In the Black Blood Realm, although Song Xin did not lose all senses like those townspeople, he was still greatly suppressed. Only within Huangpi's Soul Chain Formation could he regain his senses and consciousness.
The puppets seemed completely unaffected. Song Xin simply hid among them to save himself temporarily and wait for the opportunity.
In the darkness, the invisible battle had already begun. Song Wan and Huang Pi each stood at the core of the two camps, controlling their soul power to fight and strangle, devouring and suppressing each other. Neither could completely subdue the other. Where their souls connected, a blue light like an electric arc kept flashing.
With a muffled "bang" sound, the puppets and the man with black eyes finally collided, causing the surrounding blood pool to tremble.
The weapons in the hands of the puppets are also different. The one facing the enemy holds a copper shield and a short sword, and the one behind him holds a spear and an arm crossbow. The enemies in the distance were shot with crossbows. Those who rushed closer were blocked with bronze shields and stabbed with daggers.
Although they were few in number, they were all extremely powerful. No matter how many crazy yakshas bit and smashed them, they could not break through their defenses. However, these guys possessed by Yaksha were quite strong, and they were able to smash the copper shield held by the puppet out of the pit. Song Xin was protected in the center, moving step by step with difficulty.
Yasha also found it incredible. This boy looked ordinary. Why was there such a powerful puppet?
At this time, Bangu shouted: "Open!"
The two puppets holding shields at the front immediately separated and let in a member of the congregation in white as if they were opening a door. Then the puppets in the back immediately dragged the man in white to the ground and greeted him with swords and sticks. This time Xiaoyu The weapons given to them were all refined with soul power and could hurt ghosts. Soon the white-clothed sect member was in a state of despair.
And his death also made other people with black eyes feel heartbreaking pain. This also aroused their greater hatred and launched an even more frenzied attack.
The puppets followed the same pattern, and before opening and closing the door, a few more were beaten to their wits' end. A group of yakshas all screamed, causing the entire realm to boil with blood.
Fortunately, they are both within the soul-locking chain formation, and the other party's voice is weakened by the chains, and has no harmful effect.
At this time, there were only nine people left around Song Wan, the Three Saints, and Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong with black eyes said: "These skins are too weak."
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Yes, it limits my abilities! ! ! "
They seemed to be talking to themselves, fighting and retreating. The three saints raised their hands to deflect the flying arrows shot by the puppet, and said: "Burn the source, fight!"
They roared, and their soul power spurted out like a storm. The black blood around them instantly formed a huge wave. Then, the townspeople who were about to die stood up one after another, their eyes turned black, and they watched with gritted teeth. Song Xin and his puppets.
When Song Xin saw that the other party suddenly had hundreds of people, his heart tightened and he shouted loudly: "Aren't you afraid of God's punishment for harming mortals?"
"Hahaha, God's punishment is only for you ant-like practitioners, we are not afraid!" Hundreds of people burst into sarcastic laughter and rushed over like a tide.
"Change the formation!" Huang Pi ordered, and the puppets standing in the outer circle holding shields quickly surrounded him. The puppets in the inner circle took out short spears and protected Song Xin inside.
Song Xin's expression was awe-inspiring, Chun Xuan Kung Fu was running rapidly, and then, countless thorns around him pushed away the black blood, and four thorn forests were formed in a few snaps of his fingers. The crazy townspeople screamed and threw themselves onto the thorny thorns regardless. They were all mortals, how could they resist these thorny thorns?
The people at the head were cut and their clothes were messy and their bodies were covered with wounds, but the people behind them still came up regardless, like waves. There were thorns in front of them, and crowds behind them. The people rushing in front were squeezed by the forces from both sides, and they lost their balance and fell. Then countless feet stepped on their bodies and heads, and their life was lost in an instant.
"Song Xin, stop the magic! It's your luck!" Xiaoyu reminded loudly.
Song Xin's mind buzzed and he hurriedly checked the Yuqianlu space. This sight made him take a breath. As people continued to die, his luck began to decrease little by little!
At this time, the Yakshas laughed loudly, "Practitioners, use your magic to kill them all. When your luck runs out, just wait for the thunder to chop you into powder!"
Song Yu said loudly: "Young master, quickly put away the spell, let's resist!"
Song Xin had no choice but to put away his spell, and the thorn wall disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The crowd instantly lost all resistance, like a group of crazy zombies, surrounding Song Xin and the puppets.
Soon, the crowd hit the shield wall, and the puppets gritted their teeth and fought hard. The bodies of these mortals were so weak that they could not withstand a few chops and collisions before their bodies shattered into pieces and disappeared.
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vitality.
But there were too many people on the other side, and soon several people rushed into the circle and knocked down a shield-holding puppet. Then the crowd took advantage of this gap to swarm up, grabbed their feet and dragged them into the crowd. Suddenly there was a gap in the shield array. Song Yu shook his arm when he saw this, and a big iron umbrella appeared on his arm, and he immediately pushed it up.
After a few snaps of the fingers, the two puppets that had just been dragged into the crowd were torn into pieces. The souls of the two ghost soldiers escaped and returned to the mountains and rivers.
"It's shameful to let a mortal act as a scapegoat!" Bangu spat and knocked away a town citizen who rushed in with a hammer. He didn't expect this Yaksha to be so bottomless.
The Ghost Clan has an unwritten rule that they are not allowed to possess mortals unless absolutely necessary. If it is really necessary, the other party must first agree, and then the luck must be compensated to repair the damage caused by the soul element entering the body.
Song Xin saw that his formation was in danger and stared at Song Wan. She was controlling these mortals with her soul power. Song Xin shouted loudly, jumped up suddenly, stepped on the crowd at his feet, jumped up, and reached Song Wan with his sword.
A bolt of thunder sword energy broke through the darkness, purple light shone, and struck down on Song Wan's head. As long as her soul power is broken, Huang Pi can free his hands.
Song Wan didn't flinch, and actually stretched out her palm to grab Song Xin's Fuxi Sword. But Song Xin suddenly changed his moves in mid-air. He dwarfed and rushed into the crowd of the Three Saints. He saw Wen Zhong first and shot out a Heart Fire Seal. Wen Zhong didn't expect that the other party was attacking in the east. He was careless and unable to dodge, and was hit by the inner fire.
After a breath, thick smoke began to billow from his seven orifices. Then Wen Zhong's Tianling Cap seemed to be pushed up high, and then with a bang, his skull exploded, and a line of black smoke dragged out a long flame from his head.
In an instant, Wen Zhong's body turned into a ball of flames and fell down with a thud.
Song Yu and the puppets were shocked when they saw it. The inner fire was so powerful that they even scared their souls. The contempt they felt for Song Xin immediately disappeared.
Seeing that the skin of a body was destroyed, and the remaining soul was almost dissipated by the fire in the heart, Song Wan and other people with black eyes simultaneously let out a sharp cry. Most of the townspeople who had originally besieged the puppet turned around as if they had received the order. , gathered around Song Xin.
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