Then, the concept of recovering spiritual power from the spiritual realm does not exist anymore. The puppets and corpses refined by ancient practitioners can release active skills.

"So?" The Fire Saint asked, holding on to his injuries.

"Since it's not a pure prop, I have a way to 'kill' him, but I need a few people to break through the armor of the bronze sculpture for me." Zhang Yuanqing said.

The demon-destroying function of the crouching pestle can overcome such negative things.

But the crouching pestle does not have the function of piercing armor. He noticed just now that the swordsman's short sword can only cut a thin sword mark, which shows how high the defense of the bronze sculpture is.

Natsuki Zhilian thought for a few seconds, then looked at several companions:

"According to the short battle just now, although the bronze body gave it an invincible defense, it also limited its atomization ability. Together, we should be able to break through the defense.

"He is very confident, then, try it!"

Nodded with great virtue and flower language, as for the holy man of fire, he is not qualified to speak because he is now an oil bottle.

In this way, the five sages surrounded the sage of fire and the language of flowers, and the latter used the "self-healing" skill, doing what a reply warlock should do with all his heart.

Guan Ya and Xia Shuzhilian held their breaths and stared at the dense fog with burning eyes.

Thick fog can blind people's perception and blind the prey in the fog, but it can't fool the swordsman with insight skills.

Ten seconds later, Guan Ya and Xia Shuzhilian looked to the right side at the same time and said:

"there!"

After the words fell, Jiang Jingwei turned to the right, pinched a ball of fire in his palm, and imitated the saint of fire, and threw the fire ball out.

"boom!"

Wrapped in flowing flames, the air waves raged in all directions, briefly dispelling the dense fog.

A dozen meters away, a bronze man stood holding a sword. It had already touched the vicinity and was about to attack everyone.

Huayu withdrew her hands that were pressing on the chest of the Saint of Fire, and pushed to the ground.

The marble floor tiles under the bronze man's feet cracked, and arm-thick vines broke through the ground, twisting and flaunting, wrapping around the bronze man's wrists, ankles, and legs.

"Slap."

The vines tensed and then broke one by one, and the bronze man possessed terrifying strange power.

But more vines broke through the ground and followed one after another.

The deacon "Honorful Carrying Things" took heavy steps, and rushed towards the bronze man like a battlefield. His running track cut a semicircle, circled behind the bronze man, and clasped its shoulders.

The strength of the bronze man's struggle suddenly weakened.

"Jingwei!"

The mountain god wrestled with all his might, his face flushed red.

"Coming~"

Jiang Jingwei scolded coquettishly, his small body was like a torch, and raging flames sprang up, and the fiery red hair spread out, bathed in the flames.

Her aura rose steadily, reaching the limit of level 4. JrNovels.com