In the blink of an eye, the Yinshan Ghost Mother, who was still very powerful before, was actually controlled into a puppet by Qian Bukong. It's a little scary. You must know that whenever a puppeteer controls a puppet, he must obtain the corpse of the strong, after some refining, and then gradually send in a trace of his own true appearance and spiritual soul, and after a period of running-in, the puppet can be controlled.

And Qian Bukong directly broke this law with Yama's heart, which made many people present feel threatened.

Ximen Jian looked coldly at the Yinshan Ghost Mother who was controlled by Qian Bukong, but the long sword in his hand tightened unconsciously. Although his swordsmanship is outstanding, after all, he has not yet practiced to the realm where people's hearts are like sword hearts and they are not moved by external objects. Of course, if he really reached that realm, he would no longer be just a supreme sword saint, but a sword god. The horror of not having enough money made him equally jealous.

"Simon Sword Saint, kill him, kill this old devil!" I don't know who roared, which immediately attracted everyone's response.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

In the center of the battlefield, Qian Bukong controlled the ghost mother of Yinshan and smiled.

The cold laughter spread along the cold wind, causing most of the people to shiver.

Suddenly, there were more variables in the audience, and a lot of screams came from every corner.

The person who was hit by the fat, unbelievably covered the wound on his chest and looked at his companions beside him, before this, they were brothers, husbands and wives, fathers and sons, and sisters. But at this moment, these people mercilessly stabbed their sharp blades into their chests.

Every murderer had a stiff and strange smile on his face, which was exactly the same as the smile on the face of the ghost mother of Yinshan. The fear brewing at this moment. Fermentation finally began. A lot of panic was detonated.

This time. Even the companions around him have become no longer trustworthy, because everyone around him, no matter how reliable he seemed before, is very likely to stab his weapon into his chest the next moment.

"It's the money that isn't empty! It's his hands and feet! These people have become his puppets!"

However, this mysterious call did not make the atmosphere any better. Fear began to spread even more violently, and those who had just come to see the excitement began to leave quickly. They're going to get out of here, out of this horrible place.

Maybe the next moment they will turn into a corpse, dead in no apparent terms. Maybe the next moment they will become a puppet again, and let the people around them die in vain. Either way, it's unacceptable.

It's just that at this time, they are leaving, where can they still be left to them?

"Don't go!" A fierce fist flashed, and more than a dozen of the people who fled first were immediately smashed to pieces.

A few black-robed people flew out of the soldiers of the Great Xia Army who rushed over, staring coldly at the crazy crowd. Ignoring their angry scolding, he said loudly: "There is money among you who are not empty. He'll run away with him, too, so you'll have to stay until the whole thing comes to light!"

"Bastards, it's not that we don't have empty money, and we don't know what money isn't empty! Why don't you let us go? Can't we hide among you if it's not empty?" a big man scolded, pointing at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man looked at the big man coldly, and with a wave of his hand, a gray air flow rushed by. The space was chaotic for a while, and the big man suddenly became torn apart and exploded under the tearing of the space.

"Money is not empty and kills, and so will we. Don't challenge our patience! Money is not empty, he is not a god, he can't really control everyone without scruples!"

"That's right! Mr. Bai Da, the deputy commander of the Prison March, is indeed extraordinary!" a strong man from a Xia Capital family stood up and said loudly. It's just that he is saying this now, and he is very suspicious of being an afterthought.

Sure enough, Mr. Bai Da, who was marching in prison, snorted coldly and ignored this strong man. He turned and flew back into the prison march. The strong man who took the initiative to talk turned red, gritted his teeth fiercely, turned around and disappeared into the crowd behind him.

"This fight, can you still fight?" In the center of the battlefield, Ximen Jian, who was holding a long sword, suddenly said.

Hearing Ximen Jian's words, everyone was stunned, at this time, he still had the heart to fight?

"If you want to fight, fight. If you don't fight, retreat. It's just a smirk, what's the point?" Simon said coldly, but it made people easy to get angry.

Qian Bukong manipulated the Yinshan Ghost Mother and laughed twice, and then said: "Ximen Jian! People who are not afraid of death, this seat has seen a lot! But like you, it is indeed rare to see people who want to die early! Today, this seat will fulfill you!"

Swish!

Ximen Jian had already slashed his sword towards the Yinshan Ghost Mother.

"What nonsense!"

Ximen Jian's sword, like a soft silk thread, and like a piece of flying snowflakes, stabbed towards the ghost mother of Yinshan. As his long sword forwarded, the Yinshan Ghost Mother was not like an ordinary puppet, fearless of death, but took a step back without a trace.

It was this retreat that made the eyes of many knowledgeable people light up.

"No!

"Why can you see that?" there were quite a few smart people present.

"I didn't see anything specific, I just felt that something was wrong! Although the Yinshan Ghost Mother had been manipulated into a puppet by Qian Bukong, her style was not like a real puppet. Could it be that Qian Bukong just got the body of the ghost mother of Yinshan, and the control is not proficient?"

"The old man can't understand what this is, but things don't seem to be as terrifying as we imagined!Heh! Interesting, that Ximen Sword Saint is really good, I can't imagine that there are so many of us, it's better for him to see it alone!" Speaking of this, Old Man Zhao shook his head and smiled, and his eyes looked at Ximen Jian with a little more reverence.

"I know what's going on!" suddenly someone said aloud.

"What's going on?" blurted out the crowd around them.

"The heart of Yama has a very dark aura. The power of darkness is good at charm, cholera, and manipulation, etc., and I think that this money is not really turning those people into his puppets, but borrowing the heart of Yama and exerting the power of charm on these people. Let them do their bidding for the time being. Even that Yinshan Ghost Mother should have been manipulated by him a long time ago, and only in this way can he explain why he was able to turn so many people into his 'puppets' while they were still alive!"

"Is there any basis for what you say?" someone else asked.

"If you have a basis, there is naturally it! The fact that the Yinshan Ghost Mother took a step back before is the best proof of this. True golems are lifeless, so they are not afraid of swordsmen. But the Yinshan Ghost Mother is not a real puppet, she is just manipulated by Qian Bukong borrowing Yama's heart. If Ximen Jian's long sword stabbed her, it was very likely to cause great damage to the ghost mother of Yinshan, and even stimulate her to wake up from being charmed. In this way, the entire layout that is not empty of money will be burned. (To be continued......)