Chapter 20: Death God Puppet!

  Zhan Qi was a mid-tier saint, not yet at the level of being completely helpless against Gao Jianyi, but because the aura in this place was suffocating and painful for him, and Gao Jianyi had taken advantage of his unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack, sealing off his vital points, that's why he was subdued.

  "Mind your own business!" Zhan Qi's face turned bright red, his strained words causing Qin Sheng's fingers on the back of his neck to tighten by a few degrees.

  The father clenched his fists tightly, but was powerless to do anything.

  Ling Wushuang turned her head to look, and her eyes suddenly became cold and stern. But in the brief moment she hesitated, the Medicine Saint beside her had already quickly pounced over her, his legs thumping on the ground as he crouched down and sprang up swiftly. His withered palm stretched out like a claw, reaching towards the icy-colored staff hovering in mid-air.

  Ling Wushuang didn't even move, staring blankly at Yao Sheng's hand as the icy-colored staff drew closer and closer. Yet, on those cherry-red lips, a faint, eerie smile seemed to flicker open, almost imperceptible in the dark of night.

  "bump"

  A faintly dull sound arose, the Medicine Saint grasped the icy-colored staff in front of him with one hand, a cool sensation, like an electric current, flowed from his hand to the bottom of his heart, instantly feeling much lighter all over, the death energy around him completely disappeared without a trace, a refreshing feeling, piercing through the heart.

  "It's absolutely a treasure!" The Medicine Saint's eyes overflowed with excitement, such a precious object had actually fallen into his hands. Without thinking twice, the Medicine Saint grasped it excitedly and lifted it up with force, but his face suddenly changed in an instant, "How could this be?"

  He didn't believe in evil and used more force to lift it again, but he still couldn't move this thing. What material is it made of? It's so heavy!

  "Senior brother!?" Qian Sheng saw that Yao Sheng's face seemed to be in a difficult situation, and his hand was stuck in mid-air on the icy-colored staff, no longer making any movements.

  "I don't believe it!" The Medicine Saint went crazy, his eyes turned bloodshot. Whatever he got his hands on, how could it be impossible to obtain? Without thinking much, he suddenly raised all the dark energy in his body. The death energy that followed made him even more suffocated, and his teeth almost bled with fresh blood. "Get up for me!"

  A loud shout, the Medicine Saint exerted his full strength, one foot stomped on the dark pattern behind him, borrowing force to rise, and actually shook the thing in his hand, the icy-colored scepter was grasped in his hand.

  Bang!

  After a dull thud, the Medicine Saint held the icy-colored staff and was completely unable to control it. It suddenly fell from mid-air and crashed into the dark ground, sinking several inches deep with a loud clang. The heavy force made even the Medicine Saint lose control.

  "Shixiong" Qinseng furrowed his brow worriedly, "What's going on?"

  What is this thing, it's so heavy. If you say it's a weapon, looking at Shifu's expression, it seems like he can barely hold onto it, let alone use it.

  "Hahaha, this is absolutely a treasure among treasures! I didn't expect it to actually fall into my hands!" The Medicine Saint couldn't think of anything else at the moment, the wild joy of successfully obtaining the treasure filled his heart, and his old face was twisted into a smile.

  Although he still didn't know what it was, his intuition told him that this treasure was even more precious than the ancestral treasure of their holy temple.

  Ling Wushuang's beautiful face was slightly furrowed, but she didn't notice the Medicine Saint's maniacal laughter at all, or rather, she didn't care about his plans. Her divine sense covered this strange land, as if she had always been paying attention to every move around her, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

  "Hmmph!"

  "Haha——ah——" The Medicine Saint's manic laughter suddenly choked, after a sword pierced the flesh with a "pu" sound, his throat was like a chicken feather stuck in it, and he let out a series of awkward "keke" cries, his old face twisted into a grotesque grimace.

  A jet-black curved knife protruded from the position of Yao Sheng's heart on his back, followed by a swift sliding motion that instantly ripped open his abdomen, revealing only the sharp tip of the curved knife in front of Yao Sheng's chest.

  "Senior brother!" A look of shock appeared in Qin Sheng's eyes, a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

  War Qi's fingers, which had been holding onto the Qian Kun Gate, also unconsciously relaxed. Taking advantage of this momentary lapse in attention from Qian Kun, War Qi suddenly mustered all his internal energy and broke free from his restraints. Seeing this, Zhan Yi and Zhang Wu couldn't think twice and simultaneously launched an attack on Qian Kun.

  "Senior brother!" Qinsaint didn't have time to entangle with them either, and quickly shook off the few people before rushing towards Yaosaint.

  The Medicine Saint's eyes widened in shock, and he slowly lowered his head to gaze at the slightly curved blade protruding from his chest. As a chill ran down his spine, he couldn't believe what was happening. The dark energy within him began to dissipate from the wound, disappearing rapidly like water pouring out of a funnel.

  "Pffft pffft"

  Before several people's eyes, Yao Sheng's complexion quickly withered and his skin sank in, turning into a dry corpse in the blink of an eye.

  "Shinigami, Puppeteer"... The words slipped out of Yakusai's throat with great difficulty, his pupils scattering instantly, his body losing all strength, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, breathless.

  "Shixiong" Qinseng stiffened on the spot, and at the moment when Yaosheng knelt down, the unknown object that attacked him from behind finally revealed its shape.

  A humanoid object, or in other words, it's a person!

  A towering figure, with dark and dull skin like a corpse, exuding an ashen color. At this moment, he stared straight ahead with no expression on his face, directly into the eyes of the Piano Saint. In his hand, he grasped a jet-black large knife, which was suddenly pulled out from the body of the Medicine Saint.

  "Isn't this a stone statue!?"

  Zhan Xiu and the others were shocked, the stone statue actually attacked people, and even more so, in the blink of an eye, without Medicine Saint noticing, it was solved with just one knife. Is this a person or what? To what extent is he terrifying?

  Zhan Xiu quickly looked around, and the thousands of stone statues surrounding the edge of the huge deep pit suddenly cracked open, as if they all had signs of awakening.

  "It's a Death God Puppet!" Qinseng growled out a few words, instantly turning pale, "At least it's a Divine-ranked puppet!"

  It's actually a Death Puppet, legend has it that some people who died in the Heavenly Tomb were shackled by the intense death energy here and turned into mindless puppets. This kind of puppet must be at least a strong person who can resist the corrosion of death energy on their body.

  Even if it's a peak saint, dying here in less than a few hours will turn into a pile of white bones. In other words, the death god puppets here are at least at the divine level! Or, there are some strong ones at the king level, and even...

  Thinking of this, Qin Sheng's face turned pale, almost without any pause, he pulled his legs and ran away. Now in his eyes, nothing was more important than treasure.

  When entering the chaotic space-time, Ling Wusuo gave each of them an energy stone filled with life force to prevent any accidents, even if they were a little far away from her, they could still resist the dead air around them.

  At this moment, the Qinseng who turned and left, took a deep breath, his face suddenly turned black, his back was like carrying a thousand jin heavy burden, every step he took, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his pace slowed down, his face became increasingly dry, almost able to hear the sound of flesh and blood disintegrating, in the blink of an eye, his flesh sank and withered, as if only a layer of skin was left, becoming a desiccated corpse!

  Even with the divine protection of Medicine Saint, both of them found it hard to take a step forward here. What's more, Medicine Saint was already gone, and at this moment, Music Saint had also left War Repair and others' side, without any protection, he actually just walked out a few steps before being invaded by the terrifying aura around him and perished!

  "Unmatched, leave quickly, the things here are about to awaken!" War Repairs suddenly inhaled a breath of cool air, his face also turned somewhat pale, and he loudly shouted at Ling Unmatched. The stone statues around them crackled and popped, sounding like bones colliding, growing clearer and clearer.

  At this time, Ling Wu Shuang stood face to face with the puppet that had attacked Yao Sheng. Its eyes, like black pearls, stared motionlessly at Ling Wu Shuang. However, there was no movement afterwards, as if it were a stone statue. The ice-colored staff that had slipped out of Yao Sheng's hand suddenly flashed with an icy blue light and slowly rose up, hovering in its original position.

  The corpse of the Divine Doctor fell to the ground, turned over, and tumbled down into a massive deep pit. As soon as it fell, it was touched by an unknown aura that kept gushing out from the depths of the pit, and instantly turned into white bones, scattering down into the endless abyss.

  Ling Wu Xiang glanced at the remains of Yao Sheng, his back also felt a bit chilly. He raised his eyes and stared at the Death God Puppet that had already locked onto him from a distance. Without turning around, he slowly replied to Zhan Xiū and others: "It's too late."

  As soon as she entered here, she discovered that these stone statues were extraordinary. With her exceptional spiritual power, she naturally sensed that they were not ordinary stone statues, and even had divine consciousness. If she wasn't mistaken, the things following them from outside might be these very objects.

  So, she had been paying attention to her surroundings all along, and from the beginning, she hadn't planned on moving that thing. She made a show of being eager to go forward, just to lure Yao Sheng into making a move, but unexpectedly, there really was a problem, and this basket seemed to have stirred up something big...

  If Medicine Master knew that he had gone to great lengths to compete, but Ling Wusuo used him as a scapegoat, I'm afraid even if he became a pile of white bones, he would still come back to life.

  "Bad" War Repairs looked around at the stone statues, and they all turned their heads in unison, staring expressionlessly at Ling Wushuang not far away, his scalp instantly going numb.

  "Death God Puppeteer" Ling Wu Shuang gritted his teeth, and his slender hands involuntarily clenched into fists. He secretly raised his eyes to glance at the icy-colored scepter in mid-air. What should he do now?

  Damn it, this time it seems like things have gotten out of hand.

  "Desperate!" Ling Wu Shuang gritted her teeth and kicked off the ground, her fiery wings spreading out behind her as she shot towards the icy scepter hovering in mid-air. Almost the moment her hand touched it, all the stone statues fixed their gaze on Ling Wu Shuang.

  "Huh……" Just as Ling Wu Xuan was about to exert her full strength, the ice-colored staff in her hand didn't feel as heavy as she had imagined. It seemed like it was made of ordinary cold ice, with a suitable weight that felt just right. The icy chill emanating from it sent a familiar sensation to her heart, and suddenly, a surge of power burst forth from within her!

  "Musou, be careful!" The startled voice of Senri echoed from behind.

  Tear ——

  Ling Wu's eyes were slightly distracted when a sudden, earth-shattering sound pierced the air. The eerie feeling sent shivers down her spine as she swiftly turned sideways with the ice staff in hand. A whirlwind of swords barely grazed the tip of her nose before crashing into the dense black stone wall behind her, causing it to shatter and leaving a grotesque gash.

  Several Death God puppets, holding various weapons, stood expressionlessly behind Ling Wu Xuan, suspended in mid-air as if they were standing on the ground, grasping spatial power. Apparently, these people were at least genuine god-level before their deaths!

  "Awesome!"

  Ling Wushuang's fire wing lightly shook, and she couldn't help but mutter a low curse. If her reaction had been any slower, she would have probably been split in two on the spot!

  "Whoosh——"

  More and more Death God puppets appeared in mid-air, blocking Ling Wusuo's path.

  "Fall back quickly!" Ling Wu Xiang shouted loudly at Zhan Xi and others while dodging.

  "This, this is..." Just as Zhan Qi and the others were about to retreat, they saw something that made their bodies stiffen and their breathing difficult. Ling Wu Shuang's eyes widened as he stared into the distance, almost falling over in shock.

  In the depths of a dark and bottomless pit, on the stone wall, a white line faintly appeared. With rapt attention, it was discovered to be densely packed white bones, slowly crawling up along the precipice of the massive crater, with increasing speed, forming a vast expanse of whiteness, the collision of skeletons producing a crisp and crackling sound, causing this entire world to suddenly become gloomy.

  Ling Wushuang smiled bitterly with no strength left, "It's all over now"

  What's going on here, and at this moment, the group of Death God puppets in front of her also moved, their sharp knives chopping towards her mechanically and brutally, without any skill.

  Ling Wushuang's pupils suddenly contracted, her agile body dodging left and right, Ling Yue's fierce attack, several times, all brushed past her vital point, at this moment, the spot between her eyebrows moved slightly, a dark purple light flashed, but just as she avoided this attack, it disappeared again, even Ling Wushuang herself didn't notice.

  In these puppet hands, Ling Wushuang had no counterattack power at all and could only rely on her agile body to dodge.

  Zhan Xiu was shocked and terrified, but the air around him seemed to have frozen, making it impossible for him to move even an inch. Even breathing became difficult as the dead energy wildly pressed against him, trying to penetrate his body.

  Zhang Yi was shocked at the same time, and what made him even more puzzled was that Ling Wushuang could actually move around freely in this place.

  At this time, the energy stone in their hands, full of life force, was slowly dimming its light, and the silver-white light around them also disappeared. The faces of Zhan Qi and others turned somewhat dark, while the dense white bones in the giant pit were getting closer and closer to them.

  "Damn thing!" Ling Wu Xuan dodged and weaved at the same time, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Dead object!"

  Yes, how could she have forgotten? These things should be like the Skullcrusher, driven by the death energy here, they are dead objects after all. So what do they fear most?

  Ling Wushuang suddenly raised her entire body's Xuanli energy, the thousand-mile-long vines rooted in her body rapidly circulated, and a majestic life force burst out from her small body. At the same time, she let out a clear cry: "Endless, power of life!"