Burst!

A paper figure raised his knife and fell, cutting down a person who pounced on him to the ground, but the people who were cut down seemed to have no pain, even though the blood on his body flowed, he still climbed up without any feeling.

And at this time, more and more people are coming this way, and you can hear from the footsteps alone, at least hundreds.

Seeing the people who continued to pour in, Su Hao's eyes flashed with a touch of unbearability, these people were just ordinary people, but they were inadvertently involved in the fight between him and Huang Ping, and they became this picture of people and ghosts.

However, he couldn't bear to return to it, Su Hao didn't show mercy to his subordinates, he still controlled the paper man to kill the killer, he showed mercy to his subordinates, these controlled people would not show mercy, once the paper man's defense was broken, these people would definitely tear him to pieces.

At this time, on a teahouse more than 100 zhang away from the street where Su Hao was, seven or eight people were sitting around the table, and there was a model of the street on the table, with two small yellow flags on the model, and hundreds of small red flags around.

If Su Hao was here, he would definitely be able to recognize one of them was Huang Ping.

"Huang Miaozhu, we have completed your request, I don't know our request, how have you done?"

An old man with a face as white as snow and a weak look spoke.

"Don't worry, we're already safe on the Zichuan side, and my descendants are already secretly asking your men to replace those soldiers guarding the city gates, and it won't be long before we succeed."

Zhang Chongxiu said that they had only wasted three days, mainly so that these White Lotus Sect people in front of them could have enough time to lay traps.

"I hope you're telling the truth."

The old man said calmly, "Otherwise, the trap we set at such a great price would not have been wasted."

In order to lay this trap, he paid a lot, not only to consume the ghoul poison he had stored for many years, to secretly poison the street vendors and the residents on both sides of the street, but also to spend a huge price by secretly arranging a huge maze on the street behind the city gate.

After speaking, the old man chanted a spell in his mouth, and the small red flags in the street model slowly gathered.

At this time, Su Hao, who was in the street, saw that the corpses of the people who had been hacked to death by the paper people and fell to the ground seemed to melt, and then slowly converged towards one place.

Seeing this scene, Su Hao instantly had a bad feeling, and with a finger of his hand, the natal paper man rushed out and rushed towards the place of convergence.

"Ding Niangzi, have you found the enemy's hiding place?"

After doing all this, Su Hao turned his head to look at Zhao Xiaoer, it is not okay to be so passive, his mana is not unlimited, if it really can't work, he can only temporarily give up the wealth of the carriage and Zhao Xiaoer, and find a way to escape.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoer didn't seem to hear it, just dancing intently.

Seeing this, Su Hao didn't urge again, he didn't understand witchcraft, although the current situation was passive, he could still hold it, if it interfered with Zhao Xiaoer and caused the spell to fail, it would be troublesome.

Roar!

A loud roar rang out, and a giant ghoul made of dozens of civilian corpses formed in the streets. ….

The natal paper man circled around the ghoul crazily, and when the knife fell, the flesh and blood on the ghoul were cut off one after another, but the flesh and blood soon gathered on the ghoul again.

Seeing this scene, Su Hao was also anxious, he knew very well that this ghoul was just a spell, if he didn't find out the controller behind the scenes, he would dismantle the ghoul into eight pieces and it would be useless, this ghoul would still recover as before.

"Young Master, the controller behind the scenes is on the left."

At this time, Zhao Xiaoer finally stopped dancing and took off his mask: "There are seven people, and there is a ghost thing."

"On the left?"

Hearing Zhao Xiaoer's words, Su Hao's mind moved, and dozens of paper figures rushed to the alley on the left, killing all the people blocking the road.

At the same time, Fu Bo landed on the carriage and controlled the horse towards the laneway, and Zhao Xiaoer also hurriedly got into the carriage.

In the teahouse, when they saw Huang Qi coming towards them, their faces suddenly changed: "Huang Ping, who are you provoking, the other party is already coming towards us!"

On the other side, in the thick fog, the carriage moved quickly, dozens of paper figures surrounded the carriage, and behind it were zombie-like people and the huge ghoul.

At this time, Fauber spoke. "Young Master, the situation is not right, we are in a maze."

Hearing this, Su Hao looked up, and at the end of the dense fog, the wide street was already faintly visible, and there were dozens of people blocking the way on the street.

"Fauber, rush over!"

Su Hao said in a deep voice, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, the paper man instantly rushed to the street, and where he passed, the stump and broken arm flew all over the sky, and the horse, under the control of Fu Bo, ignored the wreckage and severed arm, and rushed straight past.

And Su Hao turned over on the roof of the carriage, took out a large stack of small paper figures from his sleeve, and at the same time took out a knife, cut a wound on his hand, blood gushed out, and soon dyed all the little paper figures red.

"Sickness!"

Su Hao raised his hand, and all the little paper figures instantly flew all over the sky, flying in all directions, this kind of temporarily arranged maze is different from the kind of maze arranged by specially built buildings or forests, relying on illusion and dense fog, so that people can't see the direction, they can only circle in one place.

However, this kind of maze can only deal with a martial artist, it is not a difficult thing for him, the paper people he released just now have a sensing existence, and with these paper figures positioning, the opponent's illusion will not play a role.

"Fauber, keep up."

The carriage rushed into the alleyway on the left, and after advancing for a while, Su Hao suddenly waved his hand, and the natal paper man rushed to the house on the side.

Hearing Su Hao's words, Fu Bo did not hesitate, forcibly controlled the horse to follow behind the natal paper man, and rushed to the house.

The next moment, the carriage seemed to crash through the house and appeared on another street.

In the teahouse, the old man saw that Su Hao had broken through his illusion, his face had become extremely ugly, and he looked at Huang Ping and the two of them on the side and gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say that the other party was just a brocade guard? Why was the other party able to break our trap so easily?"

This trap of theirs was designed according to the Jinyi Wei Qianhu as the object, even if the Jinyi Wei Qianhu fell into it, they couldn't get out in a short time, but Su Hao broke their trap in less than a pillar of incense, although he hadn't completely left their maze, but it was only a matter of time before he left. ….

With this kind of strength, how can it be just a hundred households in brocade clothes, you must know that the hundreds of people who have been poisoned by the ghouls have been able to kill a first-class martial artist, plus that ghoul and the maze, it can completely trap several first-class masters, if it is really as Huang Ping said, it is really just a hundred households of Jinyi Wei, and the other party will definitely not be able to escape.

"As I said before, the other party is good at tracking, so it's not surprising that they can find the weaknesses of traps."

Huang Ping's face was also ugly, although he and Zhang Chongxiu had been prepared before, but if they couldn't make a move, they still didn't want to make a move, but now they can't make a move.

"So what now?"

Hearing Huang Ping's words, the old man said with a cold face.

Zhang Chongxiu said calmly: "Kill him before he is completely out of the maze, once he escapes to the county government, we can't help him."

He had already decided to let go, and after killing Su Hao, he immediately completed his plan and fled from Zichuan.

"Good!"

Hearing Zhang Chongxiu's words, the old man nodded.

Huang Ping, who was on the side, walked aside, opened a large wooden box that was standing, and a majestic and hideous statue was revealed, which was the statue of Zhang Chongxiu, but Huang Ping moved here from the Chenghuang Temple, and the next moment, Zhang Chongxiu turned into a ghost light and returned to the statue.

At this time, Huang Ping took out three pillars of incense, lit them, and then respectfully bowed in front of the statue.

Seeing Huang Ping and Zhang Chongxiu's actions, none of the people present were surprised, Zhang Chongxiu, as a ghost and god worthy of worshipping the city emperor, could not take action against the court officials, otherwise the city emperor would sense it as soon as possible

Emperor Hou Cheng could deprive Zhang Chongxiu of all his power with a single thought.

However, this problem can be avoided by using the upper body, Zhang Chongxiu got on Huang Ping's body, so it was Huang Ping who did it to the court officials, although Huang Ping was a temple blessing, but he was just an ordinary person, and he was not restricted by this rule.

At this time, Huang Ping stood in front of the statue, his hands were pointed at the top of his head, and there were words in his mouth, and the whole person began to sway, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment, but suddenly, Zhang Chongxiu's figure rushed out of the statue and pounced on Huang Ping.

The next moment, Huang Ping's footsteps stood firmly, and his shriveled body seemed to be inflated at this moment, and instantly grew into a large circle, turning into a sturdy man with a height of nearly nine feet, and then Huang Ping jumped off the teahouse and pulled out a thick iron rod from a carriage, looking at its weight, it was at least two or three hundred catties, but in Huang Ping's hands, it was like a wooden stick, swinging freely.

"I'm afraid this strength is not at the level of a second-rate martial artist."

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded, and one of them even muttered in a low voice.

"I'm afraid there is."

The other person also nodded solemnly, you must know that although the realm division of the horizontal martial artist is the same as that of the internal martial artist, the strength is not the same, the third-rate internal martial artist has the power of a thousand catties, but that is under the blessing of internal force, and the horizontal martial artist is also the power of a thousand catties, but the horizontal martial artist is pure physical power.

A third-rate horizontal martial artist can hold a weapon weighing seventy or eighty pounds and wield it for two or three hours, but a martial artist with internal strength can't carry it for half an hour, let alone two or three hours, so the division of the realm is a joke for a martial artist who practices horizontally, and a martial artist in the same realm is stronger than a martial artist with internal strength by more than one realm. ….

If it weren't for the fact that the cost of practicing horizontal martial arts is many times more than that of the internal martial arts, the internal strength would have been eliminated long ago.

"They're all crazy?"

Only the old man frowned, he lived longer than others, and the more things he knew, the general magic technique was not so powerful, the divine power of the divine art was the divinity of the gods, for the gods, it was already a great gift to be able to lend an insignificant wisp of divinity, and Zhang Chongxiu not only went on his body this time, but also poured all the condensed divinity of his tens of hundreds of years into Huang Ping's body, which could no longer be said to be a gift, but gave his life to Huang Ping.

"Let's go."

At this time, Huang Ping spoke, but Zhang Chongxiu's voice came out.

"Good!"

Hearing this, the old man nodded hurriedly.

"Young Master, the fog is getting stronger and stronger, and we are all out of the maze."

Looking at the surrounding scenery to reach seven or eight feet away, Faubber spoke.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the alleyway, and when he saw the figure, Fauber hurriedly pulled his hand, and the horse's hooves were raised high, and then fell to the ground.

At this moment, the figure reluctantly threw the stick in his hand, and in the next moment, the stick flew towards the carriage with a terrifying roar.

The person who came was Huang Ping, who was behind the invitation to God, and it could also be said that it was Zhang Chongxiu!

"Young Master, be careful!"

Seeing this scene, Fauber hurriedly stopped in front of the carriage, and the next moment, the iron rod had already flown in front of the horse with a terrifying wind whistle.

Burst!

Even the stones thrown by ordinary people can kill people, not to mention Huang Ping, who has thousands of catties of huge strength, only to see that the iron rod hit the side face of the horse, and half of the flesh and blood on the horse's face were scraped off by the iron rod in an instant, and even the bones were scraped off a lot.

The next moment, the iron rod still rushed towards Fauber with irresistible might!

Winter!

Katsa!

A muffled sound and a crunch sounded at the same time, and the iron rod smashed a large piece of the carriage, flew several feet away, and stuck diagonally on the ground.

At this time, a large hole was broken in the chest of the paper man possessed by Fuber, and the large hole was torn from the chest to the arm, and it was obvious that Fuber borrowed the body of the paper man to forcibly reverse the direction of the iron bar.

Hiss! Hiss!

Then the horse fell to the ground with a bang, lay on the ground and let out a wail, and kicked its hooves wildly!

In the carriage, Su Hao's face was full of heart

Color, if it weren't for Fu Bo blocking this stick, he would probably be more than lucky.

At this time, Huang Ping, who was standing in the middle of the street, rushed forward and rushed towards the carriage.

Seeing this, Su Hao waved his hand, and the natal paper man jumped out of the carriage and met Huang Ping, and at the same time took out a stack of paper figures from his sleeve and pressed it the palm of his hand.

The paper man greedily absorbed the blood, and Su Hao's face became pale, but he didn't stop, the pressure brought to him by Huang Ping was too great, the power of the iron rod just now, even He Liu, a first-class martial artist, was far behind, if he was close to Huang Ping, he would definitely die!

At this time, the natal paper man had already approached Huang Ping, and he cracked down with a knife!

I saw that Huang Ping dodged the paper knife with a sideways turn, and then punched the waist of the natal paper man, and the natal paper man suddenly flew upside down a few feet away, but for the natal paper man, this kind of injury is not even an itch. ….

Fortunately, at this time, the paper man had already absorbed enough blood and became bright red, Su Hao raised his hand, and the blood paper people flew out, fell to the ground and turned into the size of an ordinary person, and then killed Huang Ping with a knife.

Seeing this scene, Huang Ping's face changed, although after inviting Zhang Chongxiu to come up, his strength was dozens of times stronger, and ordinary people couldn't hurt him even if they used a knife, but these bloody paper people in front of him were much stronger than ordinary people at a glance, and he might not be able to block the knives of these paper people, thinking of this, Huang Ping rushed forward, knocked a bloody paper man, and rushed to the iron bar not far away.

Huang Ping's movements were too fast, and even Su Hao didn't react, and when he reacted, Huang Ping was already less than two feet away from the iron rod.

With the iron rod in hand, Huang Ping was arrogant, and strode towards the carriage, and at the same time, three or four figures appeared from the street, followed by nearly two hundred bean soldiers, who were the masters of the White Lotus Sect.

"Young Master, this is a bean soldier refined in the sect."

Zhao Xiaoer also saw Dou Bing and hurriedly said.

Hearing Zhao Xiaoer's words, Su Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, although the White Lotus Sect has the spell of sprinkling beans into soldiers, but not everyone can refine bean soldiers, and in the White Lotus Sect, there are only a handful of people who can refine bean soldiers.

This time it's really fatal, a Huang Ping whose strength is stronger than He Liu, and a White Lotus Sect master who doesn't know the depths.

"Ding Niangzi, can you stop those bean soldiers?"

After pondering for a while, Su Hao said, although he didn't think that Zhao Xiaoer would have different intentions, but he didn't want Zhao Xiaoer to maintain too much combat power, and the other party still had people from the White Lotus Sect, if Zhao Xiaoer suddenly turned back at a critical moment, it would be really fatal.

"Young master, don't worry, those people will be handed over to the people's women."

Zhao Xiaoer is also a delicate person, and he guessed Su Hao's mind in an instant, so he said with a smile.

Walking outside the carriage, Zhao Xiaoer took out a large handful of soybeans from his sleeve, raised his hand, and the soybeans rolled on the ground, and the next moment they turned into bean soldiers, and then killed on the street.

On the other side, Huang Ping was besieged by the blood paper people, almost killing all directions, and the iron rod passed, and one by one the blood paper people were stopped and smashed.

Seeing this, Su Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he took out two round balls the size of eggs from the secret pocket of his belt.

It was the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb he had exchanged before, he thought that with his strength, he shouldn't be able to use this thing, but he didn't expect to use it now.

As soon as the thought moved, the natal paper man left the battlefield and returned to the carriage, and Su Hao placed the two thunderbolt fire bombs on the left and the right, one on the left and one on the right, in the palm of the natal paper man.

The next moment, the natal paper man rushed out of the carriage and approached Huang Ping, although Huang Ping's strength was much stronger than that of ordinary first-class martial artists, but the Su family also had a method of cultivating the magic technique, and he was also very clear about the weakness of the magic technique, the power borrowed by the magic was only an external force, not obtained through perennial practice, and Huang Ping's perception ability was not much stronger than that of ordinary people.

If Huang Ping was a normal martial arts powerhouse, he would never have the idea of using the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb, because the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb had not yet approached, and the other party would already be able to detect the danger.

Seeing the natal paper man approaching, Huang Ping just smashed it out with a stick as before!

Seeing that Huang Ping really didn't perceive the danger, the left hand of the natal paper man seemed to turn into one at this moment

The snake, wrapped around the iron rod several times, then flew with the iron rod, but was not smashed into the air. ….

At this time, Huang Ping also found out that something was wrong and wanted to let go of the iron rod, but unfortunately it was too late, and the right hand of the natal paper man pressed on Huang Ping's waist fiercely.

The next moment, an earth-shattering roar sounded!

In an instant, a fierce light shines!

When the light dissipated, the right hand of the natal paper man had disappeared, and Huang Ping was even more miserable, from the waist to the chest had completely disappeared, leaving only the head and neck with a broken arm, and even the wound was turned into black charcoal.

Looking at Su Hao in the carriage, Huang Ping's eyes were full of unwillingness, and he opened his mouth, but there was no sound, and he didn't expect that this situation of absolute dominance would be turned over by Su Hao so easily, and an explosion, not only would he be killed, but even Zhang Chongxiu seemed to be blown away.

Seeing Huang Ping's unwilling eyes, Su Hao didn't even have the mind to pay attention, and controlled the natal paper man to rush towards the street, and there was a master of the White Lotus Sect waiting for him to deal with it.

He told Zhao Xiaoer before that Jinyiwei's reward for Xu Hongru's disciples was not fake, in the mission hall, Xu Hongru's hundreds of personal disciples, except for those who had fallen into the hands of the imperial court, the rest were a few small merits, and even three or four big merits.

Outside the maze, the old man and the others also heard the earth-shattering roar, but they didn't have any spells to peep into the movements in the formation, and they didn't dare to withdraw the spells at will, for fear that they would be unhelpful.

"Summon some more beans to defend around."

Looking at the maze, the old man took out a dozen soybeans from his arms and handed them to one person beside him, although the enemy was still trapped in the maze, he still felt a little uneasy.

"Yes!"

The person who received the soybeans hurriedly bowed down and answered.

At this moment, a white figure suddenly rushed out of the maze, just rushing into the middle of the old man, and the next moment, the sword in the left hand of the natal paper man flashed, and the old man instantly covered his throat and fell to the ground.

His eyes were full of confusion, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to ask something, but all that came out of his mouth was blood.

In the carriage, Su Hao was also stunned, he was ready for a hard battle, but he didn't expect it to be so easy, easier than pie falling from the sky.

And at this time, without the control of the old man and others, the fog that shrouded the streets disappeared, the maze dissipated, and the people who were under control also fell to the ground, not only that, but even the bean soldiers who were entangled by Zhao Xiaoerding all exploded and turned into soybeans again, and the remaining three White Lotus Sect masters were also surrounded by Zhao Xiaoer's bean regiment, and soon died under the attack of the natal paper man.

"Ding Niangzi, do you know these people?"

Standing in front of the corpses of the old man, Su Hao said curiously.

"Uncle! How is this possible?"

And Zhao Xiaoer's face changed when he saw the old man's appearance, obviously not believing that the old man would die in the hands of Su Hao so easily.

"Is this your uncle?"

Hearing Zhao Xiaoer, Su Hao was also stunned, this was the first time he had killed the enemy so easily, it was easier than picking it up for nothing, but he didn't expect it to be a big fish.

If the old man knew Su Hao's thoughts at this time, he would immediately have to cheat the corpse, and the elder who smelled the incense in his dignified manner was described as easier than picking it up for nothing.

"He is my master's senior brother, and the specific name is not clear to the people."

Zhao Xiaoer shook his head and said, "The folk woman only knows that he is good at corpse poison techniques and formations, and it seems that my master asked him to take action to break through several cities in a row when he raised his army."

"So powerful?"

Su Hao was also a little puzzled, such a powerful character actually died in his hands like a joke.

However, what Su Hao didn't know was that most of the old mana's mana had been consumed to control those people and formations, and the rest of the people were just some ordinary White Lotus Sect disciples with limited strength, and he sent three and some bean soldiers to help Huang Ping, and just wanted others to summon bean soldiers to defend, but he was slashed by his natal paper man.

Thinking about it, Su Hao didn't stop, but controlled the natal paper man and began to grope for the old man, except for him who was helpless, normal people would not take important things with them when they went out, but handed over important things to their families in case of death, and important things fell into the hands of the enemy, but these people in front of them were all remnants of the White Lotus Sect, and there should be no family, and important things would most likely be carried with them.

Soon, the natal paper man found a bunch of bottles and cans from the old man, as well as a book with a detailed explanation of the formation.

But Su Hao didn't touch it easily, he didn't forget, Zhao Xiaoer said, this old guy is good at corpse poison, if he loses his life because of carelessness, he will die blindly.

At this moment, Su Hao found that a large group of people were approaching in the distance, and hurriedly summoned the remaining dozen or so blood paper people over and blocked them in front.

When the other party approached, Su Hao found that the other party was wearing the clothes of the servants, and he should have found out that something was wrong here, so he would come over.

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