Eight Palaces!

Hachinomiya Wen Wanwan has seen this thing Wen Wanwan once, but it is definitely not all the power.

After all, it's not a life-and-death battle, but it's a little bit petty to go all out in the case of sparring.

Even the Buddhists who have always been picking and searching can't do this kind of thing, let alone the big disciples of the Daomen.

But now it's not a competition, this group of head lowering masters really intends to kill them, and the disciples of the Dao Sect clearly know from the day they enter that learning Dao art is not for how strong the cultivation is, but for punishing the evil and promoting the good.

It was the oath that all the Daomen disciples who had entered the sect had personally promised in front of the ancestral master.

Those who learn the Tao are pure-hearted and have few desires, one is not greedy for appetite, two is not bullying the weak, three is not a traitor, and the disciples of the four sects should take the common people in the world as their own responsibility, those who are Taoists, and the people are the foundation.

From the Heavenly Master to the Taoist boy at the door, everyone up and down kept this oath.

Originally, there was no chance, after all, once something happened in the country, the law enforcement department would have rushed to deal with it.

The time when you can use the Dao Gate is extremely limited, unless it is an emergency, and the Dao Gate happens to be close to this to have a chance to do it.

But now the situation is different, five puppets mean five lives, and the most one is followed by nine puppets, and these eight people don't know how many ordinary people have been killed to refine so many puppets.

Almost instantly, Song Bingxu's eight palaces were opened to the limit.

Hachinomiya: Wheel of Life and Death!

With the gushing of mana, the two phantom gods located at the Gate of Life and the Gate of Death floated out and formed a huge Taiji diagram on the entire Eight Palaces.

"Go!"

With Song Bingxu's one-handed finger, the entire Taiji diagram rushed towards the forest in an instant.

The screams mixed with the sound of the puppet breaking kept coming, which also made Song Bingxu's face more and more cold.

Although the Eight Palaces were realized by himself, he was also a Dao Sect Fa no matter what, and he had a strong restraint against evil.

The production of dolls is basically made through the torture of life and the extraction of living souls after death to make puppets.

This also led to the fact that Hachinomiya could vaguely see some of the tragic conditions before the souls when he broke the puppet.

In the face of this kind of vicious and vicious, scum in the world, not to mention Song Bingxu, who grew up in the kind of education of Daomen that takes all the people as his own responsibility, but any young man under the red flag can't stand it.

It is precisely because of this that Song Bingxu's attack is getting heavier and heavier, and even the final scream is no longer humanoid.

The rest of the people quickly withdrew the spell they were watching, after all, this level of combat was indeed a bit of a test for most people.

But Wen Wanwan feels okay, in fact, as long as you don't treat these things as people, the pressure is not so great, just like slaughtering a few beasts.

Eight people and puppets left a mess in just ten minutes, and Song Bingxu used the Eight Palaces Tuhe Car to directly bury it.

After all, they still have to rest here tonight, and if such a big smell of blood attracts some fierce beasts, it will also add unnecessary trouble.

Wen Wanwan once again used her mental power to turn around the vicinity along the warning device, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Her decision today allowed them to really get rid of their pursuers, at least only these twenty people could catch up tonight.

Although the speed is quite fast, the strength is really not very good.

Even Song Bingxu's Eight Palaces were not completely used, but only the doors of life and death were used.

"Take turns to be on guard, tonight I, Xiaoyue, and Hu Tianzhi are the three of us who have not fought for four hours."

"I use my mental power to make an alarm device, and if there is a problem, I will break it directly, and then the mental power will directly stimulate everyone to be sober."

Wen Wanwan's command was obviously recognized by everyone, Hu Tianzhi simply believed in Wen Wanwan, and the rest of the people were either too lazy to care about this kind of, or they didn't want to think about it at all.

This kind of team is also Wen Wanwan's favorite to bring, there is only one decision-making voice of a team, once there are two voices, then the team will encounter any emergency will lead to casualties due to inconsistent decision-making.

The alarm device can be done in a few minutes for Wen Wanwan, and the arrangement of the alarm is relatively easy.

Hu Tianzhi, as a young man, must not be able to sleep so early, so let him sleep four hours in front of him, and sleep less in the evening, which is suitable for the middle four hours.

And Xiaoyue can go to bed early, and when the four hours of Wen Evening are over, she won't be too sleepy when she wakes up, and the four hours in the second half of the night will be handed over to her.

When everything was ready, a group of people quickly got into the tent and fell asleep.

This night was relatively peaceful, and there were twenty people who lost their heads, and there was some deterrent power to a greater or lesser extent, at least tonight, they didn't dare to do it again.

By the time it got light in the woods, Satsuki had already cooked breakfast for everyone.

A pot of fragrant vegetable porridge, paired with bacon and pickles and refreshing pickled cucumbers, is not much worse than eating at home.

After eating and drinking, Wen Wanwan also explained to a few people, and then took out her own live broadcast equipment.

It's daytime, and no matter what this group of head lowerers want to do, at least they won't do it in broad daylight.

Coupled with the dense forest area here, it is also very suitable for a live broadcast in the evening to take the audience to find the rich wildlife here.

The dark live broadcast room finally lit up after a long period of darkness, and a large number of viewers used it one after another.

The Yangtze crocodile is beaten every day: [Throne, crying, finally there is a live broadcast to watch!] 】

Xiaobai can't wake up: [Sofa, okay, it should be true that the live broadcast will not be interrupted for the next period of time, right? ] 】

Li Hanxia: [Front row, the live broadcast is normal, and my schedule is about to be normal! ] 】

Wen Wanwan glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

During this time, metaphysical things involved too much energy in her, but now that everything is on the right track, she can finally continue to do her old job.

After all, cultivation has been in contact since childhood, and the old stationmaster took himself out of the garbage heap, spent most of his savings to treat himself, and handed over the druid inheritance to himself.

Even in order for himself to go further on the path of cultivation in the future, he spent a lot of effort to arrange a back path for himself.

Even if Wen Wanwan doesn't like these trivial things anymore, she has to do it, not only to pave the way for her future, but also to live up to the old stationmaster's heart of treating herself as a daughter.

"We're in the fabled Golden Triangle jungle, where there is so much wildlife that it's easy to find them." (End of chapter)