The sun sets during the unitary period.

Outside Zhao'an Mansion, there is a valley on the other side of the mountain, and a bonfire is burning. Twenty or so people dressed as dead soldiers in black robes and black suits stood there neatly, not moving.

Cao Bingrong looked at these twenty dead soldiers, to be precise, dead soul puppets, and his heart was constantly dripping blood.

This person was originally the head of the Huangshan Sect. In the White Tiger Realm, as long as you respect the Shenbing family, you can be powerful and blessed in the local area, go to the antique shop, see the treasure you like, you can take it away directly, walk on the street, see a beautiful woman, you can directly take it away, the life is called a leisure.

I didn't expect that the wicked have their own wicked grinding. A few days ago, Cao Bingrong's disciple kidnapped a little girl in order to please him, but on the same day, a self-proclaimed puppet king came to the door, using the terrifying "Yi Tianshen Death Sutra" and half a pillar of incense to destroy the sect.

Cao Bingrong was ready to enjoy the freshness of the little girl that day, but fortunately, he was perfect in judging the situation and declaring his allegiance to the puppet king at a critical moment, so as to avoid being turned into a puppet of the dead soul.

The so-called Dead Soul Puppet is completely different from ordinary puppets controlled by soul silk. First of all, the physical body must be cultivated to the top, which is the fairyland of martial artists, and secondly, it must be able to withstand the pain of transforming flesh and blood into soul silk. There are more than 4,000 people in the Huangshan Sect and more than 300 martial arts immortals, and only about 20 of them have survived.

With these more than 20 dead soul puppets, it is equivalent to having more than 20 clones, and their bodies are completely composed of soul filaments, which can control other living creatures instead of their masters.

The sect was destroyed in his own hands, and Cao Bingrong did not have a psychological burden on it, but was glad that he survived. The only regret is that I didn't get to enjoy the little girl. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance in the direction where Song Xiaolian was.

"That's my stuff, and if you look at it again, I'll gouge out your eyeballs. ”

An evil voice sounded in his ears, Cao Bingrong was startled, but he quickly calmed down, heard Song Xiaohu's voice, and squinted over: "Your thing? According to the king's favor for the little girl, when the king hears this, he will immediately become a puppet of the dead soul with lost intellect." In his eyes, Song Xiaohu couldn't even be called an opponent, and when he spoke, he had already run some true yuan.

Song Xiaohu touched the long knife at his waist and narrowed his eyes slightly. On the immature face, there was a vicious look: "Don't think that you have offered a plan to Sister Yue'er, you are your own person." I am Sister Yue'er's right and left hand, and I am willing to do anything for her. And you'll always be just a minion!"

Cao Bingrong laughed contemptuously, he didn't feel any shame at the fact that he was already in his forties, crushing a thirteen-year-old boy in all aspects, and still having a sense of superiority. "Hou Shengzi, you are too short-sighted, let Grandpa Cao tell you why the king attaches so much importance to this plan: if the king's speculation is not wrong, then the first thing Yan Shifang did when he returned to Yanfu was to recapture the two roads in Jiangbei. Although this Zhao'an Mansion is still 900 miles away from Jiangbei, there is a port, as long as the residents in the city are turned into puppets, and then loaded down the river, ambushed at the ferry port in Jiangbei, and waited for Yan Shifang to attack Yanziwu, and when both sides were defeated, hehehehe......"

"Yes, Cao Bingrong, this is exactly why this king values you. ”

With a giggle, the Dead Golems scattered on both sides, revealing a dark cavern behind them. Yue'er from the darkness

He walked out slowly, holding a gray-black heart that was still beating in one hand. followed by the charm, and was salivating at the heart of Yue'er's hand.

Yue'er injected a large amount of dead soul power into this heart, although the frightening spirit is nourished by blood and food, but the power of the dead soul is a great supplement for it.

"Cao Bingrong, you said that Zhao'an City is going to welcome the gods tonight, and everyone in the city has to go out of the house and bow down, if you dare to let this king waste these two hours of hard work, I will let Xiaomei empty your head and give Song Xiaohu a night pot, do you know?"

The denser the crowd, the easier it is to capture.

Song Xiaohu's face suddenly showed excitement and stared at Cao Bingrong with malicious intent.

Cao Bingrong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and said with a sneer: "Great, king, that Zhao'an Mansion is stunned every year, and it has to be held to welcome the gods, and his subordinates have also confirmed with the residents of Fucheng during the day, and today is destined to be a sleepless night." ”

"Hmm. Yue'er was satisfied, and threw the gray and black heart in her hand to Shocking Mei, "Xiaomei, this is not for you to eat, if you dare to eat it, I will beat you to death." Quickly use your supernatural powers to send it to the underground of the city, and you will have as much blood as you want to eat later. ”

Frightened and salivating, holding his heart, a fierce man burrowed into the ground.

When Cao Bingrong saw this action, he couldn't help but think of the night of the destruction of the Huangshan Sect, more than 4,000 disciples, half of whom died at the hands of this monster, including ten of his own disciples. The sudden strong wind woke him up, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it, only to see a gray mask of dead souls, covered with cobweb-like cracks.

"This 'Thousand Silk Divine Death Face' contains the memory essence of more than a hundred boxing masters, as a reward for your meritorious service this time, and when you lay down the swallow dock, you can choose the women there. Yue'er said generously.

"Yes, thank you to the king, the king is prosperous for a thousand years, and he will unify the three realms......" A trace of sadness that had just risen in Cao Bingrong's heart suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he slapped his ass with a smile.

Yue'er grinned and waved her little hand: "Let's go." Then he beckoned to Song Xiaolian, "Xiaolian come here." She hugged Song Xiaolian, pinched her face, and sat down in the clearing, and four dead soul puppets rushed up with a sedan chair that came out of nowhere, caught Yue'er, and then there was a gray cloud under her feet, carrying them into the air.

The rest of the dead soul puppets each captured Cao Bingrong and Song Xiaohu, turned into a large gray cloud, and rushed to Zhao'an Mansion.

But when she arrived at the city gate, she found that the gate was closed, and Yue'er's mood was suddenly not so good, and she stared at Cao Bingrong coldly, as if she was thinking about where to start.

Cao Bingrong broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down directly in front of Yue'er: "King, listen to me, the villain has indeed verified it during the day, there must be something wrong in the city at this moment, it is impossible to be so quiet!Ah, should someone leak our plan?"

"You still dare to quibble! Even if someone betrays you, that person will only be you!" Song Xiaohu angrily pulled out his long knife and slashed it fiercely.

"Slow. Yue'er suddenly stopped.

"Sister Yue'er!" Song Xiaohu carried the knife unwillingly.

Yue'er waved her hand to create a gray mist that left the road empty. Then he said to Song Xiaohu: "Go and call the door and see what tricks are going on inside." ”

"I found out that it was you

Do tricks, and I'll cut you with a thousand knives!" Song Xiaohu glared at Cao Bingrong viciously, and then walked up and knocked on the door, "Open the door and open the door, isn't Zhao'an Mansion welcoming the gods, why is the door closed, quickly open the door for the master, otherwise I will smash it!"

There was no movement inside for a long time, and Song Xiaohu became more and more irritable, and the knocking on the door became heavier and heavier.

"Open the door. ”

A voice suddenly came from inside, and then the door slowly opened, and there were dozens of armored soldiers inside, one of whom was wearing a Taoist robe, and his instrument was extraordinary, and he coldly turned his gaze on Song Xiaohu. The Taoist saw that it was such a half-old child who knocked on the door, so he dispelled the idea of breaking one of his hands, and said coldly: "The greeting is over, and it will be early next year." The gates of the city have been keyed, and you are not allowed to enter or exit, and you must retreat quickly, and if you break the law, there will be no one to protect you. ”

Song Xiaohu saw that it was a Taoist, and immediately scolded: "Where did you come from, this stinky Taoist, you are so lenient, the master is going to enter the city now, if you dare to close the door to block me, I will smash your broken door!"

The Taoist is naturally Lu Changzhi, as soon as he heard this, he immediately became angry, and said in his heart I pity you for your young age, but you don't know what to do, and directly ordered the soldiers around him: "Take him and deal with him according to law!"

"Whew!" Although the soldiers felt pity for Song Xiaohu in their hearts, how dare they disobey the orders of the disciples of the Dao Court, so they rushed up to get people.

"Looking for death!" Song Xiaohu's eyes flashed with fierce light, the long knife came out of the sheath, like a tiger entering a flock, and the dozen or so soldiers who rushed up fell into a pool of blood in a few breaths.

Lu Changzhi was slightly shocked in his heart, although this army was not strong, but they were all fat and strong, and they still had the aura of blood killing on their bodies. He could see very clearly that the child's knife technique was very old and spicy, like a sword master who had been immersed in this way for decades.

Of course, Lu Changzhi didn't know how much effort Yue'er had put into this Song Xiaohu. As early as six years ago, she successively made the memory essence of the knife master into "ghost silk" and integrated it into Song Xiaohu's body, it can be said that Song Xiaohu is a moving "thousand silk god dead face". Although he was only thirteen years old, he had condensed the essence of thousands of Dao masters in his body.

While Lu Changzhi was thinking, Song Xiaohu had already killed the rest of the soldiers, and then pounced on him. He was shocked in his heart, and was about to release the law domain and kill this evil child, only to remember that within a radius of a hundred miles, they were all under the first divine realm. His reaction was extremely fast, and a "door of all wonders" immediately appeared behind him.

The magic power of "The Gate of All Wonders" is also extremely excellent in the entire "Xuanxing Taoist Canon". There are many advantages, such as being very easy to use, powerful and so on, which can be said to be the symbol of the Taoist court.

The divine power was thrown out of the door, and Song Xiaohu was immediately sent flying. Seeing the gray-black smoke on Song Xiaohu's body, Lu Changzhi immediately knew that it was an evil cult who was restrained by the divine power, so he sneered: "Sure enough, it's a crooked way, no wonder you have such a sword technique at your age." ”

"Are you a disciple of the Dao Court?"

Suddenly, a graceful voice was speaking, and he saw Song Xiaohu lying on the ground and didn't move, but he didn't know who was talking. The next moment, a scene that surprised him happened, Song Xiaohu fell to the ground, and suddenly a group of people appeared, and he saw at a glance that the person who spoke was looking at him steadily.