Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Feng Qingyue and Zizhu Yingchen looked at each other before they could think of a solution.

suddenly--

A slight crisp sound came from the cargo box.

Feng Qingyue's heart tightened and she turned around suddenly.

The blood-red crystal on the heart of the bronze puppet suddenly lit up, like a devil opening his eyes, scarlet and dazzling!

“Uncle, back off!”

She grabbed Zizhu Yingchen's sleeve.

The two men retreated violently and jumped a hundred meters away in an instant.

Almost at the same moment——

The cargo box exploded, and more than ten bronze puppets slowly stood up, their joints making teeth-grinding creaking sounds.

It was as if an evil spirit that had been sleeping for thousands of years had awakened.

They have no eyes, only empty faces.

But the blood crystal on the heart seemed to be able to "see", slowly rotating and finally locking onto the corpse on the ground.

A roar that was not like a human voice came out of the puppet's throat.

The next second, they pounced on the dead guards!

The sound of flesh being torn was particularly clear in the silent night.

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Feng Qingyue's pupils suddenly shrank.

I watched helplessly as those puppets tore the corpse into pieces, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody!

“What the hell is this?”

Feng Qingyue's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of anger.

Zizhu Yingchen said in a low voice with a solemn expression.

"Bei Xiu's blood puppet technique is more brutal than ordinary corpse puppets. They are attracted by the flesh and blood of living people. Once activated, they will fight until the death."

Feng Qingyue gritted her teeth: "How should we deal with it? We can't just fight head-on, right? If they appear in large numbers, they will wear people out!"

Zizhu Yingchen was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at her, and said in a subtle tone: "Wait for Jun Linyuan to come."

Feng Qingyue was stunned: "What do you mean? What does this have to do with Jun Linyuan?"

Zizhu Yingchen's expression was complicated, and he said slowly, "He knows how to crack it."

Feng Qingyue was even more confused: "Why? How did he know Bei Xiu's secret technique?"

Zizhu Yingchen did not answer directly, but looked into the distance with a deep gaze and whispered.

"Because that person personally destroyed Bei Xiu's blood puppet formation."

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Just when Feng Qingyue was confused about Zizhu Yingchen's words.

The night wind suddenly rose, and a dark figure came walking on the wind, his robe fluttering, and Jun Linyuan had landed steadily beside her.

"Qingyue, are you okay?" He said in a low voice, his eyes quickly scanning her body, and only after confirming that she was fine did he relax his brows slightly.

Feng Qingyue shook her head.

Pointing at the blood puppets still biting the corpses, he said in a serious tone: "It's okay, but the situation is a bit tricky now."

Jun Linyuan followed her gaze, his eyes suddenly cold: "How could there be a blood puppet from Bei Xiu in Lan Country?"

Zizhu Yingchen said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to pursue it, let's deal with them first."

Jun Linyuan glanced at him sideways, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes - why was Zizhu Yingchen so sure that he could deal with these?

Zizhu Yingchen seemed to see through his doubts and said calmly, "I'll explain it later. Let's get down to business first."

Feng Qingyue was confused and glanced back and forth between the two of them: "What on earth are you talking about?"

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Jun Linyuan did not answer, but just clenched the sword in his hand.

With a flash of his body, he leaped above the blood puppet.

He stood in the air, with the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, muttering obscure incantations in a low voice.

In an instant, the sword shone with golden light, like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds.

The dazzling light turned into countless fine rays of light, covering all the blood puppets below!

The blood puppet let out a shrill roar and struggled frantically as if it was being burned.

But the golden light bound them like shackles, making them unable to move.

Jun Linyuan's eyes turned fierce and the spell suddenly changed.

Golden light surged into the blood-colored crystal in the blood puppet's heart like a tide.

“Return to your position!”

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With a cold shout, all the blood puppets' movements suddenly stopped.

Then, as if being pulled by invisible threads, they walked stiffly back to the cargo box one after another.

Lying down slowly, the scarlet crystal gradually dimmed and finally returned to a dead bronze color.

Feng Qingyue was shocked by what she saw, and before she could even breathe a sigh of relief.

But Jun Linyuan's figure shook, he knelt on one knee, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

"Yuan!" Her heart trembled, and she rushed to his side almost instantly, supporting his shaky body, "How are you?"

Jun Linyuan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips and shook his head, saying, "It's fine, it's just that my spiritual energy has been over-consumed."

Jun Linyuan slowly stood up, and Feng Qingyue quickly supported his arm.

His palms were cold but still strong, but his face was frighteningly pale.

"What should we do with these puppets? We can't leave them here." Feng Qingyue frowned as she looked at the bronze puppets that had fallen silent again.

Zizhu Yingchen stepped forward, lightly touching the blood-red crystal on the puppet's heart with his fingertips, and said thoughtfully, "Take it back to Beiming Mountain."

Jun Linyuan looked up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Beiming Mountain?"

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"There's an underground secret room where they can be temporarily detained."

Zizhu Yingchen's tone was calm, yet filled with unquestionable certainty.

"These blood puppets cannot be destroyed for the time being, otherwise it will alert the people from Bei Xiu."

Jun Linyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly called out in a low voice: "Qian San."

A dark figure appeared silently behind him and knelt on one knee: "Young Master."

"Transport these puppets to Beiming Mountain." Jun Linyuan's voice was slightly hoarse. "Someone will pick them up."

Qian San raised his head, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes: "Sir, Beiming Mountain is..."

"Do as I say." Jun Linyuan interrupted coldly.

Qian San immediately lowered his head: "Yes."

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Feng Qingyue looked at Jun Linyuan, then at Zizhu Yingchen.

She always felt that there was some tacit understanding between the two that she was unaware of.

But now was not the time to ask further questions. She gently held Jun Linyuan's arm and said, "Let's go back first. You are seriously injured."

Jun Linyuan responded softly.

But he did not move immediately, instead he stared at Zizhu Yingchen and said slowly: "Senior seems to be very familiar with the blood puppet?"

Zizhu Yingchen's expression remained unchanged, and he simply said, "I've only met him when I was younger."

Jun Linyuan's eyes were deep, but he said no more and let Feng Qingyue support him as he walked back.

The night wind blew, and the branches and leaves in the forest rustled, as if whispering some unknown secret.