The Sword God of the Universe
Chapter 647: Life Puppet

Chapter 647: Chapter 647: Life Puppet

Death Abyss! Death Temple!

After receiving a confirmed answer from Tianshui, Jing Yan let out a long breath.

This Death Temple, and even the Death Abyss itself, had existed for tens of thousands of years. It is said that the Death Temple was constructed not long after the Divine Race arrived in this human world.

Tens of thousands of years had passed, and the Death Temple still stood in this place.

"I wonder if there’s any clue inside the Death Temple on how to leave the Death Abyss." Jing Yan’s most urgent desire at the moment was to leave the Death Abyss and return to the Heavenly Origin Continent.

He had already spent over seven years in the Death Abyss.

Probably on the Heavenly Origin Continent, he had long been presumed dead! Returning by the same way he came was highly unlikely unless he waited more than sixty years for the Death Temple to open again.

"Gai Family!" Thinking of the Gai Family, a chill spread through Jing Yan’s heart.

If he could leave the Death Abyss alive, Jing Yan would not let the Gai Family off. He wanted the Gai Family to pay their debts in blood!

"Little guy, you’ve finally made it here!"

Just then, a voice abruptly came through, startling Jing Yan.

Although Jing Yan had seen the silhouette of the Death Temple, he had not actually noticed anyone standing in front of it. Now, hearing the voice, he sharply focused his gaze and could barely make out a faint figure a few hundred meters away.

During his previous fight with the puppets, Jing Yan had guessed that the puppets might be controlled by someone.

But now, actually seeing someone, Jing Yan still couldn’t suppress his shock.

What place is this?

This is the Death Abyss! The Death Abyss was currently closed, and it was almost impossible for even Saint Realm powerhouses to enter, so how did the person speaking manage to come in?

Perhaps there was only one possibility, that the person speaking was originally from inside the Death Temple.

Now, even Tianshui inside the Qiankun Small World was stunned.

In his living days, he had entered the Death Temple more than once, but he had never seen anyone else existing inside the Death Temple.

"Little guy, your combat power is quite impressive!"

"With the mere Daoist King Realm cultivation, you were able to defeat Copper Armor Guards, and even Silver-armored Guards, to get here, which really surprises me," Old Seven continued speaking to Jing Yan.

"May I ask who you are, senior?" Jing Yan showed a respectful demeanor.

"I’m no senior, I’m just a Golden Armor Guard of the Death Temple, and also the Seventh Guard," Old Seven responded.

Old Seven’s answer made Jing Yan somewhat puzzled.

Just now, the person mentioned that Jing Yan had defeated Copper Armor Guards and Silver-armored Guards, which Jing Yan could understand. Those puppets were the Copper Armor Guard and Golden Armor Guard. But then, the person claimed to be a Golden Armor Guard.

Could it be that the speaker was also a puppet?

But how could this be a puppet? Puppets have no life, no thought, how could they speak and converse like a normal person?

"Little guy, you have unlocked the Qiankun Ring seal, obtained the master’s inheritance, and hence are the master’s Inheritor. But even so, you still need to defeat me. If you can beat me, I will let you pass," Old Seven’s voice came through as Jing Yan was pondering what the other might be.

This statement made Jing Yan even less calm.

Was the other party really a puppet? They actually knew that he had unlocked the seal of the Qiankun Ring?

Listening to the words, it seemed that the Qiankun Ring belonged to the speaker’s master. And the Sky Vaulting First Divine Skill inside the Qiankun Ring was probably the inheritance left by the speaker’s master.

It had to be said, what Jing Yan speculated was mostly consistent with the facts.

"My lord, I only wish to leave the Death Abyss!" Jing Yan was uncertain of the other’s strength, and if possible, he really didn’t want to fight.

"If you want to leave this place, the first step is to defeat me. If you can’t even defeat me, then don’t bother thinking about getting out, unless you wait until the Death Temple opens and the Sky Splitting Array of the Guardian Temple closes. Only then might you have a chance to leave." Old Seven directly dashed Jing Yan’s hopes.

Jing Yan knew that the Sky Splitting Array the other spoke of must be the Formation enveloping the Death Abyss. The previous death energy and spatial cutting power were both attack attributes of the Array.

"If I defeat you, I can leave?" Jing Yan narrowed his eyes.

"Jing Yan, you can only rely on yourself now, I can’t help you. Go on, take him down!" Tianshui urged Jing Yan.

"Swoosh!"

"Holy Light Sword Technique!"

"Void!"

Since there was no way to avoid it, there was only battle.

"Little guy, that bit of strength is not enough!"

As the voice reached him, Jing Yan felt as though his body had been trapped in a marsh. Immediately after, an unstoppable force swept over him.

"Boom!"

Jing Yan was sent flying by the terrifying force.

At the same time, Jing Yan also saw that the other had not used any weapons, simply slapping at him casually.

And he, unable to even block a single palm strike. However, Jing Yan did discover that the attack was not driven by Primordial Energy, but by another kind of force. It looked like the other party might truly be a puppet—a puppet with life.

Luckily, he had been on guard and had circulated his Pure Yang Spirit Body before launching any attack, or else he would probably already be seriously injured by now.

"This little guy’s strength is really not bad! Old Seven, he actually managed to block one of your palm strikes!" Old Six clicked his tongue in admiration.

Hearing Old Six speak out, Jing Yan suddenly realized with alarm that there was another person a hundred meters away.

And from the conversation, it seemed that the one he was fighting was Old Seven.

"Old Six, would you shut up?" Old Seven replied with irritation.

"Old Seven, come back, let me play with this little guy!" With a flash, Old Six dashed towards Jing Yan. The distance of a hundred meters was but a moment, and Old Six was already before Jing Yan in an instant.

"Sword Intent!" Jing Yan trembled, truly frightened. The Dao Artifact Longsword in his hands slashed forth, with Sword Intent enveloping it, and Primordial Energy pushed to the limit.

If Old Seven was already so formidable, how strong was Old Six? At the very least, he couldn’t be worse than Old Seven, right? Jing Yan was far from a match for one Old Seven, let alone the addition of an Old Six.

Striking out with the Sword Intent-laden Holy Light Sword Technique, Jing Yan didn’t even look at the outcome, with a thought, he entered the Qiankun Small World.

"Huff! Huff!" Jing Yan was breathing heavily.

"Too powerful!"

"Even with all my techniques unleashed, I couldn’t possibly defeat that Old Six and Seven!" Jing Yan’s eyes held a hint of helplessness.

With a thought, Jing Yan split off a sliver of his Divine Soul and permeated it out of the Small World, wanting to see what those two likely puppet beings, Old Six and Seven, would do with the Qiankun Ring after he entered the Small World.

"Old Six!" Old Seven roared, angrily staring at Old Six.

"Look, you scared that little guy, didn’t you? Now he’s hidden inside the Qiankun Ring again," Old Seven growled at Old Six.

"Hmph, even if I hadn’t come over, he would have hidden in the Qiankun Ring all the same." Old Six said stubbornly.

"But he wouldn’t have hidden right away, right? By the way, why did I feel a kind of world oppression during that little guy’s attack just now?" Old Seven suddenly changed the subject.

"Hmm, indeed, his attack at me was strange. It wasn’t like the power of Laws, not as powerful, but it did have a little bit of that flavor. Could it be, he, a Martial Artist at the Taoist King Realm, can also use the power of the Heaven and Earth Laws?" Old Six also furrowed his brows in wonder.