Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five: Black Spirit Iron Puppet

  Obviously, this temple gate is not what you call a passageway. The real passageway is actually this teleportation array.

  Lei Wei's dark face also became somewhat unsightly. Mu Feng's action made him feel a bit embarrassed, although he didn't want to make a scene, but in his heart, he had already cursed Mu Feng thousands of times.

  Feng Qing glanced at Lei Wei and didn't say a word, only a cold smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

  Mu Han Yu and others were about to enter the transmission array when they were stopped by Mu Feng, who had returned. He said in a low voice, "We're not in a hurry, let them go first."

  This Xuanling Temple was left by that super strong man, if there were no precautions, Mufeng would not believe he could be killed. In order to avoid some unnecessary damage, he was also happy to let the Fengyun Sect and Lei Clan people go up first.

  Mu Han Yu and others nodded slightly, standing still on the spot without moving.

  "We're leaving." Lei Wei waved his hand and led the younger generation of the Lei clan into the transmission array.

  The Liu family and others followed suit, and in no time, only the Fengyun Sect and the Murong family were left outside.

  Feng Qing gazed at Mu Han Yu and others with a profound meaning, saying: "Miss Han Yu, please."

  Mu Han Yu looked at Mu Feng and saw him nodding, then led the younger generation of the Mu clan into the transmission array.

  As soon as he entered the transmission array, Mu Feng suddenly felt a dizziness in his head, and the scene in front of him instantly became blurred.

  When he came back to himself again, he found that he was already in a dark place. Looking around at the desolate environment, it seemed as if he had entered another space.

  However, Mu Feng was surprised to find that all the young members of the Mu clan had vanished.

  "This portal probably sends people in randomly." Mu Feng guessed in his heart, and began to observe the surroundings.

  Dozens of passages appeared in front, each one extremely deep and leading to a distant place. It looked like a huge maze. On both sides of the passage, the stone walls were made of the same solid black rock as the temple gate.

  Every few dozen feet, there were some faintly glowing stones on the walls, barely illuminating the surroundings.

  "Must find Mu Qing and the others first." Murong Feng thought to himself, he was also worried about the safety of Murong Han Yu, Murong Han Qing and the others.

  But before Mu Feng made a decision on which path to take, a series of mournful and eerie cries echoed from afar. Before long, some people were seen running towards them from the distance of one of the paths.

  Those people are the younger generation of some second-rate sects in Tianfeng County, with most of their strengths being at the middle or peak stage of Qi transformation. However, they are now rolling and crawling around, looking extremely disheveled.

  Mo Feng's sensitive senses felt that behind him were five powerful auras, each of which was comparable to the initial stage of a small accomplishment in the Shaping Realm.

  "What a powerful lineup, could it be the Fengyun Sect?" Mu Feng asked in surprise.

  When those figures were a little closer, Mufeng saw that the five strong auras behind them were actually emitted by five black iron men.

  Mo Feng had also seen this kind of iron puppet in some books of the clan, which was made of a black refined iron. Its strength was comparable to that of a strong practitioner at the Divine Transformation stage. However, due to the erosion of time, it had now declined to the initial stage of the Form Creation stage, and if more years passed, these black refined iron puppets might be completely scrapped.

  These five Black Iron Puppet Guards emitted an astonishing killing aura, presumably someone accidentally activated these Black Iron Puppets, and thus suffered their pursuit and slaughter.

  Mo Feng couldn't care less about the many paths. He casually chose one to enter. The five Black Iron Puppets, although they only had the initial shape of the early stage of creation, were extremely hard and durable. They didn't fear pain or death, and once they entangled you, it would be extremely troublesome. If he wasn't careful, he would suffer heavy injuries.

  Mo Feng hastily departed along that passageway, and from behind him came intermittent cries of despair, presumably those people were being chased by the five black iron puppets.

  But Mu Feng didn't plan on lending a helping hand. In this treacherous place, the first priority was to ensure his own survival.

  Those people will probably find it hard to survive, the puppets who have achieved minor completion in the Nascent Soul stage are already a headache for even the top-notch warriors of the same stage, let alone those warriors at the Energy Refining stage.

  The Mystic Land Temple is indeed fraught with danger!

  But before Mu Feng could reach the end of the corridor, a black figure emerged from the opposite direction, emitting an overwhelming aura and a strong smell of blood that made Mu Feng's eyes widen in surprise.

  Mo Feng suddenly realized that in front of him was a extremely bloody killing god, whose strength was at least at the initial stage of the Great Perfection of the Creation Boundary. However, that aura was much stronger than Zheng Jian's.

  A dark silhouette gradually emerged in the gaze of Mu Feng, a black iron puppet with an extremely tall and large body, emitting a dark metallic luster all over its body. Its chest and fists were stained with bright red bloodstains.

  Hei Jingtie stopped ten feet away from Mofeng and looked him up and down.

  After a glance from Hei Jingtie's empty eye sockets, Mu Feng suddenly felt a chill on his back.

  "The Black Iron Puppet's body should still retain the soul imprint of the owner of this underground palace, used to protect this underground palace." Murong thought to himself, he also sensed the thorny situation in front of him and his Xuanli surged out.

  Hei Jingtie seemed to have sensed Mu Feng's killing intent and stared at him coldly.

  Mo Feng even felt that the black iron puppet in front of him seemed to have produced spiritual intelligence.

  In the instant when Mofeng was stunned, Hei Jingtie suddenly threw a punch, his iron fist tearing through the air and causing bursts of explosive sounds.

  This punch may seem ordinary, but Mu Feng felt that if it hit his body, he would definitely suffer serious injury.

  Mo Feng's body shape fiercely retreated, and the Xuan Ling Tong Shen Jue was immediately activated, at the same time a fist was swung out.

  "Flame Fist, Flame Incinerates Heaven!"

  Fist shadow brought scorching Xuanli heavily bombarded on the chest of Hei Jingtie Gui, Hei Jingtie Gui's huge body suddenly flew out, fell out dozens of feet away, half a day without seeing movement.

  "Is it that vulnerable?" Mu Feng furrowed his brow, staring at the black iron puppet in the distance, muttering to himself. If Zheng Jian had taken that punch head-on earlier, he would have definitely been seriously injured, but it was also impossible for him to destroy the black iron puppet so easily.

  But before Mufeng's words had fallen, Hei Jingtie was standing up again, without any signs of injury.

  Puppet, its shortcoming is that it won't use martial arts and can't adapt to changing circumstances. But it excels in being as solid as a rock, feeling no pain, knowing no life or death, in the words of a previous life, it's a little strong that can't be beaten to death.

  Mo Feng also laughed at himself for being a bit too optimistic, relying on his own fist. Absolutely can't knock down a black iron puppet.

  Hei Jingtie stood up, charging towards Mofengbao, his iron fist swung out again, and the violent and unparalleled Xuanli fluctuations came crashing down on his face, extremely painful.

  What a terrifying fist wind. It also made Mu Feng's heart skip a beat.

  Mo Feng retreated one step back, his body shape flashing sideways. The black iron puppet's shocking punch fiercely crashed onto the stone wall behind Mo Feng.

  "Boom!"

  Iron Fist heavily smashed on the stone wall behind Mu Feng, and the black rock was actually exploded with a not small crack under the punch of Hei Jing Tie Gui.

  Extremely strong gusts of wind swept around like a storm, and some gravel and weeds around were instantly crushed into powder.

  Mo Feng was swept by this strong wind, although he had the Xuanling Copper Body Technique to protect his body, but still felt a surge of blood and energy. It was extremely unbearable.

  In the Xuanling Temple, there was a strong pressure left by the super strong man, and the operation of the Xuanli in his body was suppressed. His strength could not be exerted, but Hei Jingtie had no such problem, which gave Hei Jingtie an extremely great advantage.

  However, Mu Feng discovered that after using the Xuanling Copper Body Technique, this Xuan force's oppressive power decreased significantly, and his own Xuan force circulation also became much smoother. That stagnant feeling almost disappeared.

  The offensive of the black iron puppet was also getting fiercer and fiercer, as if it didn't know fatigue. Mufeng's heart was shocked beyond measure, he carefully sensed that the black iron puppet could actually absorb mysterious energy from the heavens and earth.

  Another punch, Mufeng was at a loss in the simple and direct blast of Hei Jingtie's puppet, only able to dodge.

  Just now when they exchanged blows, he used the Xuanling Copper Body Technique to barely block a punch from the Black Essence Iron Puppet, but was blasted out of several tens of meters away. His arms were also shaken with unbearable pain, feeling as if they were about to break off.

  Facing this puppet that had no feeling and didn't know fatigue, Mufeng also felt stifled, without any power to fight back. Even if he fought back, the opponent wouldn't have any feeling.

  "It seems that only Devouring Heart Flame can be used!" Mu Feng dodged the iron fist of Hei Jingtie again, retreating over a dozen feet, and with a movement of his heart, a black flame gradually emerged from his right palm, which was indeed the Devouring Heart Flame.

  Facing the powerful Hei Jingtie Gui, Mu Feng couldn't think of any other way and could only try to see if he could eliminate it by devouring Xin Yan.

  As the Devouring Heart Flame was activated, the Xuanli in Mufeng's body rapidly decreased. Activating the Devouring Heart Flame was also extremely exhausting for his Xuanli, and with Mufeng's current strength, it was still somewhat difficult to activate. If not for the Yangyang Bajue, a Xuan-level technique, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.

  "Die." Mofeng's fierce kick, a fist towards the black refined iron puppet, Devouring Heart Flame danced on the surface of his fist, the scorching fist wind caused the surrounding temperature to rise rapidly.

  The fearless black iron puppet seemed to have sensed the danger brought by the devouring heart inflammation and actually started dodging.

  Mo Feng's right fist barely brushed past the right side of Hei Jing Tie's head, and the remaining warmth from the Heart Flame Devouring even left a faint trace of melting on Hei Jing Tie's shoulder.

  "It's effective!" Mu Feng was overjoyed in his heart and instantly swung his fists, punching towards the Black Essence Iron Puppet.

  Although the Xuanli in his body was rapidly consumed, Mufeng also achieved a good effect. The black iron puppet no longer dared to be as reckless as before, but instead dodged cautiously.

  The situation seemed to have turned around in general, and Mu Feng was seen attacking the black iron puppet, but the black iron puppet did not have the power to fight back, and could only dodge and evade.

  "Not good!" After a series of attacks, Mu Feng's internal Xuanli was depleted, and his offense slowed down. However, he suddenly realized that the black iron puppet seemed to be waiting for him to exhaust his Xuanli before counterattacking.

  "Could it be that there really is a spiritual intelligence?" Murong Feng muttered to himself, the shock in his heart unable to be put into words. The black iron puppet in front of him was absolutely not an ordinary puppet. Although it couldn't use martial arts, it could dodge and calculate, which wasn't something ordinary people could do.

  Mo Feng took a deep breath in reverse, and once again carefully examined the puppet in front of him.

  These black iron puppets should be the guardians left by the master of the Mystic Spirit Temple to protect the temple, and although their strength has declined drastically under the erosion of time, they are still fulfilling the mission entrusted to them by the master of the Mystic Spirit Temple.

  Their killing was entirely based on the soul imprint left by the master of the mysterious temple, and this soul imprint did not have spiritual intelligence unless...

  Mo Feng suddenly remembered that in some ancient books, there were records of some powerful people who, when creating puppets, would infuse a thread of their own yuan Shen into the puppet, giving it spiritual intelligence, but this spiritual intelligence was extremely low-level.

  "Could it be that this puppet has a hint of the master's soul from the underground palace?" Mu Feng thought to himself.

  If that's the case, if he could obtain this strand of Yuan Spirit, from the memories within this strand of Yuan Spirit, Mu Feng would be able to clearly understand the specific situation of the entire Xuan Ling Temple, which would give him an absolute advantage.

  A fiery color flashed across Mu Feng's eyes, this was truly a great gift from heaven, he absolutely couldn't miss it!

  At this thought, Mu Feng's entire body of Xuanli was poured into the Devouring Heart Flame in his hand without any reservation. The Devouring Heart Flame suddenly surged with black flames, and the scorching high temperature made Mu Feng himself feel a little heart-pounding.

  Mofeng's feet stepped on the nine shadows, transforming into a virtual step. His body was like a ghostly apparition, and in an instant, he appeared beside Hei Jingtie. He fiercely struck Hei Jingtie's chest.

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