"You, what did you say!?" You Jinsong asked in shock, his voice trembling.

Hearing the words of the white-haired old man, Su Xinyu, Ma Lingyun, the tall and short two Dao, and even the fat junior disciples on the formation, were all very surprised, but they only thought that the white-haired old Dao was scolding the formation, nothing more. At this time, it was very unusual for everyone to see You Jinsong, they had never seen him so frightened in their impressions, and his body was shaking at this moment.

Seeing that the junior brother was so panicked, Su Xinyu was also stunned, and immediately persuaded: "Jinsong, don't listen to his nonsense, how many catties and taels are there in the evil way? It is ridiculous to have such delusions! At present, only one junior brother has been paid, and he has already lost one person, and he still wants to set foot on my mountain gate? You, really, are just two big words of the evil way, why are you so afraid?"

You Jinsong's face was full of horror, and he said dumbfoundedly: "He, how does he know that today is the day of the Sect Leader's Sitting and Ascension?"

"The day of the Sect Leader's Sitting and Ascension?" Su Xinyu muttered, suddenly startled, and asked tightly: "What!? Could it be that as the Evil Dao said, today is really the day of the Sect Leader's Sitting and Ascension!?"

You Jinsong consciously lost his words, and immediately shut up, pretending to be puzzled and looking at Su Xinyu.

Su Xinyu had already come back to her senses at this time, and immediately asked, "No! How do you know!?"

You Jinsong said innocently: "I, I don't know!"

Su Xinyu asked, "You must know! Otherwise, why are you so flustered?"

You Jinsong was stunned suddenly, then looked at everyone present silently, suddenly smiled, and said, "Haha, are you fooled!? As Senior Sister said, now that only one person is paid, it will be difficult for them to deal with it, so how can they do any harm to my Qingcheng!?"

"You...... It's really a fight!" Su Xinyu glanced at him and scolded him.

Although everyone felt that he was playing with everyone a little too much at this time, they dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so they only pouted slightly and ignored him, and turned to look at the front of the formation.

At this moment, after the white-haired old Taoist scolded viciously, the horse-faced Taoist behind him also scolded, but it was no one else who was scolded, it was the white-haired old dao.

"Bastard, how can you tell them about the attack on Qingcheng by the Five Route Army, if the matter is revealed and the big thing is ruined, can you afford to be offended!?" the horse-faced Taoist scolded in a low voice with a blue face.

The white-haired old man turned his head and shouted while crying: "I can't care so much! My three brothers have been with each other for a long time, and now that the two virtuous brothers have been martyred, I, I want to avenge them!" the white-haired old man said, and immediately took out a fist-sized leather drum from his arms.

The disciples of Qingcheng heard the white-haired old Taoist mouth to avenge his brother, and at this time he took out a small drum, thinking that he was going to drive the evil law, seeing that he looked extremely vicious and bound to win, they guessed that this evil law was naturally profound and abnormal, and they couldn't help but worry about the senior brother before the battle.

At this time, Liang Shiming saw Lu Yezi holding a dog oil beard, and kept staring at the small drum in the hand of the white-haired old man, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Puppet drum!?" Lu Yezi said coldly.

Liang Shiming was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly: "What, what?"

"The leather drum in the hands of this old evil way is mostly a puppet walking corpse. Lu Yezi said and pointed to the sluggish and godless white-faced evil path not far behind the white-haired old Dao, and said, "I think you have already seen it, that is the evil way that was beaten to death by the monk in Xiangji Temple! After his death, he was used by the advanced people of the evil law to detain the remnants of the lonely soul with the 'puppet corpse technique', making him a walking corpse!"

"Puppetry?"

Lu Yezi nodded and said, "This is an ancient technique! Although this technique has been passed down for a long time, it has only been passed down among the evil demons and the outer realms, and it disappeared from the world with the evil sect as early as eight hundred years ago. Now it is only led by the Dog National Master, and the disciples of the righteous and evil path have this evil art!" At this time, casually mentioning a real person, Lu Yezi couldn't help but curse again, and turned to point to the white-faced evil way, and said, "After his death, his eyes were gouged out, and he was beaten into the evil law from his eye sockets, and two Dao runes were used to seal his eyes, so as to suppress the remnants of the lonely soul! And before that, he had to take the skin and flesh on his body and make a leather drum to use as a 'trigger'!"

Hearing Lu Yezi say this, Liang Shiming remembered that he was sealed by the Xuanhua Bell again, and couldn't help but be shocked, and asked, "Yiluo!?"

"Exactly! Seal his soul, and the person who casts the spell can use this drum to manipulate the puppet corpse! This puppet corpse is not alive or dead, and is extremely numb, as long as the limbs are still there, it will obey the giver's order and do everything he can!"

After Lu Yezi finished speaking, Liang Shiming looked at the white-faced evil path that turned into a walking corpse in the distance, and felt a chill on his spine, and his face became slightly pale.

The reason why he was so frightened at this moment was because he thought of his strange reaction after hearing the Xuanhua Bell.

Liang Shiming couldn't help but feel excited, and then thought in his heart: Could it be that I have been controlled by the Xuanhua Bell? No! The previous immortal had already returned me! If I was still in danger, he would have made it clear at that time that he would definitely not let it go!

Thinking of this, Liang Shiming immediately put his mind at ease, and he was no longer afraid.

It's just because in his heart, the last immortal is not only an old immortal with kind eyebrows and good eyes, but also a life-saving benefactor who makes him convinced!

Just when Liang Shiming was stunned, the white-haired old man had already inserted the dust behind him, holding the drum in his left hand, and the three fingers of his right hand were intertwined, pinching out a strange trick, and as he recited the words in his mouth, the three fingers of his right hand were also beating the leather drum with the rhythm.

And as the white-haired old dao continued to beat the leather drum, the white-faced evil dao behind him had come to his side like a ghost, and then walked straight towards the fat disciple holding the big sword.

The people in Qingcheng didn't care too much about it from a distance, and at this time, when the white-faced evil path came to the front of the formation, they couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing that this extremely thin, skinny, skinny, young Taoist priest had a miserable face, blood-red lips, and empty eyes, there was a ball of rune paper!

At this moment, under the beating of the leather drum, the rune paper ball is spinning and trembling in the eye sockets.

Everyone saw the clue and shouted to the front of the formation: "Senior Brother Fu, it's a puppet corpse, be careful!"

The fat disciple turned his head and said with a relaxed face: "It's okay! Senior Brother once talked about this evil art when he started the class, and after I broke the puppet corpse, and then sent the old evil way of casting spells and the evil way of riding a deer together, we will go back to the mountain together!"

At this time, seeing that the fat disciple looked confident, Liang Shiming thought that it was not so simple.

At this time, seeing that the leather drum in the white-haired old Taoist's hand was beating faster and faster, suddenly, he slammed the leather drum hard, and at the same time, the white-faced evil Dao that was walking towards the fat disciple also stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the white-haired old man's eyes widened, and he hissed: "Kill!"

As soon as the word "kill" came up, the white-faced evil way suddenly raised his head, but Liang Shiming saw that there was a large blood hole like a bowl on his neck, guessing that the skin and flesh here must have been dug up to make a leather drum, and he couldn't help but secretly praise Lu Yezi, who was well-informed and experienced.

The next moment, before the sound of the word "kill" fell, and I didn't see any movement from the white-faced evil dao, a few people jumped up out of thin air, unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and swooped down to kill the fat disciple of Qingcheng!

The fat disciple looked up closely, and saw the white-faced evil dao swooping down with a fan, but there was nothing surprising, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a contemptuous smile.

Seeing that the fat disciple was still calm and motionless just like Fang had just fought against the blood cow, everyone in Qingcheng couldn't help but shout: "Senior Brother Fu, don't be big!"

The fat disciple turned his head slightly and shouted, "It's okay! It's just a puppet corpse, and it's okay......

At this moment, without waiting for the fat disciple to continue, the white-faced evil path had already opened its fan, rushing to the top of his head from top to bottom.

The fat disciple knew that it was taboo to hit him, so he immediately jumped backwards, and at the same time, the big sword in his hand slashed at the place where the white-faced evil path in front of him was about to rush.

However, he didn't know that what he encountered in front of him was not an ordinary puppet corpse, its internal organs had already been hollowed out, and the joints of the body had been broken and reconnected with rattan tendons.

At this time, according to his calculations in his heart, the white-faced evil path should have rushed to the front, but was cut off by his big sword, but he didn't think about it, but the white-faced evil way did not continue to rush, but when it was approaching, he suddenly slammed and his body weakened, and he actually bent back like a long robe, and then the whole person actually drilled at himself from under the sword that was cut horizontally.

"Ahh

In mid-air, the fat disciple Dajian lost his center of gravity when he walked into the air, and he was seriously injured, but fortunately, his cultivation was solid, and he made his feet fall to the ground steadily through breath adjustment, and at the same time, he heard the people in Qingcheng behind him shouting: "Be careful!"

The fat disciple had just landed, and when he heard the shouting at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it anymore, and he saw that the white-faced evil path was also following him, lying flat on the ground in front of him like clothes.

After just one glance, the fat disciple screamed badly, and the next glance, before he could dodge, the white-faced evil path had already clinged to the ground and rushed from his crotch to behind him, and returned to its original shape like a tight and inflatable state.

Seeing that he had sold his back, the fat disciple broke out in a cold sweat, and he panicked, and when he thought of hurrying forward and leaving, it was too late......

At this moment, the white-faced evil path had already rushed to his back, his legs were tied like vines, and his two hands pulled out the rune paper balls in his eye sockets, which were respectively held in the palms, and then the two arms were like spiritual snakes, quickly wrapping around the arms of the fat disciple, and finally turned out from his armpits, rushing at his temples on both sides, and slapped suddenly!

"Ahh

At this time, everyone in Qingcheng couldn't help but be shocked, and You Jinsong shouted first: "Senior Brother Fu! What's wrong with you!?"

"How can he reply when he looks like this? Why don't you go and save him quickly!?" Su Xinyu anxiously urged.

In a hurry, looking at the junior brother who was merged into one by the puppet corpse, You Jinsong frowned, and he didn't know what to do, so he said in a panic: "This ......"

"Senior Brother Fu, I'm here!"

Just as You Jinsong hesitated, the short disciple shouted and rushed forward with his sword first.

This shout also woke Liang Shiming up, he looked at the fat disciple with frightened eyes, and found that at this moment, after reciting the white-faced evil way, the fat disciple's movements and demeanor were the same as the white-faced evil way of Fang Cai.

"What's going on?" asked Liang Shiming in fear.

"Oh no! He's possessed!" Lu Yezi exclaimed.

"Is that the yellow rune paper ball?" Liang Shiming asked tightly.

"Yes, that's the source of the evil law that controls the puppet corpse!"

"Didn't he already cultivate to the first level of 'cultivation concentration' and ascend to the upper level, why was he so easily possessed by this evil art?"

"Although he has reached the upper level of 'cultivation and concentration of essence', before he reaches the realm of the second level of 'refining and refining qi', he will never be able to achieve 'having thoughts in his heart and the Dharma in his form', so even if he cultivates to the upper level of the first layer, he will at most be full of essence and extremely powerful, but he still can't rely on himself to resist the invasion of evil laws! Of course, there is another point, that is, Qingcheng Taoist priests like him are all too young and have no experience in facing the enemy!"

"Then, how can I save him?" Liang Shiming asked anxiously.

Lu Yezi pointed to the white-haired old man who was chanting a spell and beating a drum in the distance, and said, "Just kill the person who casts the spell quietly!"

"How quietly?"

"Drive Excalibur!"

"Excalibur, where is Excalibur?"

Lu Yezi pointed to Liang Shiming's chest and said, "Here!"