The monk surnamed Heng also shook his head, and this female cultivator gave him a step down.

"It's nothing, I'm also acting so recklessly because of the heavy injury of the armor corpse, and I don't mean to be an enemy of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Can you release my armor first, I want to know what happened. The man surnamed Heng said with a slow expression.

Lin Yao didn't continue to say anything, took out the black moon bag in his arms, aimed his bare hand at the mouth of the bag, and a black gas flashed, revealing the iron-armored corpse with missing hands and feet.

The zombie saw the owner at his side, and his mouth made a "chirp" sound, looking very excited.

The man surnamed Heng was very distressed when he saw the tragic situation of the zombies, and suddenly pinched the trick with one hand, and rushed away with one finger at the zombie in front of him.

"Poof".

A pillar of black light transformed by pure mana immediately shot out from the tip of his finger, and after a flash, it was continuously injected into the zombie's body.

There was a black gas condensation at the empty arm of the zombie, and a brand new arm slowly appeared, and the weakened aura on the body also rose sharply, and the spirit suddenly improved a lot.

On the contrary, the aura on the man surnamed Heng slowly fell, and his face became a little gray.

When the zombie's hands and feet grew out, the man surnamed Heng suddenly took away the law, and the black spiritual power light pillar he got immediately collapsed and disappeared.

"Chirp..."

After the zombie recovered, he bared his teeth at Zhao Ziye, and he could vaguely see the faint aura of divine thoughts on his body.

Zhao Ziye's mood was already unhappy, and he was even more irritable when he saw that the zombies were still grinning at him, but it was not easy to be angry in front of so many knots.

After the monk surnamed Heng communicated with the zombies, the divine thoughts left in the barren mountain were in his body, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

"Senior, if you have anything to say, just ask, my wife and I know everything. Lin Yao looked at his somewhat flickering eyes and said softly.

"Well, where were you twenty days ago?" the man surnamed Heng asked unceremoniously.

"Twenty days ago we were in West Orchid City, and there were many people who testified for us. Zhao Ziye said coldly.

The man surnamed Heng felt a chill in his heart when he heard Xi Lancheng, and this matter really had nothing to do with the two of them.

"Brother Heng, can you tell me what is the reason for suspecting the two of them?" said the purple-robed monk in a rare interjection.

"Absolutely. I met Brother Deng in a barren mountain twenty days ago, and I investigated the murder of one of his juniors..."The Huangshan man told the story as it was.

"In this way, my iron-armored corpse devoured the remnants of the divine thoughts in that puppet, and I let it out to track its whereabouts..."

"Wait, senior, you just said that you devoured the remaining divine thoughts in the puppet?" Lin Yao suddenly grasped the key point and suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Zhao Ziye's face sank. Suddenly, his hand slapped on the storage bag, and two puppets appeared in his hand.

"Chirp.."

When the zombie saw one of the mantis puppets, it let out a low roar of excitement.

The monk surnamed Heng took a picture of the mantis puppet and just tentatively poured mana into it.

But at this time, the low roar in the mouth of the zombie was even stronger, but after only a moment, the low roar suddenly stopped, and the zombie's eyes became a little dazed.

The monk surnamed Heng was shocked, and hurriedly communicated with his divine thoughts, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Brother Heng, you—" A grim-faced monk asked with some surprise.

"The divine thought is gone...."The man surnamed Heng said with a cold face, his face was gloomy as if he could unscrew a handful of water out,

The fat man reached out and took another puppet over, and with a pair of wide fat hands, he dismantled the puppet into pieces with a dexterous swing.

The fat man saw the hidden kernel inside, and the fat man's expression became a little strange, and he said after a while: "There are weird..."

"Oh, what's weird, tell me about it?" At this moment, a loud voice came out from the hall, and a man in a mysterious robe appeared at the door of the hall.

"Meet the seniors!" a monk in the hall hurriedly stood up and saluted.

The man walked directly to the main seat in the hall, sat down, squinted slightly at the fat man and asked, "What did you just say is weird?"

"Senior, this puppet is a puppet produced by the Hundred Machine Pavilion. The fat man didn't dare to sell Guan Zi in front of the Yuanying monk, so he lowered his head and hurriedly said.

"Is it the Hundred Machines Pavilion in the city?" the man asked with some surprise.

"Exactly. The juniors also hunted a little bit for the puppets, the puppets of the Hundred Machines Pavilion...."The fat man pointed to the spar inside and shook out the secret of the Devil Sect.

"Hmph, the old ghost still likes to watch stealing chickens and touching dogs. The man said unceremoniously with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

The four knots on the field looked at each other, sneering and not daring to answer. As a Yuanying monk, the monk surnamed Qin can speak unscrupulously, they only have to build a foundation, but they don't dare to mock the Yuanying monk.

"Go and invite the people from the Hundred Machines Pavilion to me. The man surnamed Qin commanded coldly.

"Obey!" When the purple-robed monk heard this, he hugged his fists and quickly slipped away.

The fat man and the man with a grim face also left the hall after him, and the man surnamed Heng felt a little panicked in his heart, wiped the sweat on his head and wanted to quit.

"You stay. The man surnamed Qin said calmly.

Hengyang "chuckled" in his heart, it seems that this Yuan Ying Ancestor wants to settle accounts after the autumn. The purple-robed monk left the main hall without looking back, without the idea of interceding for him.

......

After a meal, the purple-robed monk came to the outside of the hall with the long-haired man.

Xiong Li was still muttering in his heart, what is this Yuanying monk looking for him to do?

But when he came to the main hall, he saw a monk dressed in yellow cedar standing by with an ugly face, and his face was very ugly, as if his father had died.

He first saw the Yuan Ying Ancestor, and with a slight glance, he saw a man and a woman who were slightly stunned, and then quickly returned to normal.

"Let's take a look, is this puppet from your Tianji Pavilion?" The monk surnamed Qin still had to go to the Council of Elders to discuss some important matters, so he didn't want to delay here, so he asked directly.

Xiong Li was stunned when he saw the puppet in front of him, even the lowest-ranking disciples in the sect wouldn't add these fancy things to the puppet, right?

He wanted to deny it, but he felt that the silhouette of the puppet was somewhat familiar, and he began to hesitate.

Thinking about it, yesterday he quietly followed a male and female monk next to him out of the city, although he gave up after following for a few miles, could it still be seen by the ancestor of the Yuanying?

That's too stingy!

He saw that this man and woman were extraordinary, and they were by no means helpless little monks in the shopkeeper's mouth, and he weighed whether to make up his mind in three or not.

"Say!" just as he was stunned, a broken cry sounded in his ears.

"Seniors spare their lives!" The long-haired man of Tianji Pavilion was shaken, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, without a trace of the demeanor of a high-ranking person.