But even though Wang Mou kept praying for this here, in fact, the situation on the field was not as ideal as Wang Mou imagined.

But just as Wang Mou thought, the saint was actually waiting for such an opportunity, a chance to successfully kill the puppeteer with one blow, but now this is indeed difficult to find this opportunity.

Because although it looks like the puppeteer is blindly attacking on the scene now, no matter how you look at it, there is no too obvious defense in defense.

But only people in the realm of a saint can find that although the current puppeteer is constantly attacking, his defense has not relaxed for a moment, because the saint is still constantly calculating in the process of fighting.

Due to the unique characteristics of the saint's connection between heaven and man, the saint's ability to calculate divination is still very good, but in this situation, no matter how the saint calculates now, no matter how he attacks at that point in time, the probability of being able to inflict a one-hit kill on the puppeteer is no more than half of it, and even sometimes the probability of causing effective damage is not more than fifty percent.

So no matter how helpless the saint was, the saint had no choice but to be under constant pressure, while calculating the probability of victory, while carefully dodging the puppeteer's attack, looking very embarrassed and miserable.

But the saint also knew in his heart that he might not have too long to continue to drag it down, because the puppeteer's attack on the saint just now was actually very dangerous, and this attack even directly penetrated the entire abdomen of the saint, causing great damage to the saint's vitality.

Although it is said that the saint is constantly replenishing his vitality through the scripture in his hand, the injuries caused to the saint by the puppeteer's attack are actually still raging, and the speed at which the scripture in the saint's hand replenishes the vitality is far less than the speed at which the saint's vitality is depleted.

Even if the saint is a veteran powerhouse in the entire continent, his strength is unfathomable, but in this case, he is really enough to defeat the puppeteer, especially in this case, with the continuous loss of his spiritual power, the longer the time drags on, the probability of winning is actually less and less.

Therefore, the saint took a deep breath and said, no, it is a blessing or a curse, this is this one.

So the saint performed a final divination, and came up with the result that five seconds later he had the greatest probability of striking a fatal blow, though it was only a little more than half a percent.

But the saint knows that this opportunity may really be the best opportunity, and if he misses this opportunity, he may not even have this opportunity in the future.

So the saint took a deep breath, slowly opened the book in his hand again, and once again laid out the previous barrier, temporarily blocking the puppeteer's attack, while still silently calculating the time in his heart.

"Three, two, one......" The saint recited silently in his heart, and when he read one, he suddenly turned the book in his hand to the last page.

"There are friends from afar!" the sage shouted loudly, this deafening voice even made many people present feel a panic in their hearts, and even the puppeteer stopped his attack and looked at the sage with a wary face, not knowing what kind of big move the sage had held back for so long.

"Happy!" When the saint finished his last sentence, all of a sudden he heard the sound of a house collapsing in the distance.

When Wang Mou heard this voice, he couldn't help but be startled, suddenly understood something, and said in shock: "Mo Fei, this is, Xuemiao!"

Wang Mou looked back suddenly, and sure enough, as he expected, a group of statues glowing with golden light suddenly appeared from the direction of the temple.

This group of statues is the Confucian Confucianism enshrined in the temple, although these Confucians are said to appear in the form of clay sculptures, but because these statues are shaped by saints, their statues fully show the temperament they should have.

Therefore, hundreds of clay sculptures of different styles, or free and easy, or worried about the country and the people, or the suave and suave Confucian Confucianism of the past dynasties have landed on the Xinglin pulpit at such a fast speed, although these are some clay statues, but in fact they are like real people revival, which looks very scary.

"Heh, a group of clay fetal statues, what's the use. Looking at this, the puppeteer couldn't help but smile slightly, and stretched out his hand to bombard hundreds of puppet silks directly towards these clay Confucian Confucians.

But what is surprising is that these clay sculptures that look full of momentum were directly shattered by these puppet silks, as if these clay sculptures were really completely clay sculptures, without any other special features.

Jia Nanxun was instantly blindsided when he saw this scene, and pulled Wang Mou's clothes beside him and said, "Old Wang, what's the situation, is this wave of sage skills trying to deliver food to the puppeteer?"

Wang was also a little stunned when he saw this scene, is this really delivering food to the puppeteer?

But then, Wang Mou felt that this was not the case, because he saw a little bit of golden light on these broken statues, and these golden lights were not just the golden light from the golden threads on these statues, on the contrary, these golden lights looked like the golden light from the sage's scriptures. happy

"Don't panic, maybe the saint has other plans. Wang Mou said with a frown.

"What else do you have to plan for, it's almost over!" Jia Nanxun went crazy directly, dragging Wang Mou's shoulders and shaking constantly, and at the same time reached out to hold the leaf that Master Wang Mou gave him, and prayed silently holding the leaf very helplessly.

"Master Wang Mou, please bless me, I hope you must come over when we are going to die, if you don't come, won't I be finished, I don't want to die yet, I don't even have a girlfriend now, if I die now, will I suffer too much!"

Wang Mou couldn't help but feel very helpless when he listened to Jia Nanxun's broken thoughts here, but Wang Mou didn't care too much, because Wang Mou only paid attention to the clay sculptures on the stage now.

In fact, not only Wang Mou noticed the golden light on the clay sculptures, but the puppeteer also noticed that he wanted to continue to smash the clay sculptures that were already shattered, but in fact, the puppeteer was surprised to find that these residues were like diamonds, and they could not be broken at all.

"Saint, what have you done!" the puppeteer released all the puppet silk on his body and struck at the saint in a hurry.

But the saint did not shy away from it at all, because someone had already blocked this move for him, and this was a saint who was completely composed of golden light.

This saint looked no different from the original saint at all, except for the golden light on his body.

"What is this!" said the puppeteer in surprise.

But what the puppeteer didn't expect was that in addition to this golden sage, there were also many various Confucian Confucians with golden light, all of which looked exactly the same as the clay statues summoned by the sage at the beginning.

"Lao Wang, this is, what is the situation. Jia Nanxun said with a surprised face, like this situation, Jia Nanxun is also completely blinded, how did the situation that seemed very disadvantageous at the beginning suddenly reversed at this time, is this the legendary can't beat the people to shake people? But this time the saint shakes too many people, and all of them are these well-known big names in Confucianism.

Wang Mou looked at this scene, and couldn't help sighing, his hanging heart was finally put down, it was really worthy of having friends from afar, and he was very happy, this was simply calling at the face, calling at death, this is really preparing for the life of this puppet master.

But at this time, the puppeteer didn't seem to be afraid at all, and wrapped himself tightly through the puppet silk, but he didn't see the slightest bloat, but it was like being equipped with a piece of armor.

"Hehe, is this just a person who can't be beaten? But saint, you really live the older you get, and the strength of our is no longer comparable to the number of people, can you really kill me with one of these people? You think too simply. ”

The puppeteer said coldly, looking extremely disdainful of the saint's seemingly powerful attack.

When the saint heard the puppeteer say this, he didn't say anything, not because the saint deliberately didn't speak and pretended to be cold, but because the current saint was so tired that he couldn't even speak.

I saw the saint wave his arms, and these Confucian Confucians with golden light were like a brave death squad members, and they all attacked the puppet master one after another.

However, the puppeteer did not panic at all in the face of this scene, and directly punched one by one, and the two dogs of the CPPCC, the Confucian Confucians, and the Confucianism instantly collapsed, and the golden light dissipated between heaven and earth.

Therefore, it seems that there are a lot of these Confucian Confucians with golden light, but in the eyes of the puppet master, it is just a matter of punch after punch.

So the situation, which seemed to have a little hope again, instantly became even more desperate.

"It's over, is there really no hope?" Wang Mou thought with some sadness, in the face of absolute strength, is everything really vain?

But at this time, Jia Nanxun's exclamation made Wang Mou feel that the matter was not over.

"Lao Wang, you are also covered with gold, exactly like those who sent you to death. ”

(To be continued)