While Yuan Zhantian, Yue Wanfa and the others were fighting, it was calm on the side of Ye Qing and Li Qingping.
The two have stopped fighting.
The aura on Ye Qing's body became more and more mysterious, his eyes were vast and deep, as if he was caught in some mysterious and mysterious perception, and different aspects gradually appeared in the void of heaven and earth.
Two Li Qingpings, one black and one white, stood not far away, motionless, as if they were protecting Ye Qing.
"Bold..."
Suddenly, Li Qingping in black seemed to feel something. She looked somewhere in the void and slashed the long sword in her hand.
There was obviously nothing, but the moment the sword fell, there was a scream in the air.
Amid the screams, a paper man appeared in the air.
That paper figurine is the same as the paper figurine used for folk funerals and sacrifices, except that it is completely pale and has no other color. Even the facial features and seven orifices on the face are all... It was spliced and cut out of white paper, and it was indescribably spooky.
At this time, the paper man was staring at Li Qingping in black with malicious and cold eyes. On the paper man's chest, there was a sword mark several inches long. Through the sword mark, he could vaguely see the white blood in the paper man's abdomen. The internal organs, intestines and stomach and other organs made of paper are still beating and squirming on their own, just like living people.
"Li Qingping, this matter has nothing to do with you. Do you really want to stop me?"
The paper man looked at Li Qingping in black and said grimly. The paper man's voice was like a piece of white paper being rubbed back and forth, making a rattling sound that was disturbing and irritating.
"I'm not trying to stop you, it's just that Mad Lord is at a critical moment to break through. It's inappropriate for senior to do this." Li Qingping muttered.
"Yeah?"
The paper man smiled, and along with the laughter, he saw paper men walking from the air, from the foot of the mountain, from the Wuji Platform, and from all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth, up and down Donghua Mountain, were completely white. As far as the naked eye could see, there were paper figures everywhere.
Those paper figures have different shapes and looks. There are children, old people, women and children, big men, farmers plowing long acres, butchers killing chickens and cattle, knights carrying swords, and some wearing robes. There are generals in armor, princes in brocade robes, and even emperors and concubines in phoenix crowns and dragon robes.
The only thing that is the same is that all the paper figures are white, pale and without a trace of color.
In addition, all the paper figures exuded an eerie and terrifying aura, as good as the Great Master or the Grand Master.
And up and down the entire Donghua Mountain, at a glance, there are no less than thousands of paper figures, so
The battle suddenly made everyone's hair stand on end and shudder.
"So, do you still want to stop me?"
All the paper figures looked at Li Qingping and said in unison.
"It turns out that the senior papermaker was in front of me, and the junior was polite."
Li Qingping did not look at the paper figures, but at an inconspicuous old man at the edge of the Wuji Platform.
The old man was wearing coarse linen clothes, with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He was holding a pipe in his hand and smoking slowly. He looked ordinary and ordinary, just like an old farmer working in the fields.
"Papermaker?"
Hearing this, the people on Wuji Stage suddenly opened their eyes wide, their faces turned pale, and their hearts trembled.
It's not that they are timid, nor that they are weak, but because the papermakers have such great background.
A paper craftsman is a saint.
Yes, the papermaker is a saint, not only a saint, but also a cruel and vicious saint.
Even though the papermaker looks like an old farmer, with a kind-hearted look, he has more lives on his hands than the entire population of Donghua Mountain combined.
See those paper figures?
Each paper figure represents a human life.
The technique practiced by the paper craftsman is called "Paper Soul Sutra", which can extract the soul of living beings and inject them into the paper man, making the paper man have the same spiritual thinking as human beings, and can practice martial arts, just like human beings, and as long as If the soul is immortal, it will never grow old or die, and it will never perish.
If your body is rotten, just change it.
Therefore, every time a paper craftsman refines a
To create a paper man, you need to kill one person and extract one person's soul.
Of course, not all kinds of souls can be used. The more powerful the creature, the higher the talent, the stronger the soul, the stronger the paper man will be and the higher the potential.
Therefore, when papermakers kill people, they do not just kill ordinary people, but only those powerful and talented martial arts masters and the proud ones of heaven.
Just like them!
At present, there are thousands of paper figures densely packed up and down the entire Donghua Mountain, and each one has the strength of a great master or a great master, which means that at least thousands of martial arts masters and favored men have died in the hands of the paper craftsmen.
How could they not be afraid of such cruel and cruel people, and how could they not be cowardly?
Involuntarily, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, not daring to take a breath for fear of being noticed by the talented killer in front of them!
"You can actually discover my true identity. I am number one on the earth rankings. I am truly worthy of my reputation!"
The papermaker blew out two smoke rings and knocked the smoke pot in his hand on the stone nearby. He ignored the people who were frightened like quails and looked at Li Qingping.
"The seniors should not praise you so much, the juniors are frightened."
Li Qingping bowed her hands and said.
"You don't have to be modest. At your age, I don't have as much as you."
The papermaker said bluntly: "Now that I know I'm here, do you still want to stop me?"
"this……"
Li Qingping hesitated and said: "Senior, as a saint, it's not very good to bully the weak and take advantage of others' danger, isn't it?"
"What's wrong? Why spend five points of effort when you can do it with one point of effort?"
The papermaker said slowly: "When I do things, I always only ask about the results, not the process."
"Ask me again, do you really want to stop me?"
"This...does it have to be like this?"
Li Qingping hesitated for a moment, and then seemed to have thought of some good idea, her eyes lit up: "Otherwise, senior, you can wait until Mad Lord breaks through the realm and then take action. I will never interfere at that time."
"What do you think, senior?"
"Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"
The papermaker looked at Li Qingping with a hint of anger in his eyes: "Get out, if you don't get out, I will kill you too!"
"kill……"
"kill……"
"kill……"
All over the mountain and in all directions, all the paper figures showed a ghastly and terrifying aura. Although there was no sound, there was murderous intent everywhere in the world.
"ah……"
Li Qingping seemed to be startled, and said nervously: "Senior, if you insist on doing this, then junior... junior will have no choice but to accompany you to the end."
"Hahaha... just you?"
Hearing this, the papermaker was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Li Qingping would really dare to stop him, and then said angrily: "Do you really think your past and future bodies can stop me?"
"I don't dare to stop it, I just want to give it a try."
Li Qingping's eyes gradually became determined, and her expression gradually became majestic, no longer the previous timidity and hesitation.
"Senior, please give me some advice!"
"Okay, very good. Since you want to die, what if I help you?"
Murderous intent burst out in the papermaker's eyes: "Come together and kill him for me..."
In an instant, all the paper figures swept towards Li Qingping like snowflakes in the wind.
