Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

The two Golden Core True Disciples disguised as Black Shadow Demon Cultivators suffered in silence.

They were skilled in using spells, but the spells were greatly suppressed, so they could only use some less familiar magic artifacts to hold their ground.

Because of their disguise, they couldn’t use their adept skills.

Taking advantage of Chi Dun being led away, Sun Lingtong, feeling grateful to the Purple Dawn Pavilion True Disciple, stealthily went underground, swiftly slipping through the gaps of the Immortal City Great Array via the sewers to make his escape.

The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator—the Taiqing Palace True Disciple—rushed to the Demon Sect True Scripture again, excitement all over his face: “It’s still mine!”

But in the next moment, a Ghost General suddenly appeared, blocking him.

Immediately after, another Ghost General took the Demon Sect True Scripture and ran.

It quickly ran towards its master—Luo Shang!

Luo Shang appeared again.

But this time he showed his true face and was not disguised as a Black Shadow Demon Cultivator.

Luo Shang’s face was still somewhat swollen, indicating that the residual poison in his body had not yet dissipated.

The Ghost General, who had grabbed the Demon Sect True Scripture, was particularly skilled in speed, and in the blink of an eye, it had crossed hundreds of steps to reach Luo Shang and present the True Scripture.

The moment Luo Shang received it, he felt the profundity of the True Scripture.

“Demon-infused Bloodline Technique?!” Luo Shang revealed a hint of joy and was about to speak when golden light burst before his eyes.

Zhu Xuanji pounced in front of him, wielding a large ruler as if it were a sword, slashing down fiercely.

Luo Shang hurriedly manipulated the third Golden Core Stage Ghost General to block Zhu Xuanji and then took the opportunity to retreat.

“You can leave, but the True Scripture stays!” Ning Jiufan suddenly showed himself, clutching an ice jade urn. He cast Frost Spells, directly freezing Luo Shang.

But the frozen Luo Shang soon revealed his true form—a strange Ghost General with a skeletal face, still at the Golden Core rank.

The real Luo Shang was still hiding his true body.

The Ghost General was frozen, and so was the Demon Sect True Scripture.

Ning Jiufan reached into the huge ice block.

Where his hand reached, the ice, as hard as diamonds, melted like milk.

Ning Jiufan got hold of the Demon Sect True Scripture and his expression changed. He was equally stunned.

But the next moment, Luo Shang’s counterattack arrived.

A full four Golden Core Stage Ghost Generals surrounded Ning Jiufan and attacked fiercely.

Ning Jiufan’s combat power was formidable; he still blocked and dodged left and right, rather awkwardly.

Luo Shang’s true strength was revealed at this moment.

He came from the Soul Devouring Sect, skilled in controlling ghosts. Under his command, there were many Ghost Generals with Golden Core-level combat abilities.

He alone was equivalent to a small sect.

Ning Jiufan’s situation immediately improved, as another Golden Pill Ancestor of the Zhou Family came to his aid.

The latter threw out an array plate from afar.

The Magical Treasure Level array plate spun above Ning Jiufan’s head, instantly forming an array, causing the Ghost Generals to lose direction and make frequent mistakes.

Ning Jiufan, while absorbing the profundities of the True Scripture, left the array plate there and quickly escaped the formation.

“Support him!” Zheng Shuanggou shouted.

As the battle reached this point, the advantage of the three cultivation families and Zhu Xuanji’s alliance finally became apparent.

Yang Chanyu wielded a mechanical crossbow and shot arrows, greatly interfering with Ning Jiufan.

The two Black Shadow Demon Cultivators, seeing the urgency of the situation, only exchanged a glance before attacking Ning Jiufan with all their might.

Ning Jiufan displayed strong combat prowess, with frost spreading everywhere, holding on for quite a while.

But eventually, the True Disciple of Taiqing Palace’s flying darts pierced his defense.

If Ning Jiufan hadn’t turned his head in time, the dart that grazed his left earlobe would have seriously injured him!

Ning Jiufan couldn’t hold on and threw the Demon Sect True Scripture to Zheng Shuanggou.

Why did he choose to do this?

Ning Jiufan’s reason was very simple—Zheng Shuanggou was the closest ally at the time.

“You go, I’ll hold them back!” Zheng Danlian ran behind his clan’s Golden Core cultivator, blocking the enemies.