The sun set in the evening.
Outside the Zhao An Prefecture, in a valley on the other side of the mountain, there was a bonfire. Twenty men dressed in black robes on the outside and black clothes on the inside stood there in an orderly manner, not moving an inch.
Cao Bingrong looked at the twenty men, or more accurately, the Dead Soul Puppets, and his heart was bleeding.
This man was the sect leader of the Yellow Mountain Sect. In the White Tiger Territory, as long as you respected the Divine Weapon Clan, you could do whatever you wanted. In the antique shop, if you saw a treasure you liked, you could take it away. On the street, if you saw a beautiful woman, you could kidnap her. You lived a free life.
Unexpectedly, evil people were tortured by evil people. A few days ago, Cao Bingrong's disciple kidnapped a young girl in order to gain his favor. Unexpectedly, a person who called himself the Puppet King killed his way to the sect and used the terrifying "Heaven Changing Divine Death Scripture" to destroy the sect in half an incense's time.
That day, Cao Bingrong was about to enjoy the freshness of the little girl. Fortunately, his ability to judge the situation was extremely good. At the critical moment, he declared his loyalty to the Puppet King, which saved him from being turned into a Dead Soul Puppet.
The so-called Dead Soul Puppet was completely different from the ordinary puppets controlled by soul threads. First, the body had to be cultivated to the peak, which was the Human Immortal Realm. Second, the body had to be able to withstand the pain of being turned into soul threads. The Yellow Mountain Sect had more than four thousand people and more than three hundred Human Immortals, but only about twenty survived.
With these twenty Dead Soul Puppets, it was equivalent to having more than twenty clones. Their bodies were completely made of soul threads, and they could replace their masters to control other living things.
Cao Bingrong didn't feel guilty about the destruction of the sect in his hands. Instead, he was glad that he survived. The only regret was that he didn't get to enjoy the little girl. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Song Xiaolian.
"That's mine. If you look at it again, I'll dig out your eyes."
An evil voice sounded in his ears. Cao Bingrong was shocked, but he quickly calmed down. Recognizing that it was Song Xiao Hu's voice, he squinted and said, "Yours? Based on His Majesty's love for Lady Xiao Ling, if your words were heard by His Majesty, you would immediately turn into a puppet with no intelligence. "In his eyes, Song Xiao Hu couldn't even be considered an opponent. As he spoke, he circulated some of his true essence.
Song Xiao Hu touched the long saber at his waist and narrowed his eyes slightly. A malicious expression appeared on his young and tender face. "Don't think that just because you offered Sister Yue 'er a plan, you're one of us. I'm Big Sister Yue 'er's right hand, I'm willing to do anything for her. As for you, you will forever be a slave! "
Cao Bingrong laughed contemptuously. He didn't find it shameful that he, a man in his forties, could crush a thirteen year old boy in all aspects and still have a sense of superiority. "Young lad, your knowledge is too shallow. Let Grandpa Cao tell you why His Majesty values this plan so much. If His Majesty's guess is right, the first thing Yan Shifang does when he returns to Jambu Kingdom is to take back the two routes to Jiangbei. Although this Zhao An Prefecture is still nine hundred li away from Jiangbei, there is a port. As long as we turn all the people in the city into puppets, then load them on a ship down the river and lie in ambush at the ferry in Jiangbei, when Yan Shifang attacks Swallow Fort and both sides suffer, heh heh heh … "
"That's right, Cao Bingrong. This is why This Majesty values you."
At this time, with a chuckle, the puppets split to two sides, revealing a dark cave behind them. Yue 'er walked out slowly from the darkness.
He slowly walked out, holding a still-beating grayish-black heart in one hand. Jing Mei followed beside her, drooling at the heart in Yue 'er's hand.
Yue 'er had injected large amounts of power of dead souls into the heart. Although Jing Mei was nourished by blood and flesh, the power of dead souls was a great supplement to it.
"Cao Bingrong, you were the one who said that Zhao An City would welcome the gods tonight, and everyone in the city had to come out of their homes to worship. If you dare to waste this Majesty's four hours of hard work, I will let Jing Mei eat your brains empty and use them as a chamber pot for Song Xiao Hu. Do you understand?"
The denser the crowd, the easier it was to attack.
Song Xiao Hu's face lit up with excitement, and he stared at Cao Bingrong maliciously.
Cao Bingrong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He smiled fawningly and said, "Da, His Majesty, Zhao An Prefecture holds a ceremony to welcome the gods every year. This subordinate also confirmed with the people in the prefecture that today is destined to be a sleepless night."
"Mm." Yue 'er nodded in satisfaction and threw the grey heart in her hand to Jing Mei. "Jing Mei, this is not for you to eat. If you dare to eat it, I will beat you to death. Quickly use your mystique to send it underground in the prefecture. There will be as much blood and flesh as you want later. "
Jing Mei's saliva flowed freely. She hugged the heart and burrowed into the ground.
When Cao Bingrong saw Jing Mei's actions, he couldn't help but think of the night the Yellow Mountain Sect was annihilated. More than four thousand disciples died in the hands of this monster. Among them were ten of his personal disciples. A sudden gust of wind woke him up. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it. He saw that it was a grey mask of dead souls, covered with cracks that looked like spider webs.
"This' Silk God Death Mask 'contains the memories of more than a hundred fist masters. It will be your reward for your contribution this time. Once we conquer Swallow Fort, you can choose any woman you want there." Yue' er said generously.
"Yes, many thanks, His Majesty. His Majesty will be prosperous for a thousand years and unify the three realms …" Cao Bingrong had a trace of sadness in his heart, but it instantly disappeared without a trace. He beamed with joy and started to flatter.
Yue 'er giggled and waved her small hand, "Let's go." Then she beckoned to Song Xiaolian, "Xiao Lian, come here." She hugged Song Xiaolian, pinched her face, and took advantage of the situation to sit on the empty ground. Four dead soul puppets carried a palanquin that appeared out of nowhere and rushed over to catch Yue 'er. Then, gray clouds appeared under their feet, carrying them up into the sky.
The remaining dead soul puppets each grabbed Cao Bingrong and Song Xiao Hu, turned into a large grey cloud, and rushed towards Zhao An Prefecture.
But when they arrived at the city gate, they found that the gate was tightly shut. Yue 'er's mood immediately turned sour. She stared coldly at Cao Bingrong, as if she was considering where to start.
Cao Bingrong broke out in a cold sweat and directly knelt in front of Yue 'er, "His Majesty, listen to me. This lowly one did investigate during the day. Something must have happened in the city, it's impossible for it to be so quiet! Ah, could it be that someone leaked our plan? "
"You still dare to quibble! Even if someone betrayed us, that person can only be you! "Song Xiao Hu angrily pulled out his long knife and fiercely pounced forward.
"Wait." Yue 'er suddenly shouted.
"Sister Yue 'er!" Song Xiao Hu unwillingly raised his knife.
Yue 'er waved her hand and created a grey fog, causing the road to become empty. Then she said to Song Xiao Hu, "Go and knock on the door, see what kind of tricks are they playing inside."
"If I find out it's you!
If you dare to play any tricks, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces! " Song Xiao Hu fiercely glared at Cao Bingrong, then walked up and knocked on the door, "Open up, open up, isn't Zhao An Prefecture welcoming the gods? Why is the door closed? Quickly open the door for this young master, or else I'll smash it!" Although he was young, he already had a violent temper.
There was no movement from inside for a long time. Song Xiao Hu became more and more irritated, knocking on the door became more and more forceful.
"Open the door."
A voice suddenly came from inside, then the door slowly opened. Inside, there were dozens of armored soldiers, one of them was wearing a Daoist robe and had an extraordinary bearing. He coldly looked at Song Xiao Hu. Only then did the Daoist realize that the person knocking on the door was actually a young child, so he dispelled the idea of breaking one of his hands. He coldly said, "The welcoming of the gods is over, we'll rush back early next year. The city gate has been locked, no one is allowed to enter or leave. Quickly leave, if you break the law, no one will protect you. "
When Song Xiao Hu saw that it was a Daoist, he immediately scolded, "Stinky Daoist, where did you come from? Why are you so nosy? This young master wants to enter the city now, if you dare to block me with the door, I'll smash this broken door of yours!"
The Daoist was naturally Lu Changzhi. When he heard this, he immediately became angry. He thought to himself, I pity you for being so young, but you don't know what's good for you. He directly ordered the soldiers beside him, "Capture him, and punish him according to the law!"
"Yes!" Although the soldiers felt pity for Song Xiao Hu, they didn't dare to disobey the orders of the disciples of the Dao Court.
"You're courting death!" Song Xiao Hu's eyes flickered with ferocity as he unsheathed his long saber. Like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, the dozen soldiers who charged at him fell into a pool of blood within a few breaths.
Lu Changzhi was slightly shocked. Although these Official Army soldiers weren't powerhouses, they were all plump and strong, and had a murderous aura. Ordinary martial artists wouldn't be their match, but they were actually killed by this child in a few moves. He could clearly see that the child's saber technique was very experienced and sharp, as though he was a saber master who had been immersed in this path for decades.
Of course, Lu Changzhi didn't know how much effort Yue 'er had put into this Song Xiao Hu. As early as six years ago, she had continuously turned the essence of the saber master's memories into ghost threads and integrated them into Song Xiao Hu's body. It could be said that Song Xiao Hu was a moving Silk God Death Mask. Although he was only thirteen years old, his body had condensed the essence of thousands of saber masters.
Just as Lu Zhangzhi was deep in thought, Song Xiaohu had already killed all the remaining soldiers and was charging at him. Lu Changzhi was shocked. Just as he was about to release the Law Domain to kill this evil child, he remembered that everything within a hundred miles was under the Immortal State of the Chief Seat. His reaction was extremely swift, and the Door of Profundity instantly appeared behind him.
The "Door of Profundity" was one of the best in the entire "Mysterious Star Dao Canon". It had many advantages, such as being easy to learn and powerful. It could be said to be the symbol of the Dao Court.
A holy power was released from the door and Song Xiao Hu was immediately sent flying. Seeing the gray smoke coming out of Song Xiao Hu's body, Lu Changzhi immediately knew that Evil Chong was restrained by the holy power. He sneered and said, "What a crooked way. No wonder you have such saber techniques at such a young age."
"Are you a disciple of the Dao Court?"
A graceful voice suddenly said. He saw Song Xiao Hu lying motionless on the ground, but he didn't know who was talking. In the next moment, a shocking scene occurred. Where Song Xiaohu had fallen, a group of people suddenly appeared. With a glance, he saw that the person who spoke was staring fixedly at him.
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