Lan Yutang's body seemed to have been stabbed to pieces by the endless beam spear, and the loss was complete, and his head drooped there rudely, like an eggplant blown by eye frost.

When he heard the voice of the man who claimed to be a god, he looked diagonally around his lowered hair, and then, with a sneer in his nose, said:

Hmph, what are you, doing the right thing for heaven, or do you want to seek justice for others? Yes, my immortal jade flute has indeed hurt many people, but I can ask myself that I have never killed a good person.

If it is a sin to hurt others in order to protect yourself from harm, if it is a blasphemy against the gods in order to question your doubts to you who claim to be a god, it is also a blasphemy against the gods.

Then, I can only prove with my fist whether you are really the one who can rule everything here, whether you are really the god who controls all the life here.

Whether it's a puppet that symbolizes rebirth, a vine that symbolizes rebirth, a spear that symbolizes the beam of life, or all creatures in this paradise, watch the roar of the immortal phoenix.

With that, he stretched out his arms and shook his body violently, and then the vines of the wild grapes that were wrapped around him began to loosen and loosen slowly, as if the fruit had burst through the skin.

Lan Yutang gathered the only remaining true power in his body, and if he wanted to make this last struggle, whether the other party was a god in the sky or a demon lord in the underworld.

In the roar of the phoenix's rebirth, the vines of those wild grapes that had been extending in different directions finally began to loosen, as if they were suppressed by the roar of the phoenix.

Then, the beam spears thrown by the puppet warriors were also redirected by the phoenix's wings, and they all turned their spearheads and stabbed towards the firewing bats flying overhead.

Wherever the spear of the beam passed, the firewing bats fell in response, landing on the bodies of the puppet warriors of the dirt incarnated by the waves on the riverbank, turning into a sea of fire.

As the fire burned, the peaceful and harmonious meadow turned into a sea of flames, and the other animals fled, except for the puppet warriors who still threw countless beam spears.

The throwing beam spears were still plucked by the phoenix's bulging wings, and they turned their heads towards the firewing bats that were puffing up in the air.

The more beam spears were thrown, the faster the Firewing Bat was shot down, and the more Firewings landed on the grass burned, like an instant burst of magma.

In the raging fire, Lan Yutang's whole person also seemed to suddenly burn, and a powerful back suddenly appeared in the light behind him, a phoenix with wings spread, a phoenix bathed in fire.

The phoenix spread its wings, and the immortal jade flute held by Lan Yutang suddenly made a move, only to hear a crisp sound of "clang", and pulled out a long sword from the body of the flute.

The sword light moved, like a meteor piercing the night sky in the cold night, it was the fangs of the phoenix dancing when it roared, and it was the sword of the phoenix that was transformed when the fangs roared.

Passing by the meteor, the vines that originally wrapped around Lan Yutang's head and the wild grapes on his limbs cracked one after another, and they returned to their original quiet appearance again.

The vines of wild grapes were broken, Lan Yutang's body regained its freedom, and the flame whirlwind generated by the burning flame gently blew Lan Yutang's clothes up, like a peacock opening the screen, like a blooming flower, in the flames, in this sun-drenched paradise of bliss pure land.

After Lan Yutang landed, the sword of the phoenix was put into the sheath and returned to the appearance of a jade flute again.

Then, he suddenly held the jade flute across his chest, and waited for the puppet warriors who had changed into flames on the river bank to fight and besiege at close range.

When the puppet warrior saw Lan Yutang fall to the ground, it was like a vengeful soul, like a roar of hatred, and sure enough, he waved the beam spear in his hand and rushed over.

However, since these puppet warriors made of clay have been baptized by flames, although they host the lives of those souls in the river of soul nourishment, they move extremely slowly, mechanically, and stiffly, like puppets that have been pulled by people to move with silk threads.

Where are these puppets Lan Yutang's opponents, Lan Yutang waved his clothes, like a phoenix spreading its wings, and knocked those swarming puppet warriors to the ground and turned into mud.

The body shattered, the soul lost its sustenance again, forming a thick miasma in the air, and then, falling into the river of soul nourishment again, began to struggle permanently.

But what made Lan Yutang feel strange was that although the number of puppet warriors was gradually decreasing under his phoenix wings, every time he eliminated a puppet, the strength and body of the remaining puppets would increase in proportion.

It turned out that after the bodies of those eliminated puppet warriors were shattered, the power of the souls placed on them was transferred to the bodies of the remaining puppet warriors.

The more souls a puppet warrior has in his body, the larger his body becomes, and the more amazing his power becomes, like a balloon that has been blown up.

The more qi that rushes, the bigger the skin sac, and the body is the skin, and the soul that enters is the gas that constantly rushes into it.

Seeing this, Lan Yutang's heart suddenly cooled.

Although he was lucky enough to escape the shackles of wild grape vines, these puppet warriors were really powerful.

Even if these vulnerable puppet warriors are eliminated, what to do with the last one, it will definitely be the most difficult one to deal with.

What's more, now, he has no strength.

Just now, after the penetration of those arrows of light, the invasion of firewing bats, and the unprovoked absorption of the strange power hidden in the river of soul cultivation, his true power has been consumed a lot.

Now, he was supported by the last of his strength, and if it weren't for the thought of revealing the true face of the self-proclaimed master here, he would have fallen long ago.

Although Lan Yutang is known as the immortal phoenix and has wandered outside the gate of Huangquan many times, he has never believed in the arguments of ghosts and gods.

Although there was a quiet and comfortable place like a pure land of bliss, he clearly felt the danger hidden beneath the quiet surface.

Every grass and tree here, the birds and animals here, even the air flowing in the sky, and the sunlight overflowing overhead, there are infinite killing opportunities.

Everything here is so unusual, as if it is secretly manipulated by some inexplicable force behind it.

In other words, this paradise-like pure land in front of me does not exist at all, and all this is just an illusion created by someone.

If these are really illusions, then the person manipulating behind the back is definitely a powerful person, a person whose martial arts are above his Lan Yutang.

Because Lan Yutang is a master of creating illusions in the rivers and lakes to destroy the other party's mind and spirit, and the illusions created by this person can even trap Lan Yutang, so ......

Lan Yutang didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was afraid that if he continued to think like this, he might shatter the only remaining trace of business.

The puppet warrior's body shattered one after another under the swing of his immortal jade flute, and the soul that broke away from the body entered the body of the only remaining puppet warrior one after another.

Although the number of puppet warriors is getting smaller and smaller, the remaining puppet warriors who have been infused with new souls are getting stronger and stronger.

What's more, there are still firewing bats in the sky to carry out sudden attacks, surrounded by vines of wild grapes, and in front of them are attacks by increasingly powerful puppet warriors.

Now, not to mention attacking, even using himself to save Lan Yutang feels more and more powerless.

The hand he was wielding the immortal jade flute also began to tremble, and his body was so shaky that he could barely stand.