This sudden burst of sword energy shocked everyone.
But at this time, the monks were horrified to find that paper figures, one by one, had quietly lay on their backs at some point.
"What the hell is this?!"
Some people exclaimed, while others turned pale with fear.
Qian Lao slapped his shoulder with his backhand, and the bright true energy spurted out from his hand.
boom!
The paper man's head instantly turned into ashes.
The other monks also used their own methods to attack the paper figures on their bodies.
And those paper figures were not easy to deal with. They moved around, their bodies were extremely flexible, and they were waving paper knives and paper swords, and they actually fought back and forth with these Jindan monks.
Suddenly, in the valley, the true energy exploded and magical weapons flew around.
Qian Lao looked forward.
The big red sedan chair had stopped several hundred feet away, as if waiting for him.
From inside the sedan, a hand stretched out.
This hand holds a stack of cut-out paper figures.
As soon as he released his hand, these paper figures were blown up by the cold wind.
While flying in the air, it absorbed enough Yin Qi and expanded, turning into strange paper figures the same size as ordinary people.
Cluck cluck...
In the blink of an eye, dozens of paper figures floated on the wind and joined the battle group.
The more than twenty golden elixir monks who originally had the upper hand,
They were immediately besieged, and when they saw that they could no longer fight, several monks turned around and fled.
However, what they didn't notice was that there was a talisman quietly attached to their backs.
The next moment, the talisman melted and merged into their bodies.
The eyes of those fleeing monks were bloodshot and turned into bright red blood eyes.
Then he turned around and killed those paper figures.
Qian Lao looked towards the battlefield.
The casual cultivators were suppressed and influenced by the human skin lanterns, so they had no time to care.
"These paper figures have really helped me a lot!"
Qian Lao thought, and talismans kept shooting out of his sleeves, flying towards the casual cultivators silently.
"Sir, the old thing has activated, watch out for the blood talisman!"
Wu Sanjiu's voice rang out from the sound transmission jade talisman.
Without his prompting, Li Mu, who had been paying attention to Qian Lao's actions, had already discovered the flying blood talisman in advance.
He sacrificed the scapegoat blood body he had prepared in advance and faced the incoming blood talisman.
The blood talisman is integrated into the blood body of the scapegoat.
Li Mu grabbed it from the air and put the scapegoat's blood body into the storage ring.
Wu Sanjiu had already explained to him the Blood Demon Sect's method of refining blood slaves.
There are two blood talismans, one is used to invade the monk's body, and the other is used to control it and will not cause any harm.
Therefore, Li Mu had already prepared a surrogate blood body to resist the blood talisman.
The blood body of the scapegoat has been integrated into the blood talisman and has been controlled by Qian Lao. He wants to rush out and fight those paper figures.
However, it is trapped in the storage ring and cannot escape, so it can only hang around.
Seeing that Mr. Qian didn't notice anything strange,
Li Mu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Su Ling'er again.
Su Ling'er happened to look over and smiled at him, with two cute dimples showing at the corners of her mouth.
Then, her big watery eyes filled with blood.
The message asked: "Brother, is this enough?"
"Not popular enough, act a little crazier."
"Uh-huh!"
Su Ling'er suddenly looked ferocious and started to kill those paper figures.
Li Mu also controlled the blood to flow into his eyes, his eyes were red, he screamed strangely, activated his true energy, and waved the sword.
Threads of innate Lihuo are poured into the broadsword.
This sword was swung out, and the half-moon-shaped sword intent, which was dozens of feet long, was burning and slashing away. The sword was fast and fierce, directly twisting the paper man in front of him into powder, and the arc-shaped flaming sword intent was castrated. Without slowing down, he continued to push forward, and another paper man was involved in it.
Even the casual cultivators who were fighting fiercely with the paper figures were startled by the terrifying sword power.
Qian Lao's pupils shrank slightly.
"How can this person be so strong?"
"Fortunately, he was transformed into a blood slave!"
But now is not the time to sigh.
He chants incantations with his mouth and performs magic tricks with his hands.
Controlling those blood symbols, they quickly integrated into the body of the casual cultivator.
After a while, the eyes of the casual cultivators were filled with blood.
He charged at those paper figures without fear of death.
The fat boy suddenly saw the blood talisman integrated into the chest of the puppet grandpa. He secretly thought that something was wrong. He suddenly stepped forward, took the jar off the puppet's back, and opened the lid.
"Grandma Tan, something bad is going on, the wind is blowing hard!"
A black ball suddenly flew out of the jar. The fat boy swallowed it in one gulp. His breath suddenly rose to the realm of golden elixir, and he activated his true energy to escape out of the valley.
After the sallow-faced man discovered the blood talisman that quickly integrated into his left arm, he removed the entire left arm without any hesitation.
I saw the monks around me, all of them with blood-red eyes, desperately trying to kill the paper man who was several times their size, and they didn't know what was going on.
He glanced at Qian Lao with great resentment.
"The Blood Demon Sect has a good trick!"
"I, Yang Feng, have recorded this grudge!"
He didn't care about the paper man attacking him, got into the ground and fled far away.
However, the next moment, as he was escaping, the Zen monk appeared like a ghost. The staff in his hand was heavily inserted into the ground, and then pulled out.
Yang Feng's mountain-moving Taoist had been pierced through by the staff.
He held the staff with both hands and tried to pull it out, but even though he had the strength to move mountains, he couldn't do it even half an inch.
"My fellow Taoist, the sin of killing is too serious, I will save you now."
With a sad look on his face, he recited a mantra, his staff was slowly suspended in the air, and blood dripped from the end of the staff into the golden bowl below.
The golden bowl absorbs the blood, and the talisman light circulates, turning into golden merit words and flying into the meditation mouth.
In just a moment, the mountain-moving Taoist turned into a mummy.
The meditator held the golden bowl in his left hand and the staff in his right hand. With a slight shake, the mummy strung on it turned into powder.
He looked at Mr. Qian and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your gift."
"Fellow Taoist, are you leaving?" Mr. Qian was slightly startled, "There are even greater merits in the valley, and you don't want them, fellow Taoist?"
A flash of greed flashed in Zen Xiu's eyes, but he shook his head:
"The things in that big red sedan chair are not something that a little golden elixir like me can covet."
"Besides, these casual cultivators have become blood slaves, so I don't have anything to do here. I'll say goodbye."
A murderous intent flashed through Qian Lao's eyes, but he still smiled and cupped his hands, "I won't give it away!"
The golden bowl in the meditator's hand grew larger and flew out, carrying him out of the valley.
Those paper figures were blocked outside the golden bowl. Seeing that they could not break it, they could only turn around and pounce on other monks.
The battle was going on here, but Qian Lao turned into a stream of light and flew towards the big red sedan chair.
However, before he could get closer, the four fierce ghosts suddenly bowed towards the void.
There was a loud bang, and a bronze ghost door emerged from the ground.
Four fierce ghosts carried the big red sedan chair and walked quickly into the bronze ghost gate.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Qian immediately threw back a stack of blood control talismans and ordered:
"Elder Wang, take these blood slaves and wipe out all the ghosts in the Forgotten River Valley!"
After saying this, he rushed into the bronze ghost door without looking back.
The bronze ghost gate turned into powder, fluttering and falling.
Elder Wang took the stack of blood control talismans and looked around.
But at this moment, Wu Sanjiu got angry and slapped Elder Wang on the back!
