"Bang!"

There was a dull loud bang.

The spirit bell magic weapon that was blocking in front of Zhang Daosheng was knocked away by a white sharp arrow.

The spirit bell rang in mourning, and the bell shrank sharply and flew back into Zhang Daosheng's hand.

At a glance, this offensive and defensible spirit bell magic weapon was actually cracked by white paper arrows.

But before Zhang Daosheng could feel distressed, a paper puppet holding a sword and shield was thrown directly in front of Zhang Daosheng by another paper puppet from the foot of the city wall.

The paper puppet raised his knife and slashed at Zhang Daosheng, frightening his face to change greatly.

This scene can be seen everywhere on the city wall of Zhangjiabao.

The Zhang family monks constantly released spells, spirit runes, or manipulated magic weapons to attack the paper puppets.

But whether it is a spell or a magic weapon, attacking the paper puppet is useless except for making a "bang" sound like a blunt knife cutting through the hard cowhide.

Whether it's fire bombs, ice archery, or flying sword spells, they are all ineffective against paper puppets.

Gradually, the Zhang family monks despaired.

The paper puppets that couldn't even be destroyed by a single blow from the foundation building monk were indeed not something that ordinary Qi cultivation period monks could contend with.

Previously, Su Ming and the Ghost Mother Bodhisattva had fought so hard, but now he changed his opponent to a group of Qi cultivation period cultivators, and the scene was suddenly one-sided.

It was as if the opposite side had become a flock of lambs, to be slaughtered.

"Can't stop it, can't stop it, retreat, retreat!"

One of Zhang's servants, Xiu, was the first to collapse, and he fled frantically towards the town crying and screaming.

"No retreat, no retreat!"

Behind him, a ninth-level Qi cultivator used a flying sword to cut off the head of the fleeing servant cultivator, and shouted, "The other party has dozens of puppets, we have hundreds of people, hold on, he must lose!" ”

The monk who shouted was a monk from Zhang Jiajing's generation, and he was about forty years old.

But before he could finish speaking, a sharp arrow came straight at the door in front of him.

Although he had a ninth-level Qi cultivation skill, his strength was still a cut behind Zhang Daosheng's, and an attack that exceeded the limit of a Qi cultivation period cultivator directly took his life.

Lost the person who supervised the war, not to mention the servants of the Zhang family, many of the children of the Zhang family couldn't hold on, and began to flee frantically into Zhangjiabao.

Seeing the rout of the enemy, the corners of Su Ming's mouth, who were ten miles away, couldn't help but raise a smile.

Compared with face-to-face hard fighting, it is the best policy to control the paper puppet to destroy the enemy from a distance.

Of course, it is safe to destroy the enemy from a long distance, but because it cannot be repaired in time by the Immortal Palace, the combat power is definitely not as good as the face-to-face hard fight.

Su Ming opened his eyes and stood up.

Side.

Mu Qingyan, who was protecting Su Ming's Dharma, saw Su Ming stand up, and quickly stood up.

Su Ming glanced at her, in less than half a pillar of incense, after swallowing the healing elixir, Mu Qingyan's injuries had recovered a lot, at least there was no big problem in using the true yuan.

Seeing this, Su Ming said, "Let's go, the Zhang family is broken." ”

"What?"

Mu Qingyan was a little dazed.

"Go to Zhangjiabao."

Hearing this, Mu Qingyan glanced at Su Ming deeply, and immediately summoned the crane and flew towards Zhangjiabao with the two of them.

Ten miles away in a flash.

When the two set foot in Zhangjiabao, the opposite side had become a scorched earth.

The corpses of the Zhang family monks were lying everywhere.

But whether it was Mu Qingyan or Su Ming, they were not touched by the scene in front of them in the slightest.

Compared with what the Zhang family monk did to the monk of Qingshuifang City, the retribution suffered by the Zhang family at this moment is not even one-tenth.

As the two walked towards the depths of Zhangjiabao.

There were sporadic shouts of killing from time to time ahead, but the shouts quickly subsided.

Su Ming's footsteps did not stop, and he kept walking towards Zhang Daoquan's patriarch's mansion.

......

In front of a vermilion gate, Su Ming stopped.

This is the residence of Zhang Daoquan, the patriarch of the Zhang family.

Only now, both sides of the gate are full of paper puppets, and these paper puppets are like a queue of soldiers.

The two walked into the mansion.

Su Ming saw the captive who was captured by the paper puppet.

The mansion was full of blood and charred marks.

Obviously, in order to capture these captives, the paper puppets fought each other fiercely here.

At this moment, the monks of the Zhang family were kneeling on the ground, all with a white paper knife around their necks, and there were a total of thirteen captives.

The captured monks had all seen the power of the paper knife and had no doubt that it could cut off their heads.

"You are the guard of the Zhang family?"

Su Ming walked up to an old man with gray hair and covered in blood, and said condescendingly.

Zhang Daosheng raised his head, stared at Su Ming, and suddenly laughed wildly: "A little Qi Cultivation Seventh-Layer Cultivator is also worthy of talking to the old man!" ”

After that, he looked at Mu Qingyan, "Fairy Mu's methods, my Zhang family has learned it, if you want to kill or chop, just listen to it." ”

Su Ming waved his hand expressionlessly.

"Brush!"

The paper puppet raised and fell, and a good head became a rolling gourd.

"From now on, I ask, you answer, each person only has one chance."

After speaking, Su Ming walked up to the first person: "Where is the Zhang family library?" ”

The man's eyes showed hatred, and then he snorted and turned his head away angrily.

"Brush!"

Another head fell to the ground.

"Ahh I'm fighting with you! ”

One of the monks went completely insane, and he tried to fight hard, but before he could make a move, the paper puppet cut off his head.

killed three people in a row, and the Zhang family captives present were immediately shocked, and they were silent one by one.

"Boom."

One of the monks swallowed nervously.

Su Ming walked up to him and said with a cold face, "Where is the Zhang family library?" ”

"I know, I know."

"Brush!"

A knife fell, and another head rolled down.

Behind him, Mu Qingyan couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene.

Don't say kill, say kill, Su Daoyou's methods are really ruthless.

"Answering too slowly,"

Su Ming's face was expressionless, and he continued to walk in front of the fourth person, and the question remained the same: "Where is the Zhang family library?" ”

"In the third hall of the Patriarch's Mansion, I am one of the monks who are responsible for guarding the clan treasury on weekdays, I will show you the way, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

This man spoke the answer at the fastest speed in his life, without the slightest hint of mud.

Nonsense, Su Ming, the killer star, has completely broken his psychological defense, he is eager to survive, he just wants to live at the moment, as for the rest, this person doesn't want to think about it at all.

"Good,"

Su Ming nodded, "Everyone else, all killed." ”

When the words fell, one head after another fell.

The Zhang family's patriarch's mansion was suddenly filled with blood.

Su Ming glanced at the only surviving Zhang family cultivator, this person only had a sixth-level Qi cultivation level, and he was not as tall as him.

"Let's go."

"Yes, yes."

The only surviving monk of the Zhang family stood up tremblingly, his pants already stained with urine.

It is also a strange news that a dignified monk was actually frightened into incontinence.

Su Ming and Mu Qingyan followed him and came to the third hall of the Zhang family's patriarch's mansion.