wind and making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and blasting straight towards Wang Chi.

The fist hit him in the face. Wang Chi leaned back and dodged the two powerful punches in an extremely thrilling posture. He then kicked the puppet's abdomen with both feet. The powerful force caused the puppet to fly far away in an instant.

"You two, this is not necessary." Wang Chi still had a smile on his face, and the medicinal power of the pill was about to be absorbed.

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the demon pill. We will pretend that you didn't attack us." The monk with a mustache spoke coldly, his eyes full of threats.

"Okay!"

The two Wanmumen monks were delighted when they heard this, and were very satisfied with Wang Chi's ability to know the current situation. They looked at each other and instantly understood the hidden murderous intent in each other's eyes.

Get the demon pill and kill Wang Chi.

"If you want the demon pill, come and get it if you have the guts!" Wang Chi suddenly shouted. At this time, the medicinal power of the pill had been refined and his condition had returned to its best.

It's my turn!

After hearing this, the two monks became furious and completely tore off their disguises.

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame us for not giving you a chance!"

Wang Chi snorted coldly, and the Zixia Bell shone brightly, like a purple sun, smashing violently towards the two puppets.

At this time, a puppet did not confront Zi Zhong, but instead jumped in front of Wang Chi, raised his huge fist high, and smashed towards Wang Chi with the force of a mountain pressing down on his head.

Wang Chi's feet moved like the wind, and his body was as nimble as a light swallow to avoid the fatal blow. While he was dodging, a force of divine consciousness quietly attached to his eyes, and the whole world instantly turned into a strange negative film.

A thin thread that seemed to appear and disappear slowly emerged from the body of the monk with a mustache and connected to the puppet.

The dark moon in Wang Chi's sea of ​​consciousness emitted a faint light, and a strand of divine consciousness transformed into thin threads, which silently drilled out from between Wang Chi's eyebrows and gently attached to the thin thread connecting the puppet.

The monk with the mustache vaguely felt a strange feeling of being connected with the puppet's soul, but he did not take it to heart. Instead, he thought it was due to the fact that his martial arts was about to break through.

Hot lasers shot out from the puppet's eyes and continuously hit Wang Chi.

On the other side, the other puppet was still fighting fiercely with Zixia Bell, but was gradually losing the upper hand.

The monk shouted at the mustache man, "Hurry up and kill him. This purple bell is too strange. I can't hold on any longer."

While the monk with the mustache was distracted, Wang Chi raised the corner of his mouth slightly. There was a hint of cunning and confidence in that smile. In a flash, he appeared in front of the monk with the mustache like a ghost.

The puppet's giant fist followed behind, with a whistling sound, as if it could smash everything to pieces.

The man with the mustache was amused, his face full of disdain and ridicule: "Are you going to jump away from me later so that the puppet can't hold back its strength and attack me?"

"How naive!"

"Do you think you can use this method to make the puppet controlled by my soul attack me?"

As expected, Wang Chi flashed past the mustache-wearing monk, and the giant fist of the puppet behind him was approaching with the force of thunder.

The monk with the mustache moved his mind and tried to order the puppet to stop, feeling secretly proud in his heart.

The monk with a mustache turned to look at Wang Chi, with a mocking look on his face: "That's it?"

Just then, the man with the mustache touched his nose, and his hand was smeared with bright red.

boom!

The puppet's giant fist hit the mustache monk on the head. In an instant, he became a headless corpse with blood splattering everywhere.

After the death of its master, the puppet also fell down with a loud bang.

Wang Chi turned and looked at the other cultivator.

The fair-skinned monk was horrified at this moment, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Why would the puppet attack Brother?"

His eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

It was the person in front of me who did this!

"Fellow Taoist, wait!"

The fair-skinned monk put away the puppet and shouted towards Wang Chi, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

Wang Chi would not stop. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He took out the Green Bamboo Sword, with a cold glow on the sword body, and rushed towards the fair-skinned monk.

Are you afraid now?

late!

The fair-skinned monk gritted his teeth, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he released the puppet to try to block Wang Chi, while he himself turned into a residual shadow and continued to move away.

The dark moon light flashed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and it eroded and cut off the connection between the white-faced monk and the puppet.

The puppet fell to the ground instantly.

Wang Chi put away the two puppets and the mustache monk’s storage bag.

The green light of the Cloud-Stepping Boots flashed, and Wang Chi turned into a phantom and rushed towards the fair-skinned monk at an astonishing speed.

The fair-skinned monk was sweating profusely at this moment, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He muttered to himself, "What method did this kid use to cut off the connection between me and the puppet? I have practiced the way of puppets for many years, but now I have been ruined by an outsider."

The fair-skinned monk's pupils dilated instantly. He looked down at his chest and saw a green sword had pierced through his chest.

Wang Chi drew out the green bamboo sword, blood spurted out, and the fair-skinned monk fell down.

He turned over with difficulty and pointed at Wang Chi: "You...you..."