Chapter 883

The Sect Master puppet had a hideous and bloodthirsty expression, seemingly enduring endless pain, as it suddenly rushed out and stood before the three elders.

Its palms trembled, seemingly already channeling energy, preparing for battle.

Its eyes were hazy, its consciousness entirely controlled by the three elders.

It stared fixedly at Su Ming, waiting only for the command to charge and kill.

"The 'Sect Master' of the Mountain Mausoleum Sect is the strongest living corpse puppet refined by the three of us brothers. Once it strikes..."

The yellow-robed Second Elder had an ugly smile; that face looked just like a yellow weasel begging for a title.

"Hehe, you lot have only a dead end, to be turned into nourishment."

"Once we refine you two Venerables, this puppet will reach the peak of the Venerable realm. By then, we can walk sideways across the entire continent!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

The three elders laughed.

At the same time, the suppression force of the array weighed on him, and Su Ming felt his shoulders sink, his overall attributes slowly decreasing.

Moreover, a large number of Mountain Mausoleum Sect disciples and cultivators had also surrounded them!

Looking at this scene, there was not a trace of fear in Su Ming's eyes, only fighting spirit and excitement.

"A sixth-turn elite monster, truly not bad... more challenging than I imagined," he said, the corners of his mouth curling up.

The stronger the enemy, the more experience!

Moreover, what excited Su Ming most was that he could complete his Sword God job-change quest here and promote to Venerable, without having to wait until the end of the Shushan journey.

Su Ming looked at the three elders.

The First Elder wore a patterned purple robe, his face protruding like an old leopard.

The Second Elder wore a yellow robe, his appearance ugly, like a yellow weasel.

The Third Elder wore a dignified white robe, yet it could not hide the colorful flesh beneath his clothes, resembling a centipede.

Su Ming saw at a glance that they were not human.

They were demon beasts that had taken human form, "humans" cultivated later in life.

In this Shushan dungeon, monsters could cultivate into human form.

Every dungeon had its own different characteristics and rules.

Su Ming had been to this dungeon in his past life, so he knew a great deal!

He looked around at the three elders, his expression indifferent.

"The Mountain Mausoleum Sect might indeed have been a righteous sect originally."

"I suspect that the three of you demons took human form to infiltrate, pretended to apprentice under the Sect Master, and then launched a sneak attack to take his life and refine him into a living corpse puppet," Su Ming speculated.

"From then on, this place became a thorough evil sect."

"Such cruel methods, repaying kindness with resentment, completely devoid of conscience."

"Beasts, you are truly worthy of being called beasts."

Su Ming looked at the three elders and said loudly and uninhibitedly.

With a great enemy before him, Su Ming was as steady as Mount Tai, his eyes as clear as fire.

Even his deductions were not off by a single bit.

Yan Ze also had a solemn expression and said in a low voice.

"Most of these disciples and cultivators are probably puppets you refined, right."

"Only a very few are former Mountain Mausoleum Sect cultivators who are willing to follow you for the sake of profit."

Yan Ze's mind was extremely meticulous, and his intelligence was extraordinary.