Every day the puppet is playing dead

"Kill him!"

There was a lot of dust, and someone screamed from inside.

The demon clan suspended in mid-air did not come down immediately, he stood in mid-air, frowning and watching for a while, then swooped down and slashed at the puppet figure in the middle.

But this time, the knife immediately went to nothing, and what the demons slashed with a knife turned out to be a scroll.

The puppet disappeared in place, and reappeared in another place after a while, and then he didn't fight back immediately, but turned around and ran towards the altar.

"Tsk, it's really annoying."

The demon clicked his tongue, and he stared impatiently at the back of the puppet shuttling through the dust and chaos.

If that puppet was just an ordinary puppet, he would have already dismantled the puppet into firewood, but the problem is that this puppet cannot be dismantled casually.

Who wouldn't want to get an Ancient Artifact?

What's more, that kind of rumor is not groundless.

Since the puppet can be resurrected from a dead person, it has proved that the power of the "artifact" exists.

Therefore, it is better to be able to capture the puppet alive.

Those demons were naturally not the only ones involved in this rebellion.

When there were demons to deal with the puppets, two more demons came out of the high-ranking priests.

They belonged to the old nobles, pure-blooded demons, and their natural spiritual power was stronger than ordinary demons, so they were selected to use magic to attack the enchantment on the altar.

The two priests walked to the left and right, covered the entire altar with their spiritual power, and then frantically input their spiritual power, squeezing the entire barrier with their spiritual power.

Regardless of their colleagues inside, they planned to shatter the entire altar together with Yuan Wuxin, so that Yuan Wuxin would not have a chance to dodge.

The colleagues in the enchantment were stunned for a moment, feeling chilled.

Afterwards, they took off their masks, turned to help Yuan Wuxin, and began to support the barrier.

The entire altar instantly became a vortex of spiritual power, and several strands of different spiritual power distorted around the altar;

At this time, the three blood moons reached their highest point, and the central moon gradually became round. The blood-red moonlight sprinkled on the surface of the barrier, as if coated with a blood-red film.

When the moon in the center of the night sky became the roundest, Yuan Wuxin who was standing in the center suddenly grabbed his collar, he staggered, and the entire barrier shook.

"The moon is full."

The high-ranking priest who tried to break in was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic,

"He can't hold it anymore!!!"

The news shocked the rebels one by one. They cheered and ran towards the altar.

Seeing this scene, Chong Yu frowned, he quickly took out a teleportation scroll, and quickly threw it at the rebel priest next to the barrier——

He doesn't know how to cast spells now, everything is operated by his body's instincts, and he can support it until now, which is almost the limit.

To be honest, Chongyu doesn't quite understand why Yuan Wuxin trusts him and thinks he can protect Yuan Wuxin's safety.

He is obviously a rookie.

"boom"

The scroll was chopped off by a demon who suddenly appeared, and then the demon pierced Chong Yu's chest with a fierce face.

Chongyu showed a startled expression, and let the inertia move forward until his chest touched the hands of the demons.

Seeing that he succeeded with one blow, the demon laughed. He still held his own knife and spun it twice in Chong Yu's wound.

Hearing the "quack" sound from Chongyu's body, the Mozu squeezed Chongyu's face, somewhat disappointed:

"I thought you could make a 'puchi' sound of flesh and blood."

Chong Yu rolled his eyes, and he tried to struggle a bit, but found that he was inserted/very tightly, and basically he couldn't break free from the knife.

At this moment, he was very thankful that he didn't feel any pain at all.

Seeing Chongyu's lively expression, the Mozu pinched Chongyu's face, he moved closer curiously, and asked:

"Hey, I've wanted to ask you for a long time, are you dead or alive?"

Chong Yu: "..."

He couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the Demon Race.

Afterwards, Chong Yu directly picked up the sword in his hand, and stabbed at the opposite Demon Race in a posture that the human body could hardly do.

The Demon Race on the opposite side is not stupid either, he doesn't want to hang out with the puppet;

Seeing Chongyu's counterattack, Mozu sighed regretfully, then grabbed the handle of the knife, and jumped back suddenly——

The demons are bloodthirsty, and each demon's weapon is deliberately forged.

As for this devil's sword, tiny hooks were specially made on the body of the sword.

If Chongyu was an ordinary person, before the demons held the handle of the knife and turned it twice, the hook would catch the flesh and blood in the body and stir it up, maybe the body has become minced meat;

And this sudden drawing of the knife will directly take the flesh and blood out of the body, leaving a big hole in the chest.

Fortunately, Chongyu is a puppet.

The blade was pulled out suddenly, only a harsh tearing sound was heard, and a large piece of "flesh" from Chongyu's chest disappeared, leaving only a black hole in the center of his chest.

And the moment Chong Yu made a hole in his chest, his body movements became much more sluggish.

He looked down at the hole in his chest, and suddenly felt as if...a switch was turned on accidentally.

Not long after the hole appeared, Chong Yu was keenly aware of the abnormal restlessness coming from his chest.

Restless?

Chong Yu was at a loss, he was absolutely sure that his heart was never in his chest.

The bulging and bulging in the body, like the restlessness of a living creature, what exactly is it?

In the next second, the hole in Chongyu's chest gave everyone the answer directly.

A red butterfly tremblingly crawled out of the hole in Chongyu's chest. Under the watchful eyes of the rest of the demons, it slowly spread its wings and flew up.

Perhaps it was the first time to fly, the red butterfly staggered, but it still tried its best to fly towards the demon who had stabbed Chongyu before.

"WTF."

The demon looked at the slow-flying butterfly, he couldn't help laughing, and then chopped off the red butterfly.

There was no way for the butterfly to dodge, it was split in half directly, and the red juice stained the blade.

Chong Yu followed the two red wings of the butterfly until they landed on the ground.

He was a little sad and thought of himself.

So, wait a minute, will he be dismantled and discarded like garbage like this butterfly?

However, in the next second, Chongyu was stunned——

After the red butterfly died, the agitation in his body grew bigger and bigger. After reaching a limit, a large group of blue butterflies spewed out from the hole in his body.

These blue butterflies flew very fast and beautifully. Under the bloody moonlight, their flapping blue wings glowed purple, twinkling like a group of will-o'-the-wisps.

This group of "wild-wisp" blue butterflies came out, as if to "revenge" the red butterflies, they swarmed towards the demon holding the knife;

After each butterfly touches the skin of the demons, there is a "bang", using itself as the raw material, bursting out with blue flames, and within a short while, a butterfly forms a sea of ​​flames, instantly devouring the demons.

The demon was still trying to shake the butterfly down at first, and while screaming, he tried to wrap his body with spiritual power;

When those butterflies encountered spiritual power, it was like fire meeting fuel oil. The blue flames burned even more vigorously. In less than ten seconds, the demons in front of them stopped howling and turned into a pool of scorched bones.

After watching the whole process, Chong Yu silently touched the hole in her chest.

He felt that this should be his creator, that is, Yi Sheng's handwriting.

He really deserves to be a "doctor" who cannot be offended.

Chong Yu thought.

You must know that the demon with the knife was once a famous demon general, and no one thought that he would end up in such a tragic way.

This move shocked the rebels present. They looked up at the sky one by one, and saw the blue butterflies hanging over them. They all showed fear and did not dare to take an extra step, for fear that they would become the target of the blue butterflies.

And if they don't move, it means that no one will stop Chongyu anymore.

After there was no obstruction, Chong Yu quickly turned around, and he was going to attack the two rebel priests next to the altar.

At this time, in the center of the altar, the thick spiritual power gradually turned into a cocoon, wrapping the center of the altar tightly, and no one could see clearly what was inside.

The two rebellious priests had almost exhausted their spiritual power and failed to squeeze the barrier of Suiyuan Wuxin. They withdrew their hands and looked at the cocoons in the altar in surprise.

Before Chongyu stepped forward, the spiritual power cocoon formed in the center of the altar suddenly moved, and violent spiritual power burst out as if feeding back.

This kind of spiritual power is extremely domineering, and there is a terrifying breath of death in it, which instantly frightened everyone, and even Chong Yu stopped in his tracks.

As for the two rebel priests closest to him, one with lower spiritual power was the first to be unable to resist. He took a step back, and then glanced at his palm——

His body actually started to melt.

In a short while, the priest's flesh and blood melted from his hand, and instantly turned into a pool of blood on the spot.

The other priest trembled in fright. He turned around and tried to escape, but before he could take a few steps, his legs melted and he fell to the ground. Then, with a terrified expression, he also turned into a puddle of blood.

It seems that as long as you get close to that cocoon, it will become a puddle of blood.

Now, no one dared to approach the altar.

But the cocoon made of spiritual power didn't calm down, it swelled and swelled, beating in place like a heart.

At this moment, the altar square was unusually quiet, and everyone stopped fighting. They looked at the cocoon, wondering, but intoxicated by it——

Could this be the miracle of the blood moon night that happens once in a thousand years?

Compared with other people who were indecisive, Chongyu looked at the cocoon, and he walked slowly.

He held the sword tightly in his hand, without blinking his eyes.

There was a voice in his mind, asking Chongyu to come forward and break the cocoon.

Chong Yu didn't know where the voice in his head came from, but he knew that he needed to do it.

At the moment when he got close to the cocoon, Chongyu learned without a teacher, and the sword in his hand was imbued with a layer of spiritual power. Then he raised the knife and fell, and the sharp sword energy fell on the huge cocoon in the blink of an eye.

Two different spiritual powers merged and exploded in an instant, a dazzling light rushed up into the sky, shaking the entire demon clan, and at the same time, the surface of the entire spiritual power cocoon "clicked" several times to reveal golden lines.

Chong Yu took a few steps back.

After the golden lines appeared, Cocoon temporarily calmed down.

After a few seconds, a chilling majestic spiritual power erupted suddenly, the cocoon was completely shattered, and Yuan Wuxin's figure appeared.

He stood where he was, not injured at all, his blood-red pupils looked at all the demons under the altar, extremely cold;

At the same time, Yuan Wuxin had pure spiritual power around him, lingering around him, making people afraid to take a second look at him.

The two high-ranking priests who survived by chance were completely convinced. They knelt beside Yuan Wuxin, and they no longer worshiped the illusory demon ancestor, but directly worshiped Yuan Wuxin.

The entire altar square was silent.

Whether it was the rest of the Demon Race or the rebels, everyone was shocked;

Everyone bowed their heads respectfully and knelt down on one knee in front of Yuan Wuxin, expressing their loyalty.

Among the scene, the only one who did not kneel down was Chongyu.

He looked at Yuan Wuxin, who was unharmed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that Yuan Wuxin had won.

Now, no matter what Yuan Wuxin said or did, no one would jump out and object again.