Forty thousand taels of blood spirit stones were credited to the account, and Wen Chuxiao didn't say anything more. He pinched his hands together, and a body of mana poured out like a tide, and his whole body was immediately surrounded by a cloud of sharp white light.

The index finger and middle finger of his right hand were put together a little in the air, and a huge black hole burst out of the air, like a deep well hanging upside down in the sky, the mouth of the well was ten zhang wide.

Everyone looked up, and there was a strange creaking sound from the mouth of the well, followed by a huge dragon head. A pair of giant eyes the size of a bathtub looked like a pair of huge bronze mirrors, reflecting the spiritual light emitted by the mana surging around Wen Chuxiao's body.

The dragon's head was covered with dragon whiskers and its mouth was covered with sharp steel teeth, and it poked cautiously out of the huge hole in the void. Its body was only slightly smaller than the massive opening, covered in dark iron scales. After probing, a pair of terrifying claws like golden hooks climbed out of the hole.

This thing crawled out of the big hole vividly, and it looked like a real dragon hundreds of feet long. But if you look closely, you can still see that every part of its body is made of various metal materials.

Such a huge dragon, if it is replaced by an ordinary Purple Mansion monk, it is not easy to summon it with the Void Escape Technique, let alone control it freely. After all, Wen Chuxiao has the ability of Jindan, and it is more than enough to urge this thing, depending on how long he can hold on to the rocks piercing the air.

This puppet is called "Qinggang Iron Dragon", and it is based on the Qinglong, one of the four divine beasts. But don't look at this thing so huge, in fact, only the scales on the surface of the body are the real dark iron, and the inside is just an empty machine.

Decades ago, Wen Chuxiao's skills were successful, and when he was newly promoted to the Purple Mansion, he was very happy to create this Qinggang Iron Dragon, but at that time, he couldn't drive it at all with his mana, so he could only put it aside and eat ashes. When he was promoted to Jindan, he felt that this kind of big and unreal monster was really ridiculous, and he never used it again.

This time, if you want to attract enough rocks in "Rock Piercing", you just need a big guy. Moreover, he received 40,000 taels of blood spirit stones from others, so he couldn't be too stingy. He didn't feel sorry for the loss of this dragon, and he was able to show his hand.

His mind moved, and a strong mana connected his divine consciousness with the Qinggang Iron Dragon. The dragon immediately showed a cautious expression like a living person, and its claws first penetrated into the rocks, and even deliberately picked up two pieces of polyloam rock, and only then did it flutter like a nimble eel.

This is the design of the Rock Piercing Formation, only when you go halfway into it, you can't get out in front of you, and you can't retreat back, you will launch a fierce attack.

Seeing such an imposing puppet, even the obviously scheming Dream Raccoon was frightened and nodded slightly.

His hands were sealed, and a cold and strange mana appeared on his body, like thousands of tiny flying insects, forming a dark and smelly thick cloud that flew out. Everyone present felt their hearts tingle and uncomfortable, as if there were countless bugs crawling around their bodies.

The Dream Raccoon clan does not control Gu worms, nor does they control the aura of heaven and earth, they only control monks. Their mana is only effective against the monk's spirit. The strange feeling of this insect crawling all over the body is just an illusion caused by the impact of mana on everyone's consciousness.

The black cloud emerged and swept to the ground like a strange creature. Where it passed, a pair of turquoise dead and alive jade coffins appeared. As soon as the jade coffin opened on its own, a strong burst of vitality poured out.

A stunning woman with long hair and waist-length face, a face like ice and snow, a slender body, and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows sat up.

She just woke up from sleep, and she didn't have time to change into gorgeous clothes, only wearing a light lilac silk short coat that she wore when she slept, wrapping her delicate figure tightly, waist-length hair scattered behind her head, and a pair of snow-white bare feet stepped out of the jade coffin first.

She looked around coldly, as if she was annoyed that these people had disturbed her dreams, and there was a look of pride and resentment in her eyes, which made everyone's hearts chill.

Fortunately, she didn't make a move immediately, but just flicked her sleeves and put away her jade coffin. The light flashed in his hand, and there was a simple beige bamboo bone oil paper umbrella.

"This is the evening resignation of the Guanghan Goddess!" someone present exclaimed.

The Guanghan goddess of the Yin Yang Sect Nan Wan Ci, the master of Jindan Shuanghua, became famous all over the world with a cold escape technique, and once served as an elder of the cold vein in the Yin Yang Sect, with an arrogant and fiery personality, extremely difficult to get along, even the head of the family can often only follow her temperament.

After disappearing in a great battle in the demon world a hundred years ago, this woman has never been seen again. It is rumored that she has long since died, but I didn't expect to appear here again in this way!

Hei Baizi's face was extremely ugly. Nan Wanci is a generation older than him. The character is arrogant but superb, the face is beautiful, and there are countless admirers in yin and yang. Although he was not a teacher, he also admired this aunt very much, but he didn't expect her to be poisoned by a dream raccoon.

Nan Wanci's appearance is cold, but his body is full of life. It is obvious that she is not a zombie or a puppet, she is still alive, and she is alive and well, higher than a hundred years ago, and even faintly promoted to Jindan Sanhua.

But now that she has come out of the jade coffin of the dream raccoon, she is no longer the Nanwan resignation of the year, but the dream slave of the dream raccoon!

The dream slave lives forever in the dream world constructed by the dream raccoon dog, and is only summoned by the dream raccoon dog when needed. After being summoned, they will instead treat this present world as a dream.

"Dream raccoon, you deceive people too much!" the black and white son scolded through gritted teeth.

Mengxi smiled coldly and asked rhetorically: "Back then, Nan Wanqi fought in the Divine Blood Pool, killing two people from our clan, five people from Zifu, and many more people from our clan were killed and injured, I don't know who deceived whom?"

A hundred years ago, the Yin Yang Sect received the imperial order of the Houtu Imperial Dynasty, and many masters sneaked into the demon world and went to the territory of the dream raccoon dog to steal an extremely important thing, which was not a glorious thing in itself.

In fact, such a dangerous task should not have been participated in by a female streamer like the goddess of Guanghan. But at that time, the Yin Yang Sect was the only jade bamboo umbrella in her hand that could isolate the attack of the divine soul, and it was the magic weapon that could best restrain the dream raccoon.

The dream raccoon clan also fell from the sky and suffered huge losses. Jin Dan alone was killed by Nan Wanci twice, and he was almost collapsed, and it took a hundred years to recover his strength.

If this matter is calculated between the Dream Raccoon Clan and the Yin-Yang Sect, the Yin-Yang Sect will still be at a loss. Therefore, after Nan Wanci disappeared, although the sect secretly searched for it, it did not publicize it publicly, and never even admitted the matter.

The Dream Raccoon Clan never fights in person, and all of their combat power comes from the Dream Slave who controls it. Nine times out of ten, these dream slaves are also from these great clans. The reason why he dared to take out Nan Wanci was naturally because of the weakness of the Yin and Yang Sect, and he would definitely not dare to reason with him.

Nan Wan looked at the vast and boundless stone piercing array, stretched out the umbrella in his hand, and was about to walk forward, but saw a person blocking in front of him, it was Hei Baizi, and a strong divine thought came over, and he was shouting at her: "Aunt Nan, wake up quickly!"

Hei Baizi had a thought in his heart to wake up this senior aunt from his dream. This is of course impossible. But he still had to try!

Dream slave is doing things while waking up, which is no different from sleepwalking. It's just that normal sleepwalkers wake up when they wake up, while Dream Slave is deeply controlled by the dream raccoon, and even if he wakes up, he just wakes up into another layer of dreams constructed by the dream raccoon. These dreams overlap like a labyrinth, and they will never come out.

Sure enough, Nan Wanci raised his eyes, and his eyes did not have any blurred color, but were extremely clear. Seeing the black and white son in front of her, her willow-like eyebrows curled, her eyes showed disgust, and she had a strong feeling of hatred for this nephew who was blocking her for no reason.

"Hmph, black and white, you are just a true disciple of the sword vein, don't think that with the attention of the master, you can run rampant!"

Although it has been a hundred years, Hei Baizi's appearance has not changed much, and she recognizes it at a glance. It's just that she originally had a proud personality, and this black and white son was just a true disciple under the sword vein back then. In her eyes, even if she is usually fine, this person is not qualified to stand up to her face-to-face conversation.

What's more, at this time, Nan Wanci only remembered in his dream that he was going to use the jade bamboo umbrella in his hand to cross this big array of rocks piercing the air, and he would hate anyone who got in the way.

Before she could finish speaking, she grabbed the handle of the umbrella and twitched, and with a pout, pulled out a long sword from the handle of the umbrella.

At the same time as the sword was unsheathed, an eerie chill instantly enveloped it, and everyone present had to shiver again. But what the black and white eyes saw was that the sword slashed lightly in the air, and an incomparably cold sharp qi swept over with a overwhelming momentum.

The heavens and the earth are extremely cold, and the sharpness is unparalleled! Hei Baizi has been using the sword for so many years, and at such a high level, he actually felt the danger of life and death in his heart.

He didn't hesitate to move, blocking the Yang Dragon Sword in front of him, only to hear a loud noise, the two swords intersected, he felt the cold air penetrate into his bones, and his blood veins were almost frozen!

The strong sword qi hit the Yang Dragon Sword, although it was not broken, the Yang Dragon Sword also trembled violently, and a vigorous push back, he involuntarily retreated more than ten steps.

At the same time as he stepped back, the jade bamboo umbrella in the hand of the Guanghan Divine Maiden had already spread out and flew up, spinning in the air, emitting a circle of thread-like spiritual energy, like a huge umbrella cover in the shape of a semicircle, covering everyone's divine consciousness fluctuations.