Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 594 - 1: Night, Temple, Mountain Monarch_2

The beautiful woman in the palace attire barely won, initially using silver needles to break the acupoint and penetrate the Mountain Monarch's protective energy. Then, she unleashed a Heart-Shattering Palm to strike the vital point, causing the demon power and True Qi within the Mountain Monarch to surge. Subsequently, she secretly applied poison, forcing the enemy to retreat.

The Mountain Monarch's transformation and combat experience were ultimately a bit lacking compared to a mortal.

"No matter."

The beautiful woman in the palace attire stopped her disciple, her eyes fixed on the Mountain Monarch ahead. Her opponent shook his fur to expel more than a dozen silver needles, but the energy within him remained unstable, his breathing rapid, and his pupils slightly dilated. The poison had already attacked his heart and abdomen. He angrily said, "Indeed, you are a demon from the dark sect, with such ruthless and cunning methods."

"I, Lu Shanjun, will remember this score."

After speaking, his gigantic figure leapt into the mountain stream, his silhouette soaring like a supreme expert, clinging to the cliffs and smashing rocks with force. He quickly disappeared into the vast darkness, leaving behind only tiger claw marks on the nearby cliffs.

At this moment, the beautiful woman in the palace attire was barely breathing, her face pale, her expression gradually wilting. The disciple beside her quickly helped, tearing a corner of her skirt to cover her chest for simple dressing. The beautiful woman said in a low voice, "There's actually a Mountain Monarch seeking revenge here, likely someone from the dark sect causing us trouble."

"Quick, go!"

As soon as her words fell, a strange laughter came, the voice hoarse. The person swept through the air like a bat. At the moment of raising his hand, a corpse poison spread, and the voice, like a Ba and Shu dialect, teased, "Why is junior sister in such a hurry to leave?"

"Why don't you and I work together to kill that Mountain Monarch and take its Demon Core?"

The airwaves surged.

The two exchanged a palm strike across the air, causing cracks to appear on the ground beneath them. Nearby, the temple beams collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust.

In an instant, both their speeds were as fast as phantoms, exchanging more than a dozen moves in the dust and mist. The hunched figure of the strange man retreated swiftly, shaking his palm, his face dark green, saying, "Junior sister's Dark Yin Palm is truly domineering! It truly has a bit of the demeanor of the Nine Netherworld Lady."

The face of the beautiful woman in palace attire turned pale, but her momentum wasn't weak. She said coldly, "I don't dare compare myself to the founder but also do not fear your corpse poison miasma."

"Where are your twelve Blood Puppets?"

"Were they all killed by the Mountain Monarch?"

As this person appeared, she already knew who was trying to harm her, attempting to provoke the Mountain Monarch into action. The Blood Puppets controlled by his Secret Technique were likely mostly dead.

While speaking, indeed, several figures appeared. They weren't very old, the eldest about twenty years old.

They were all dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, their expressions stiff, like puppets. However, one looked somewhat confused, about sixteen or seventeen years old, his eyes like stars, deep and vast, as if waking from a big dream. He first looked at the beautiful woman in palace attire, then frowned at the hunched strange man in front of him.

What's going on?

Isn't the Blood Puppet Secret Technique supposed to control the mind?

Why does that Blood Puppet's expression seem just like an ordinary person?

The beautiful woman in palace attire was surprised in her heart but remained expressionless. Rumors in the dark sect also spoke of those who could break free from the Blood Puppets' immortal bodies' Secret Technique. The six branches of the sect each had their strengths. That strange man selected young men to refine into Blood Puppets, teaching them only the sect's basic martial arts and not the advanced Inner Strength, specifically to control their minds with Secret Techniques.

This strange man's practiced martial arts were extremely sinister, allowing him to substitute the Blood Puppets' lives for himself, and transferring internal and external injuries to them. It was not conventional high-level martial arts but somewhat resembled Ancient Era Secret Techniques and spells.

While they were talking, the Blood Puppet's expression returned to the previously stiff, puppet-like state, with none of the previous profound gaze.

The beautiful woman was startled, guessing that the Blood Puppet the opponent refined might have backfired, but she said nothing and quietly waited for the opportunity.

"Senior brother, where's your young son?"

"Was he torn apart by the Mountain Monarch? I heard you had several sons with the witch women from the Western Regions, all refined into Blood Puppets?"

The beautiful woman squinted her eyes slightly, but her words drove the opponent to grit his teeth in anger.

This strange man's methods were extremely cruel. In the past, he was not well-known among the six branches of the sect until he refined his sons into Blood Puppets, shocking everyone with his brutal methods. It's said he had several sons: one died in a treasure fight with the Western Regions, one turned to meat pulp by an outsider's Palm Power, and one transformed into a zombie by Curse Magic during an internal sect fight, going berserk and even taking a bite on him. Hence, his appearance and temperament drastically changed, becoming the hunched, ghost-like figure he is now.

The beautiful woman was right; his last son was also torn apart by the Mountain Monarch. Now, he has become half-man, half-corpse, basically ending his lineage.

A light breeze brushed past.

The Blood Puppet behind the strange man quietly took half a step back. The beautiful woman had been watching carefully, now even more convinced that the Blood Puppet broke free from the Secret Technique. However, she didn't know whether it was by breaking through the top three acupoints with strong Inner Strength or due to some flaw in the Blood Puppet's immortal body technique.

This sinister martial art requires suppressing and refining Blood Puppets, best starting from childhood, directly using young children to pass on skills and cast spells.

"What the hell?!"

"Why do I have so many negative statuses on me?"

"Blood Puppet Substitution Curse?"

"Blood Refining Technique?"

"Is this damn thing martial arts or a spell?"

Hang on!

God's perspective, on.

The handsome young man's eyes flickered with a trace of light. In an instant, everything around him imprinted in his mind. It seemed there were only these few people in front of him, but many nearby spectators were actually present.

——Elder of the Dark Yin Sect (Dark Yin Transformation) (Peace of Mind) (Five-Star Silver Gray).